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olivar |
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Gron'rindul nods, looking out on the masses. "Is there nothing that can be done for the faithless, even now? If they would just hear, perhaps they can gain the faith they need to avoid this fate."
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Andorax |
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"No. They have had their chances, heard the calling and turned from it. This is Kelemvor's Law."
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul nods. "I would not stand in the way of Law. I shall depart."
Turning, Gron'rindul walks back the way he came, along the side of the road. |
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Andorax |
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It takes but a short distance before the group is again thinning, and you are left more and more alone with your thoughts. The cries of torment die down behind you, as the hillside rises upwards once more towards the gap between hills through which you earlier passed.
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olivar |
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When Gron'rindul crests the notch between the two hills, he will look around for a stone or something else to sit down upon.
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Andorax |
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Stone outcroppings are not in short supply here. 'ere long, he finds a spot near the peak of the saddle, within view of both the damned city and the valley in which he first arrived. There are few individuals here. Many in the empty valley seem to wander at random, or to sit and wait, or cry out to their various deities. Those few headed your way seem intent upon the road, and likely are bound for the city.
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul will greet in passing any souls that cross the saddle, seeing if any will stop to talk.
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Andorax |
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After an indeterminate time (for it is hard to weigh, or measure, it's passage here), another Dwarf walks into Gron'rindul's vicinity. Old, with steel-grey hair and a long beard, he raises a hand in greeting as he approaches.
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul also raises his hand in greeting, while trying to note if the other's hand has any marking. Standing, he says, "Greetings, sir. Would you like to sit?"
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Andorax |
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No markings or emblems are visible upon the elder. As he comes further, he replies, "Aye. Though I do not feel the wearyness in my bones, it is hard to forget, hard habbits to break. I've not gone for such a walk in many a day. So, do you, too, await the All-Father?"
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul sits when the elder dwarf has sat. "No, I wait for the Silverbeard's bidding. I was one of his priests, doing his work in the city of Raven's Bluff, far from my home in the Great Rift. And you, sir?"
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Andorax |
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"Ah...one of the priesthood. And young? No doubt, you fell in battle then. Not I, no. I was a smith, of some renoun actually, in Halruaa. Not many of our folk there, but the wizarding sorts definately appreciated fine craftsmanship. Worked my forge for close to two centuries' time, enough to sell my wares to generations, and lived out the last three decades comfortably enough."
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olivar |
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Gronrindul nods. "Aye, battle, yes. I fell to some sort of shadow demon while (hopefully) securing the retreat of my compatriots. We had just driven some illithid who had established a foothold under the city."
"Smithing is honorable work. My father was a smith, and I would likely have been one as well if the calling to serve Clangeddin was any less than it was. I'm sure such work as you've done will earn an honored place in Moradin's house." |
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Andorax |
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"Oh aye, no doubt there, no doubt. I've known long enough that I'll be seeing his halls. Now, it seems, the wait is near over."
Glancing across the plain, he falls silent for a moment, then replies, "'tis a goodly number of folks a waiting, it would seem." |
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul looks out over the valley. "Yes, I suppose it does. I hope there wasn't some sort of disaster somewhere in the world to bring a bunch of them here at once."
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Andorax |
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"I'd think you would know more about such things than I, you being the priest and all. Still, seems there's a fair-to-sizable number of elders among them. Methinks, if there were a disaster, 'twould be more youngsters." The old Dwarf continues to gaze out over the plane, lost in thought, or perhaps just remembering a long life.
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul gives a small grunt-like chuckle. "Actually, sir, this is the first time I've perished, so most of it is new to me too. But your are right - if it were a war or something similar, most of those people would look younger. Hmm...perhaps this is simply how things work here. I wish I did now more about this place."
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Andorax |
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The hours pass...how many, it is impossible to tell. Some people come and go, most go about their various acts with seemingly little interest in you.
Suddenly, you feel a tremmor beneith you...a tremmor that subsides, only to be replaced with a large outgrowth of stone thrusting upwards from the ground. The rough, stony outcropping, some ten feet in height, shifts...and a pair of arms and a stone-like head separate out from the main column. In the center, the mark of the Silverbeard is plain to see. You know with a certainty that this is the servant of Clangeddin that you have waited for, and that he has come for you. |
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olivar |
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Gron'rindul stands and quietly awaits his fate.
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Andorax |
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As Gron'rindul rises, the large stony head of the creature before him nods solemly. A brilliant silver light blazes from it's eyes, consuming all else until you are bathed in it's radiance.
Moments later, both the stone creation and Gron'rindul have vanished, leaving the grey, featureless plane with but a single Dwarf in the viscinity...who takes one last look at the spot they vanished from, nods and softly says, "good fer you, lad," and wanders off on his own once more. |
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