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Bright yellow light appears before the face of the dwarf. He awakes and tries to stand up. At the first moment he's evidently confused how easy this movement was but then his eyes meet with his hand, unharmed, hidden under the golden plate of his armour. Surprise. That's the expression in his face. He looks fascinated by his armour - nice, shiny, sparkling plates of the highest quality that even gods themselves would envy to him!
Light. Again the light. He turns his head in the ray's direction and looks at the most beautiful thing he has ever seen! The Golden Hall! Massive golden pillars ornated by the greatest diamonds he has ever seen supporting the mithrill ceiling with emeralds decoration! The dream! The best dream he has ever had, flows in his mind.
"Come, come to me, my son, my child!", sounds the mighty voice in the hall. Duerric's look settles on the Golden Throne and then quickly moves to the stature on it. When he spots the god he kneels and the loyality can be read from his face.
"Tell me, my son, what's the greatest treasure in the world. What is it? What is it that brings you before my sight!", asks Abbathor Duerric with the calm voice.
"It's my belief, my belief and loyality to you, my lord!", his fingers lightly touch his pocket and he shows nice unusual big golden coin, "It is you!", he suddenly throws out the golden coin like some kind of the dirt watching the Abbathor.
A cold silence surrounds the god. Then he stands up like the sudden storm in the early spring and points Duerric: "Good, good my SON! You know the real price of life! Rise! Rise my child and ENTER THE GOLDEN HALLS OF ETERNAL LIFE!"
Light. Again the light. He turns his head in the ray's direction and looks at the most beautiful thing he has ever seen! The Golden Hall! Massive golden pillars ornated by the greatest diamonds he has ever seen supporting the mithrill ceiling with emeralds decoration! The dream! The best dream he has ever had, flows in his mind.
"Come, come to me, my son, my child!", sounds the mighty voice in the hall. Duerric's look settles on the Golden Throne and then quickly moves to the stature on it. When he spots the god he kneels and the loyality can be read from his face.
"Tell me, my son, what's the greatest treasure in the world. What is it? What is it that brings you before my sight!", asks Abbathor Duerric with the calm voice.
"It's my belief, my belief and loyality to you, my lord!", his fingers lightly touch his pocket and he shows nice unusual big golden coin, "It is you!", he suddenly throws out the golden coin like some kind of the dirt watching the Abbathor.
A cold silence surrounds the god. Then he stands up like the sudden storm in the early spring and points Duerric: "Good, good my SON! You know the real price of life! Rise! Rise my child and ENTER THE GOLDEN HALLS OF ETERNAL LIFE!"