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The dwarf removed blood from his iron mace..
..with his finger in an artistic manner, drawing a set of two eyes and a large smile on it. He smiled back. Ignem was a dwarf of few words, but when they came - they were forceful and strong, mincing words or circling topics had never been his style.
He hated other dwarves for many reasons, the lack of vigor, empty eyes, hands-in-their-pockets ways and nobility. Oh, nobility, few dwarven words were strong enough to convey just how much he hated their pompous nature. They were not strong! They have no right to tell him to do anything or punish him for disobeying them - they had no right in the first place. So, he got rid of them. Well, as many as he could when he felt they crossed the line.
The guards passed in a hurry, unaware of the lurking menace with a smiling mace. He was not the kind of dwarf to hide, but this day was different. Ignem might be a dwarf of few words and he might be considered stark raving mad, but he was smart enough to not fight the entire town guard. No, his plans were to burn down a noble's house and drawing attention now would complicate things to an unescessary high degree.
He scurried over to the next house, threw his mace over the iron fence and then himself making quite a racket, he had asked himself many times over why he was driven to revenge just like moths to a flame. This noble had it coming though, his deed would not go unpunished. No form of system punished a noble for killing someone over an inconvenience, dwarves like Ignem and his like were mere cockroaches in this society. No, these nobles had to learn it the hard way and make some really good explanations to their gods when they are thrust infront of their respective gates.
A guard had caught the sound of someone in the bushes, Ignem waited patiently.
"Who is--", the guard was cut short as Ignem sprung out catching him off-guard. No armor in the world would save him, the smiling mace crushed both metal and bone. A gurgling sound finished whatever sentence the guard had begun. Ignem had no real care for those who worked for nobles but as a fellow warrior he paid his respect to his fallen dwarf and wished him a good journey in the afterlife, and then continued on.
If only Agnar had been here, everything would have been great, he thought. Don't worry Agnar, this noble won't get away, he'll burn for what he did to you. He set off, he was not done until the midnight sky was lit by the flames of justice.
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Topic: Hellchains (Story/Community) - Chapter 3 - The Children of the Damned (Read 13625 times)