Bells Ring In Vaerhaven

[Kardel 1054]

Cold winds hit the stone walls of Vaerhaven, emitting a eerie humming sound as they pass through the holes and crevices in the rock, giving the pale white and grey dwarvenlands a sinister feel. Snow falls in thick flakes down onto the ground, burying any weary traveler in a white blanket of icy death. In the midst of the snowstorm, a couple wearing furs worn out from travelling approaches the city's monstrous gates, fortified, and re-fortified thrice over, making the hold truly impregnable.

 

The couple walks into the town, shivering and hungry. As they make their way into the Green Eagle Inn, the distant sound of a hammer battering down steel can be heard, bouncing off the mountains and into their ears. "H-How can p-people work when its s-so cold!?" asks the red headed youth, clutching to her lover fiercely. The boy answers wearily, tired and cold "I d-don't know. . ."

 

When they finally make their way into the Tavern, they are greeted by the friendly Sven, the owner of the Inn. The couple takes a seat as close to the fire as possible, shedding their furs to better embrace the blissful heat of the flames. As Sven nears the two with some warm Yak steak, the lass asks him "What is this terrible sound?! How could a blacksmith work in such cold!"

 

Sven looks at the youth with bloodshot eyes, rubbing them "Aye, this has been going on for days. . .the Jarl has ordered some new bell built. He's hired a smith that never rests! Probably some dwarf. Yet there is some eerie rumors going about regarding that 'dwarf', some say he is a creature of shadows, a monster. I say that the answer is simple: this smith is a Doomforged, seen the creature with my own eyes."

 

Meanwhile, at the source of the deafening sound, a mischievous little creature clad in skin of ash grey, and with eyes like burning embers, smooths out a series of shiny brass plates on his forge of rusting iron at the main porch of the castle. It had been a full elven week of tireless work for the Doomforge, who was battering and hammering at the metal like it had molested his mother. 

 

Dorri continued on his labor, furiously beating the steel together with his hammer, muttering curses under his breath each time his hammer struck the metal of the bell, reminding himself of all the things he hates (a list probably larger than Vaerhaven itself).

 

"'umuns. . .tree 'uggers. . . Ironguts. . .Mages. . .orks. . .druids. . .puppies. . .rainbows. . ." Dorri cursed as he battered the steel into shape, giving it a fine curve to add to the rest of the bell. With every single burst of fog that erupted from his dark, cracked lips followed by a curse, Dorri swung his hammer down, putting his whole body into the movement, shaping iron into the shape he wished. After days and days of hard work, he had finally finished. Half a year of labor had been put into making the gigantic bell of Vaerhaven, complete with runic inscribing and figures depicting dragons, warriors, beasts, and all the rest. The bell might have been one of his best works of smithing, by the looks of it. All that remained was to install it into the tower.

 

With contraptions and gizmos of all sorts they raised the bronze bell up to the Bell Tower of Vaerhaven, hanging it from the rusted hinges that once beheld a great, rusty iron work, that now had cracked and was better used as scrap iron then a bell. This bell was one of Dorri's finest works, though. He had fused and tempered the steel in ways to give it spectacular curves and had ornamented it with dwarven runes and etchings taken from the teachings of the clergy, pasted upon the smooth, shiny surface of the bell. With a clapper shaped like the Hammer of Yemekarr, and the axis of tongue fashioned into a chain of golden hands, each grasping each other in a handshake, and in the end a hand grasping the hammer's hilt, the bell was truly a sight to behold.

 

And so Dorri, watched his work, jealous for a second that this could not be his and his only, and smiled, something very rare to see of him doing. And so he tugged on the ropes controlling the bell, and the valley of Vaerhaven rang with a sound that it had gone years without hearing: the sweet sound of a bell.

((Yay! Now Vaerhaven has a bell!))

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

Valon forgot Vaerhaven existed

[Alphalord 31]

Lerin is now annoyed that he has to listen to a bell while he's trying to get some sleep...

[Kardel 1054]

((Made it a bit easier to read, removed the red font, looked like it was 3d for a while because of the sharp contrast))

[Pinsir99 526]

Vierna's ear twitches "So they finally got the bell..." She giggles, continuing on her way.

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Aerius looks up as he hears it ring "Well 'den... Woi did 'tey ring 'et?"

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

Roy let out a smile  "Finally"

[lιoɴ 248]

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