Description
The dwarf before you stands at just under five feet when he is standing tall.
His arms seem to hang just below his waist and resemble branches of a large
tree in their width. His legs are similar to his arms in many ways, yet
resemble two tree trunks as they are much wider and larger then his arms. His
skin is an incredible bronze in colour and seems to glimmer when the light
shines upon it. His eyes however contrast his skin in that they are a
sparkling deep ocean blue. His large pure white bushy eyebrows do nothing but
help his eyes stand out, and could be easily mistaken for two large albino
rats in their size. His beard however could be mistaken for nothing else. It
stretches from his ears down the edge of his jaw and covers from below his
nose down to around his knees. It too is a pure white in colour and is so
pale that it appears more like a curtain of snow then hair. It seems well
kept in its appearance and does not seem to have anything stuck within. As
you look upon his face with a little more scrutiny you can make out against
his skin small runes tattooed all over his face. On each cheek he has a large
rune covering from just below his eye down to just above his beard, the
tattoo on each cheek is different. The runes seem to become easier to see the
longer you look upon them. Looking closer upon his right cheek, within the
spaces of the large rune you can just make out the shape of two little tear
drops below the corner of his right eye.
Role
The runes
Added Tue Jun 1 09:20:30 2004 at level 51:
It had been a good 175 years since I had dreamed of anything to do with the
mountain of my youth. Yet still I went on as I was meant. Yet this night was
different. I fell asleep as I usually do, clothed ready for battle, yet it
was not like this that I woke on the mountain. I awoke on the peak of the
mountain once more, alone, and wearing nothing but a large loin cloth
covering my privates and an axe forged from shimmering light in each hand. As
I stood there looking over the lands, the majority of which were still
covered in the dark cloud, a chill wind picked up and struck me. As I looked
around for its source another dwarf slowely emerged out of nowhere. It was
the same dwarf from my last dream more then 175 years ago. He stood there
watching me yet again, as if it were the first time he had done so. He looked
me up and down, this time nodding his head slightly to me, as in acceptance.
"Yah know Golron, yah done us proud. An ahm proud ta tell yah that yah 'ave
already earned a place amongst tha 'alls. Yah name be spoken amongst tha
mountains, yah kin everywhere be talkin of yah, of yah deeds an what yah be
doin. An yah know what kin? They be proud, they all be proud. Yah be openin
their eyes, an now they be seein what tha dreams showed yah. There aint much
more we could 'ave 'oped fer. Kin, ah would be proud ta 'ave been able ta go
ta war with yah by me side."
The way he looked at me, it reminded me of my father, then of my mother, and
of everything I had given up in my hunt. When I looked up at him again I
think he realised, he walked towards me and placed a gauntleted hand upon my
shoulder.
"Kin, be lookin at me. Yah done more then most folk will ever do. Yah gave up
yah 'ome, yah kin, an everythin yah knew fer somethin that might not even
'ave 'appened in yah lifetime. Fer that ah got nothin but sadness in me
'eart. Yet yah did it with not one doubt in yah 'eart. Be listenin ta me, it
aint over, this aint goin ta be quick an it aint goin ta be fun, but yah know
now as well as ah that it 'as ta be done. Kin, we been watchin yah, we been
keepin an eye on yah. We 'ave seen yah fall, we 'ave seen yah get back up on
yah feet, ready yah axes an get back to it. An we know yah body be startin
fall apart from bein beaten, even though yah flame be burnin as bright as
ever. So we came ta yah tonight ta bestow on yah somethin tha should 'elp.
Somethin that be goin ta keep yah goin an protect yah from what yah aint able
ta do yahself. This be goin ta 'urt Kin, but ah got trust in yah that yah can
be 'andlin it."
With that I saw many dwarves come out of the air slowly in a circle around
me. Every one of the dwarves was dressed in ceremonial armours. There were
dwarves clad in platemails akin to those worn many generations ago,
chainmails not worn since the age of kings, everything about them seemed
almost unreal. Their clothing was breathtaking, yet their weapons were even
more so. These weapons were not the weapons of man, they were the work of the
gods themselves. Even a dwarf would not have been able to forge such a
weapon, yet these dwarves carried them as if they were forged by their own
hands. These weapons seemed strong enough to cut a mountain in two with one
strike, yet I knew now that their time in battle was long over, they were the
mark of the ch
The dreams
Added Mon Mar 29 11:10:48 2004 at level 40:
The dreams first started when I had just learnt to walk and have only
recently stopped. They started off as dreams I really enjoyed, I would go to
sleep and awaken lying on the top of a gigantic mountain. The view would go
for miles upon miles, there were no clouds in the skies, no harsh winds
wipping at my barely clothed skin, and I would never feel cold there. They
stayed much like that for years, I would be on the mountain an see all sorts
of life go by. Birds would through the air, large animals would prowl the
grass lands sprawled beneath me, and the forests grew ever thicker. About the
time my family showed me how to swing ones pick with the most strength is
when my dreams started to change. I could feel something was starting to go
wrong. Nothing was too apparent at the time from my mountain perch, sitting
in the skies, but the atmosphere changed. Each night the feeling of doom
started to spread. I would see flock, upon flock or birds racing away from
the east, headed as fast as they could across the lands. Each night they
would do it again, and each night it started to get a tiny bit more chill,
wether it was my surroundings or merely what I was feeling I will not know. A
few years after things started to go wrong, I would not only feel but I could
see something far to the east. It was like a large billowing smoke rising
from the eastern coast. Each night it grew ever so little, but day after day
it spread, and grow it did. I remember the night after I first went into the
mines I could hear the screeches. The cloud had been gathering and was
starting to cover almost a third of all I could see. Not just birds were
fleeing it, but packs of animals could be seen running, running as far and as
far west as they could, trying to escape what was coming. It started to tear
me up, and sadden me at the same time. All these animals, all this life was
being threatened and destroyed and I could do naught but watch. Each night it
bit into me more, started to wear away at me. I dared not tell my parents
because I knew they wouldn't understand. They would think me less of a dwarf.
So I braved this alone. As it was nearing the birthday of my third decade the
cloud had all but engulfed the lands, nothing was left, and from my perch I
could see through the cloud. There was nothing, not just no animals, but no
life. No trees, no grass, no birds, no deer, there weren't even any rats. I
could sense the land had all but given up, it could no longer live under such
stress. I was distraught. My birthday should have been a joyous occassion of
ale and spit roasts, but it wasn't. Many remarked at my pale appearance that
year and worried I had drunk some bad ale. If only they knew the horrow I had
been witnessing. I tried to avoid everyone and just mourn, but they would not
leave me alone, so I feined being sick so I could go and rest. As I fell into
slumber I awoke on the mountain, yet this time not alone. There was a huge
dwarf dressed in the finest armor I had ever seen, silver chainmail covered
most of his body, while there were large shoulder pads of silver with glowing
runes engraved upon them. In the middle of his chest stood a triangle of
silver, pointing down, which held an engraving of a large single peaked
mountain with a red engraving of a bright fire within it. His he