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Durin struck powerfully on the edge of the glowing sheet of steel. Sweat dotted his forehead and ran down from the base of his mohawk, the glow of the coals in the predawn lit forge giving everything a red hue. As the plate began to diminish in its red glow he shoved it back into the coals and grabbed the next plate to shape. Once the plate was positioned he began his rythmic pounding again. Every fourth swing he stepped heavily on the bellow and with that a blast of air caused all the coals to brighten in intencity and heat. Some sixteen strikes later the plate began to return to its dim hue. He grabbed the plate in his tongs and as he shoved the plate into the coals a strange feeling hit him. It was a feeling he hadn't noticed in a long while.
He closed his eyes trying to dicern who it was that was giving him the distinct feeling from his insignia. Whoever it was it was distant, generally too distant for him to have recognised, but he felt a level of familiarity in the signature. His eyes opened suddenly a grin just barely finding hold on his lips... "Capn'" He whispered to himself. Biraxus opened the metal door to his smithy and saw Durin hastily dawning his trademark platemail and securing his axe and shield. "Sorry lad, finish fer me?!" Durin quickly spat as he walked by the smithy loaded with iron. Biraxus began to speak in protest but the wooden door had already closed.
Durin moved at a furious pace out of the city towards the compulsion. Shild mountain loomed in the far distance, but he pressed on with all the haste he could muster. Each step seeming to bring his target clearer. "Has to be him.." he said in a determined voice, as if to convince himself.
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Once at Schild he could feel the compelling familiarity undeniable, it was his Captain, at long last he's back! He looked around the fortification, not seeing Gloirin anywhere, then finally the insignia revealed that he wasnt quite as close as he felt, but as Durin began to focus one of the Sundrites hollered something and Durin popped his eyes open to see a trio of the veritas dropping a dwarfs limp body at the base of the mountain. "Oi'm commin Capn'!" He shouted, running as swiftly as he could through the arrow and debris littered field. He scooped Gloirin up and ran him back for aid.
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Once recovered Gloirin and Rustbeard caught up on all the recent goings on, and Rustbeard was truely over joyed to have his Captain back. He had feared his duty failed, but no.. not this time, and he wouldn't let his captain run astray again, not without Rustbeard by his side.
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A party broke out at the four lanterns, Mordin hiring performers and providing ale for the mirth filled dwarves who drank, danced, and sang for many hours. As the party died down they all gave thanks to Mordin and set out to have a nice long sobering walk to Sestra so that they might help ease any unrest in the town since the last action there on orders from Kilinar.
((Patrol report to be added to the mission board))
He closed his eyes trying to dicern who it was that was giving him the distinct feeling from his insignia. Whoever it was it was distant, generally too distant for him to have recognised, but he felt a level of familiarity in the signature. His eyes opened suddenly a grin just barely finding hold on his lips... "Capn'" He whispered to himself. Biraxus opened the metal door to his smithy and saw Durin hastily dawning his trademark platemail and securing his axe and shield. "Sorry lad, finish fer me?!" Durin quickly spat as he walked by the smithy loaded with iron. Biraxus began to speak in protest but the wooden door had already closed.
Durin moved at a furious pace out of the city towards the compulsion. Shild mountain loomed in the far distance, but he pressed on with all the haste he could muster. Each step seeming to bring his target clearer. "Has to be him.." he said in a determined voice, as if to convince himself.
****
Once at Schild he could feel the compelling familiarity undeniable, it was his Captain, at long last he's back! He looked around the fortification, not seeing Gloirin anywhere, then finally the insignia revealed that he wasnt quite as close as he felt, but as Durin began to focus one of the Sundrites hollered something and Durin popped his eyes open to see a trio of the veritas dropping a dwarfs limp body at the base of the mountain. "Oi'm commin Capn'!" He shouted, running as swiftly as he could through the arrow and debris littered field. He scooped Gloirin up and ran him back for aid.
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Once recovered Gloirin and Rustbeard caught up on all the recent goings on, and Rustbeard was truely over joyed to have his Captain back. He had feared his duty failed, but no.. not this time, and he wouldn't let his captain run astray again, not without Rustbeard by his side.
****
A party broke out at the four lanterns, Mordin hiring performers and providing ale for the mirth filled dwarves who drank, danced, and sang for many hours. As the party died down they all gave thanks to Mordin and set out to have a nice long sobering walk to Sestra so that they might help ease any unrest in the town since the last action there on orders from Kilinar.
((Patrol report to be added to the mission board))