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Khasar follows, moving stiffly as all movement causes his wounds to flare up in pain. Once in the temple Khasar quickly pays his respects to Moradin and follows Qayan.

Khasar looks to his companions, then steps forward. "He fell as the true heroe he was, defending his comrades to the last. We had made our way through the ruins of Sarbreen where we were able to track the ilithid to it's lair. There Valarion and I were ambushed and laid low by the mind flayers. But Gron'rindul and the others came to our aid and we were able to rally. My companions and I succumbed to the mind flayers magic. We would be driven unconcious and rewake later in the battle, but always when we awoke there was Gron'rindul toe to toe with the enemy, protecting our unmoving forms as we struggled to regain our feet. Like an ship in a storm, Gron'rindul was our anchor, and eventually the ilithid fled before us."

Here Khasar pauses for a moment, then resumes "The mind flayer taunted us as it left saying that it had what it had come for and so our victory was of little consequence. Whether that is the truth or not I do not know. I doubt it would have fought as hard as it did if it was finished here, but now is not the time to decide. Enraged by its taunts we marched on exploring the rest of the ruins and finding refugees from tribe of grimlocks we had met earlier. On and on we delved until we came to a room full of mutilated bodies. Women and childern lay slaughtered in that cave, and that too drove us on. So we ventured further down the tunnels searching for the magic gate the ilithids had used to invade the ruins, until eventually we found them. And there Gron'rindul met his doom."

Once again Khasar pauses. This time because it is to soon, and the memory is too bitter. "Crouched among the rocks was a beast of shadow, part cat, part man. Swift and deadly, it felled me with a single blow. Into it's six armed fury strode Gron'rindul and Qayan, coming to my aid so that I need not face Tempus in defeat a second time. Gron'rindul raised his axe high and called upon Clangeddin to heal me. I felt the power of Clangeddin flow into me. And, as I rose, Gron'rindul shouted at me to flee, and so I did, as did my companions. One by one we fled the room until, finally, Gron'rindul stood alone with the beast. It was then, as he turned to join us in our retreat that the beast struck him down, pouncing on him it tore through steel and flesh alike.
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We fled, we were too weak from the battle with the mind flayer to face this beast. We ran so that Gron'rinduls sacrifice would not be in vain, so that we could heal, and prepare, and finally, avenge."

Here Khasar stops and waits for Serin to question him further.

Bowing to the elder dwarf Khasar speaks. "Thank you Lord Seren. My comrades and I are in bad shape and in sore need of rest. Your help is most apperciated. A nights healing and a day to rest is all we require before we return to retrieve Gron'rindul's body. Indeed that is longer than I, we, would like. I shudder to even think of what that creature is doing to Gron'rindul as we speak, but I feel we need the time to plan as well as to heal. I believe that another headlong rush would only serve to deal us another defeat, one that we can ill afford."

Khasar finishes then glances around. "Where would you have us stay?" he askes then stepping closer, "Also, is there a way I might have a word with you after the others are settled in?"

"Do what you will. I will help Zanas count out these coins then go to sleep." Khasar states as he moves to help Zanas.

As the spirit of Tempus fills him Khasar he finds a deep satifaction. As if a void in his life that he did not even know about has been filled. He feels a part of something bigger than himself, a profound knowledge that no matter where he goes or what he does he will have brothers in arms there to help him.

As he awakens he realizes that, althought he might not know Tempus's plan for him, he has taken the first step on the path the god set before him.

Drawing Spellbreaker he holds it in both hands and gently plants the tip in the ground, getting down on one knee he prays: "Tempus light my path, give me the strength and the courage to defeat the enemies in my path. Grant me, your servant, your protection that I may show your enemies your wrath. Protect me in all things that I might spread your message, by deed and by word, to all who would hear it."

Khasar takes the scroll from Serin and unrolls it. After stareing at it for a moment Khasar bows his head. "Tempus grant me the knowledge to read understand the wisdom imparted on this parchment that I may use it to honor the remains of one who has fallen in battle, giving his life in an act as befitting your tenants as ever there was."

(OOC: Caste read magic on the scroll.)