A King Reforged

[Tethras 278]

Deep within halls of Kal’Azgoth, in dark halls carved deep into the mountains. In the large cavern where ice and fire do meet, the King of the Dwarves laid gravely injured. His face a bloody ruin, with one of his eye sockets now empty. The clear markings of strangling still visible on his neck, further down his body one his arms lay twisted and broken, practically useless. The other missing, in it’s place a crude bandage covering the empty socket where his arm once was. His legs broken and fractured in multiple locations.  But one of the most morbid injures was the fact that his jaw torn and bloodied, barely being held on by his skin.

 

((Art by IgorIvArt))

 

The Rampage of the Golems within Kal’Azgoth had left a bloody mark upon all  who were involved in the incident. The King chiefly, having had one of his arms torn off and almost being crushed by the Golem. Now he lay upon the Anvil within the Underforge.  With a curious dwarf, murmuring the same words over and over as he labours away. Carving away at the various stones as he continues to carve out the new limbs. The ink staining the floor, where the newly carved limbs lay. The runic symbols visible on each of them, a small piece of stone marked with the runic symbol for an eye used within golemancy. The arms long and heavy, the steel dark, barely visible within the dimly lit room.

 

((Art by DoodleMoogle))

 

Time continues to pass, as night turned to day and day turned to night. The Dwarf continue to labor away, completely absorbed in his work. Attaching the limbs to the King piece by piece, removing the useless ones. Murmuring a the same prophecy as the King screams. The King continuing to howl in pain as the dwarf continues to  rebuild him. All the while the dwarf muttering to himself, continuing the labor away.

 

The days grow longer and longer. The dwarf grinning wryly as he glances towards the King. He had succeeded, the King was built better... Stronger. Though he would never regain the mobility he once possessed, but that did not matter. The King had been saved from deaths door. The curse of Ardol had not killed him, he had won. He wiped a tear from his eye, invoking the words to activate the runes.

 

“C-Can yer ‘e-ear meh, m’king?”

 

The Grand King arose without a word, the sound of the grinding from the newly forged limbs echoing throughout the cavern. Groaning the King approached the dwarf, uttering merely a few words.

 

“Aye...“

 

The King glances around for a moment, his artificial arms clumsily reaching for his head. His eye widening for a second as he breathes heavily.

 

“Where.... Is. Me crown?

 

The Dwarf, glances around nervously. His burnt fingers merely fumbling as he says.

 

“Uhhh... We’re nae sure, tu golem hit it off durin tu attack, me’king.”

 

A single tear forms around Thorins eye as he roars.

 

“Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee”

 

The Dwarf merely watched as the King left the forge, returning to the world above. In search for his lost crown. Yet there was still a worry, the words of the Ardol’s Golem repeating in his head. Shaking his head he turned to follow the King, repeating the words of Ardol’s Golem.

 

“And now I stand in Kal’Azgoth...

The one eyed man amongst the blind... “

 

 

(( Credits to Lago for the Gif. There might be mistakes, so apologies in advance. The tone of this thread is a tad light hearted since I didn't really want to go into the morbid detail. And it doesn't really suit Thorin, since he isn't too serious. At any rate hope you enjoyed it.))

[Rig 17580]

((Ooohhhh yeahhhh!))

[Silent™ 552]

((We can rebuild him. We have the Runeology.))

[Kardel 1054]

Wonders where the Drakna Akvel were

[Watty_Banker 172]

((Should have said "Lord Vader, rise."

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

((Darth Thorin eh?))

 

Ellsia thinks of new names for whatever the **** Thorin became.

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Wonders where the Drakna Akvel were

 

Bael thinks back to how useless the Drakna Akvel are and how he had to put his life on the line to save Thorin.

[Blundermore 2741]

 

((I don't even...))

[Tethras 278]

((Haha, well I guess I could have made it a tad more serious. But as I mentioned I don't really like to go into gruesome details. Also as they say "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy".  To clarify Meanking is not an all powerful cyborg-killing machine now. Merely a dwarf fitted with temporary limbs that will most likely impede his day to day life. Much like the modern version of robotic limbs that have been recently developed. It will be interesting roleplay to see how he goes about adjusting to these new limbs. If anyone has any problems with this or would like further explanation on this matter feel free to pm me over the forums, bother me over teamspeak, or hit my up on skype.))

 

Berren  watches his brother stumble from the lift behind the King. Shaking his head as he watches the King limp forwards. Here merely states

 

"An so our King is alive... But can weh' realleh still call 'im ah dwarf? E looks more metal t'an flesh tu meh. Farren, by Yemekars beard w'ut 'ave yer done?"

[troopermatthew 66]

"Could 'ave slimmed 'im down a bit w'en 'e was under t'e knife."

[Lefty 1696]

*Igor agrees with Telchar*

[Kardel 1054]

Kardel wonders. Out of all the possible ways the king could have done this, he chose blacksmithing. Why not come to the alchemy guild. Kardel writes off a note and sends it off to the kal'azgoth aviary.

 

"My liege and lord, grand king Thorin Grandaxe. I humbly advise you to give the alchemy guild a chance at repairing you and returning you to your normal dwarf state. We can fix your limbs, and attempt to fix your eye as well with a new milestone in alchemy from none other than Ogradhad's Alchemist himself : The Potion of Regeneration. Worry not, this potion has been tested on a human, and on myself as well, and will surely work on you. As always there shall be no charge whatsoever for his majesty."

 

-Best Regards, Kardel Irongut, Ogradhad's Alchemist

[Thrym 188]

Thrym sees his Farren's work and walks up to him as they watch the king adjusting. Leaning in he begins to talk.

 

"Farren, oi must say oi'm impressed wit' wut ye've dun 'ere. Truly spectacular smiffen." He pauses a moment, as he watches Thorin walk, his stride not as sure as it once was. "But oi 'ave ta ask lad, do ye tink ye've really given 'im back loife 'er merely prolonged da agony before 'e foinalleh dies?"

[Meanking 311]

*Thorin attempts to write a letter in reponse*

 

 

I Thurnz granxadxe hUmblezy aCcetTz Urrrzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz *The letter ends in mostly scribbles*

 

 

*Has runic arms and hasn't learnt how to use them*

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.