Rasun

Name: Rasun Goldhand Place an X besides the name of the candidate you wish to vote for: - Dun Irongut - Toveah Goldman - Kayne Goldhand X - Spriggar Stormhammer - Athri Flage - Jerno Frostbeard

Norak smiles at the new poster for the Clan looking forward to their new future. He would go and see Thoak later and speak with him, he thought as he scribed his name on the poster. Meanwhile.... The ancient dwarf stirs upon the hard stone floor. His gray beard remains unkept and lies in a messy tangle upon the floor. The once regal and tidy expensive robes are now tattered and splotched with grime and the thin robes are not enough to protect his frail body from the cold earthly floor deep underneath the unknown surface of his location. He rises shakily into a sitting position as he mumbles to himself. Something was not right. A horrific dream had awoken him. The end of Aegis revisited him. The people, fleeing, families sobbing as they leave their homes and Kingdoms as they pack into the Cloud Temple. His stomach had fallen and clutched with guilt as he saw his clan and his son gather their supplies and their food as they trekked to the safety of the Cloud Temple. Although something was out of place. The temple he had seen before awakening was not that of Aegis, but that of Asulon. The despair, the masses of the races, it all seemed to real to have been a figment of his slightly crazed imagination in his current state. Frantically the dwarf's tired eyes snapped open and he struggled up off of the floor. His son and his clan needed him.. he could feel it.

[[ The current clan members by time in the clan who've replied to this topic are: Gulroid, Rasun, Thoak, Gorum, Arkenos, and then those who joined us in Alras like Kayne, Hydrose, William, Luke, and Durrim. ]] Norak nods in agreement to Thoak's suggestion to seek out Gulroid. "Aye ah would get 'im tu' write down 'is suggestion fer' clan leader an' yeh can return wit' teh news."

Heeding the call of his clan member Thoak Goldhand, the son of Rasun Goldhand emerged from his dwelling. Norak sighed as he clutched the last parchment Rasun had written to his son before his sudden departure to an unknown location to meditate and feel closer to his ancestors. Stuffing the parchment into his pack, Norak made his journey toward the Goldhand meeting. Still exhausted from his last search in the wilderness for his father's meditation mountain, he'd decided that he'd trust his father's decision to leave and would have to wait for his eventual return. Upon entering the meeting room he greeted his family members for the first time in years. The last he'd seen of his family was during his father's time reconstructing Kal'Alras. "Greetin's me famileh. Been awhile, eh?" Norak frowns as he begins to retell the story of his father's disappearance, but he attempts to reassure everyone that his father will hopefully find a way to return when he will be needed again. "But, hmm, ah agree, Gulroid 'as been rat'er lackin' in leadin' our clan fer' some toime. I've spoken tu' 'im recentleh, aftah ah discovered me fat'er's fate. Age beh catchin' awp tu' 'im, 'e beh teh oldest in teh clan, still livin' from teh age ov' Simppa. Onleh Rasun beh older t'en Gulroid, it be a surprise 'e can t'ink ov' goin' out awn a trek like t'at." Norak pauses as he is overwhelmed with fear of his father's life in danger. "Ah can onleh 'ope t'at he knew what 'e was gettin' 'imself intuh'. Now, I believe teh new leader should beh chosen by Gulroid 'imself. 'E 'as been teh onleh clan leader fer' centuries, an' if a feller' gets picked whu' does nay know old Gol'and traditions, I feel bits ov' our clan's tradition an' 'istoreh may be lost. Rasun told meh some ov' 'em but I dunnae remember much. Gulroid's choice will probableh be best fer' teh clan, unless 'e be readeh tu' make a return." Norak takes a seat and looks around the room, glad to see familiar faces again, and looks forward to spending more time with them, now that he'd chosen to have belief in his father's choice of leaving. After some reassurance of his father's return by Gulroid, Norak could finally relax. For now at least, for he could have never imagined what news about his father was soon to come.

Stands at the back of the crowd, a grin visible on his face. He nods and begins go think back from the time all the way during the kingship of Simppa. It's been a long journey, Hiebe. Looks like what yeh deserved all along finalleh beh yers. He strokes his beard with content and walks off to find himself some ale to celebrate the long awaited King.