Dáin Ironfoot I
03-19-2003, 08:10 PM
Dain sat alone in his chamber, his things packed and ready to go. He whispered a short prayer of thanks to Mahal the creator and Durin the father, and left the dorms; and stood under the desolate arch of the Dwarf Darrow.
The sun shone with a bronze hue, and began to wane in the dense woods beyond the temple of Heren Istarion. Dain had graduated, and was now leaving to visit his home in the Ered Luin, before he moved on to larger prospects and greater power. He was now a disciple of Aule Mahal, the shaper of the earth itself and the master of flame. He was now the Red Wizard of Ohtar Valaina, more powerful than any Dwarf in Middle Earth...
"Hoy cousin Dain!" came a voice, billowing over the rolling hills of Arnor. Five pony-drawn wagons came, a white bearded Dwarf leading the caravan, a black spear glimmering in his fist like the black pinnacle of Isengard. Dain smiled gleefully, but was saddened at leaving his home for many a month. Heren Istarion was always his place of allegiance, but he had to move on, to bigger and better things to further improve his relations with Heren Istarion. Through fire and earth he would go, upholding the law of Mahal with his axe and fist.
When the caravan had reached the archway of the Dwarf Darrow, Dain hurled his belongings into the white-bearded Dwarf's wagon.
"Falim; where have you been all this time? Heren Istarion is in need of your skill and precision! You shall take my place as the head master of the Dwarf Darrow, and teach the classes as the Grand Council sees fit. Perhaps I shall return one day, but for now I must seek council with the Ohtar Valaina, and discover my true purpose in this life. May Mahal be with you Falim Stealthspear!" Dain said, his voice proud and dignified.
"And may you outlast Durin the Deathless, my kinsman," replied Falim, his black armor contrasted with Dain's shining mithril coat. There they stood, arms clasped tightly; like night and day, the darkness and the fire, the shadows and the light. Yet they knew they may see niether again on this world, for their futures were unclear and full of shadow and hardships. Dain boarded the wagon, and with a cry like the shifting of the earth, the pony sped off with Dain on his back, like a star shooting off into the darkening sky.
"Unload the wagons, kinsman! We have a new home!" barked Falim. From the wagons came precious metals from far off mountains, and mining and crafting tools to improve the structure of the Dwarf Darrow. Eight Dwarves there were, plus Falim, and they all unloaded into the Darrow after many trips. In a matter of moments, the Darrow had transformed from a cold and lifeless place to a lively and festive goldpile, filled with ale and gold and songs of travelling Dwarves. The music carried out into the temple of Heren Istarion, where the students and teachers rejoiced in hearing its sound.
Before retreating into the now festive dwelling, Falim stood outside, and inhaled deeply. The smell was fragrant like a field of wild-flowers and crisper than a spike of diamond. Here was his new home, and he would keep it ready for Dain's return. He walked slowly back into the Darrow, feeling refreshed and anew with life.
The sun shone with a bronze hue, and began to wane in the dense woods beyond the temple of Heren Istarion. Dain had graduated, and was now leaving to visit his home in the Ered Luin, before he moved on to larger prospects and greater power. He was now a disciple of Aule Mahal, the shaper of the earth itself and the master of flame. He was now the Red Wizard of Ohtar Valaina, more powerful than any Dwarf in Middle Earth...
"Hoy cousin Dain!" came a voice, billowing over the rolling hills of Arnor. Five pony-drawn wagons came, a white bearded Dwarf leading the caravan, a black spear glimmering in his fist like the black pinnacle of Isengard. Dain smiled gleefully, but was saddened at leaving his home for many a month. Heren Istarion was always his place of allegiance, but he had to move on, to bigger and better things to further improve his relations with Heren Istarion. Through fire and earth he would go, upholding the law of Mahal with his axe and fist.
When the caravan had reached the archway of the Dwarf Darrow, Dain hurled his belongings into the white-bearded Dwarf's wagon.
"Falim; where have you been all this time? Heren Istarion is in need of your skill and precision! You shall take my place as the head master of the Dwarf Darrow, and teach the classes as the Grand Council sees fit. Perhaps I shall return one day, but for now I must seek council with the Ohtar Valaina, and discover my true purpose in this life. May Mahal be with you Falim Stealthspear!" Dain said, his voice proud and dignified.
"And may you outlast Durin the Deathless, my kinsman," replied Falim, his black armor contrasted with Dain's shining mithril coat. There they stood, arms clasped tightly; like night and day, the darkness and the fire, the shadows and the light. Yet they knew they may see niether again on this world, for their futures were unclear and full of shadow and hardships. Dain boarded the wagon, and with a cry like the shifting of the earth, the pony sped off with Dain on his back, like a star shooting off into the darkening sky.
"Unload the wagons, kinsman! We have a new home!" barked Falim. From the wagons came precious metals from far off mountains, and mining and crafting tools to improve the structure of the Dwarf Darrow. Eight Dwarves there were, plus Falim, and they all unloaded into the Darrow after many trips. In a matter of moments, the Darrow had transformed from a cold and lifeless place to a lively and festive goldpile, filled with ale and gold and songs of travelling Dwarves. The music carried out into the temple of Heren Istarion, where the students and teachers rejoiced in hearing its sound.
Before retreating into the now festive dwelling, Falim stood outside, and inhaled deeply. The smell was fragrant like a field of wild-flowers and crisper than a spike of diamond. Here was his new home, and he would keep it ready for Dain's return. He walked slowly back into the Darrow, feeling refreshed and anew with life.