The Last Pilgrimage

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

*Roy grips the handle of his blade tighter, hearing the news from locals*
"C'mon lads, do not let this slow us down."
*as he picks up his pack and motions his men to follow*
"Not yet."

[Kralek 519]

Alester sits on his Throne in Gren as the news reaches him. His face surprised and he its up straight, saying

 

"We are now free. Long live Oren. Long live the King."

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum flips in his grave.

[no longer active 734]

*On the writing of a nearby wall reads the words Lomz for Life. Near it sits a Mili*

[no longer active 734]

*While the Dwarves are milling around in states of confusion two short, stocky figures are walking towards the gates. The taller one carries himself as a warrior would. He wears the mask of a Da Thrummaz'th Akvel. His eyes dart around keeping the way safe. He is leading a pack mule. The other figure is small and looks to be a beardling. As they confusion begins to die down they escape into the mists and snow drifts of the mountains. Nothing is know about who either of them are.*

[Dun_Irongut 104]

Dun munches on a crumbly piece of Dwarven flat bread at the table, cackling to himself.

 

"That cat-folk sabre served me well. And now, it'll serve me forever. Thanks ol' buddy an' eh... good riddance.

 

Dun then realized he was talking to himself in a small broken down old room.

 

"I need te find better 'obbies..."

[Terafir 90]

Four figures sit in a room at a massive table, quiet, reflecting upon what was just realized. There are two chairs at the end, and a white shrouded figure sits in the left side one, the right side one mysteriously empty.

 

On the figure's right, sits another cloaked figure, slightly smaller and less muscular. On the left side of the white shrouded figure, sits two more figures, much shorter.

 

The room is quiet for a moment before the white shrouded figure speaks.

 

"And the Grand Kingdom, is it disbanded?"

 

One of the two short figures closer to him on the left answers.

 

"Aye, all o-tha lands t'at 'ave been conquered 'ave been given thar independance."

 

The cloaked figure speaks quietly.

 

"The balance shifts, once again."

 

The shrouded figure nods slowly.

 

"Indeed. I foresee many wars to come as other powers attempt to claim ownership over the freed lands."

 

The second of the shorter figures leans forward, speaking.

 

"This could beh troublesome. There will beh a lot o' bloodshed, an' there is nae indication o' w'o will come out on top."

 

The shrouded figure leans back in its seat, staring at the maps and papers that litter the table in front of it.

 

"Yes, I agree. However, I truly believe freeing all those under the power of the dwarves was a noble and honorable prospect, showing true effort for balance, and we shall not condemn it."

 

The figure seems to smile a bit.

 

"Indeed, even with the curse of Iblees upon him, Grand King Thorin, Ariel rest his soul, had less greed and more honour than many humans. And we shall revere that upon him above all."

 

It then nods, and the three others stand and leave the room, quietly filing out.

 

The shrouded figure sits in its chair for a few more seconds, before apparently speaking to no one.

 

"So it seems the scale balances itself, as all is meant to be."

 

The figure stands up, taking the maps and papers with it.

 

At the door, it turns back one last time to the mysteriously empty chair.

 

"I hope you approve."

 

[Lathros 377]

*Lathros sheds a single tear from his right eye, before promptly spinning around and walking to his clan hall. He slams the door shut. He then walks down the stairs into his room. You hear yelling, a man screeching. It is unidenitifable wether he screams of sorrow or joy. It sounds a mix of both. "YE WERE EH FRIEND, YE TRAINED ME TEH BECOME TEH MAN EH AM TEDAY. IN TEH DEEPEST PARTS O' ME 'EART EH 'ATED YE. BUT, FECK. EH DO RESPECT YE!" Lathros starts crying.*

[YouKnowItsJuno 269]

Riddeth Thunderblade mourned the loss of her Grand King, like all the other dwarves of the kingdom.

 

She also secretly cheered, for now she wouldn't be pestered by Thorin to be his mistress or get locked in the King's quarters with her husband.

[Heff 2460]

Bod never paid attention to poltics. The news doesn't affect him, only adding to his bucket of little political knowledge.