The usual sound of hammering upon anvils is notably absent from the great halls of Kal’Azgoth, in its place a foreboding silence. A crowd of dwarves, dressed in robes carry a large coffin towards the halls of the Brathmordakin, while dwarves of the common clans stand watch silently. Lying within is the body of Thorik Grandaxe, his face pale and gaunt. A large battle axe rests across his chest, its handle patterned with gold that glistens in the light of the braziers. As the coffin is lifted atop the altar, Archbishop Tortek Golemforge rises, gesturing for silence from the crowds gathered before him.
"On dis daeh we 'onour dah loife of ah great dwarf 'o doied w'oile servin' t'e Grand Kingdom ov Urguan and t'e Brathmordakin proudleh an 'onorableh loike maneh befur' 'im. Da deaf ov un’ ov de most renoun’ an’ longest livin’ ov our kinsmen. In t'e name ov 'oleh Yemekar, ah tell ye all ov de passin' ov Thorik ov Clan Grandaxe, ‘o will foreva be rememba’d as our furst Gran’ King."
"Thorik wus ah leada, ah guardian ta our people, but above all ‘e was ah foig’ta. Even wif ‘is foinal moments ‘e foig’t virtuousleh. Yet Ondnarch an’ ‘is servants took ‘im frum us... Killed in battle wifin da cold an’ frozen forest, against w’at some moig’t even call an’ armeh ov ‘is servants, doug’ Thorik foug’t until ‘is foinal breaf. Dough de toime shall un’ daeh come d'at vengeance shall be served against Ondnarch ‘imself, weh mus' now mourn our fallen brodah an' laeh 'im intuh da stone were 'e belungs. Roise now an' ye each maeh offa some trinket ta goide Thorik intuh de aftah loife… Maeh ‘e forvea feast wifin Khaz’A’Dentrumm."
As Tortek finishes his speech, he looks around him towards the faces of the Brathmordakin, carved along the walls of the temple. For a moment, he bows his head, uttering a prayer beneath his breath. He looks back to the crowds, raising his arms as he continues to speak.
"Now it is da wish of da Brathmordakin dat Thorik ov Clan Grandaxe be given ta toitle of Paragon an’ for ‘is face ta beh ingraved inta da stone alon’ soide Paragon Valen. In ‘is loife Thorik ‘as served da Kingdom an’ its people well. ‘e alon’ wif ‘is council elvated da dwarves inta der Golen Age as da Gran’ King an’ soon afta paved da weah for da Gods of ‘ol ta once again be known an’ for der teachin ta speard again froug’t our lan’s. Maeh ‘e neva be forgotten as da King of Kings.”
Murmurs spread from amongst the pews as Tortek takes a single step back, awaiting the crowd to fall silent once again.
"Doug’ I must saeh de Brothmordakin ‘ave told me more den just dat, daeh ask dat I pass on da toitle an’ responsibilitiehs of Archbishop ta Noigel Thornbeard. Doug’ ‘e moig’t not be all dat well known wifin dis Kingdom de Brothmordakin ‘ave assured me dat ‘e wil foreva serve dem well as Archbishop.”
“An’ for me, da Brothmordakin ‘ave asked dat I go on ah pilgrimage. I am ta ‘ead ta de norf in search of more Fanic Ore an’ for anehfin else dat de Scriberfolk maeh ‘ave left. I ‘ope dat I maeh return soon meh kin an’ brin’ back knowledge dat deh ‘eld dat moig’t ‘elp in our everlastin’ battle wif Ondnarch. Maeh Yemekar an’ da rest of de Brothmordakin guoide ye.”
A quick silence engulfs the room, Tortek steps down making room for Nigel to walk up and begin speaking.