Chapter #19 - The Day the Music Died
You know you want to hear the songYou wont believe it...
The legendary grunge harpist plays no more. Kurk Quorcane has keeled over. Urist's former lover and the clan leader of her only allies against Khamero is now dead and beginning to rot into food for the worms and maggots. Urist is stunned by the news. She cannot believe that TWO dwarves would have the NERVE to die without her ordering it! Seriously....NO ONE has died here outside of the glory of battle or Urists plans. (oh and suicide due to lack of shell too)
She had run to his room when she had heard the news. Urist had shoved the widowed Dungeon Master Petbeard aside, and knelt at the corpse.
"Kurk...."
She picked up his hand and held it. It was cold, and already stiffening from rigor mortis. She stood before weakness and tears overtook her. She looked down at the disobedient dead dwarf and shouted.
"I order you to stand Kurk Quorcane!" The other dwarves in the room gave each other odd looks. "I am Urist Salvedangers, Empress of Dwarves, and I ORDER you to live!" There was a moment of silence. She shouted again. "I ORDER IT!!!!!!" Kurk simply refused to get up.
Urist did not understand. She held the power of Death over these dwarves. Why could she not wield the power of Life?
She felt like King Canute trying to hold back the tide, only to find that regal dignity received no respect from the forces of nature.
Kurk was dead, and would never rise again. Such was the curse on the heads of all mortals....