17th Limestone
The torches burned low in the courtyard of Flamebanner. The Dwarves had spent the night in mourning for their fallen friend and preparing his tomb. Now as the dawn broke and the Dwarves scattered about the courtyard woke Fireheart gathered the Warriors together to carry Plank's body down to the tombs. As the small procession entered the tomb they saw that the burial preparations were nearly done. The floor was marked in places where furniture would soon sit.
After the Dwarves had said their final good-byes Fireheart rose to speak. "We have always known that the Goblins would someday find a way to take one of our number. That Plank was the victim is disastorus to us all. Plank was a fine Dwarf and achieved the greatest death a Dwarf can, to fall in battle. Fighting for his friends, his home and his love. His actions will be immortalized on the walls of this fortress and the pages in the library." As Fireheart continued to speak Hawkfrost's attention was pulled away by a breeze. She knew that such a fresh breeze was a strange thing to feel 5 levels underground. Turning to try and find the source she realized that she was the only one being affected, everone else was completely focused on Fireheart with not a beard or piece of clothing being blown around.
With a start she jumped up from her place by the coffin and rushed for the door, shoving Zaneg and Wok roughly out of her way and pulling Legolord into the hallway where she began talking in muffled whispers. He looked like he was hearing something crazy but he nodded and rushed to the stairs. Hawkfrost followed a moment later with thoughts coursing through her mind. There might still be some hope...
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I'm not sure how boring this will be for you guys but I was inspired and trying to type before I lost the idea.
This fish thing could be entertaining though.
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Topic: Flamebanner: The Battle of Flamebanner! (Read 133027 times)