Post by DM Dan/Bi'rel/Sheila on May 8, 2015 19:14:59 GMT
As the battle began, the whole Fireforge clan ran past the others to hit the force full and head on. Any that saw their display of raw and brutal power would realize that the stories of the Fireforge clan have not been exaggerated! The 50 tribesmen tore through the forces like a hot knife through butter, nothing stood in their way, when onto the battle field stood the exiled Brother Grok! Being exiled until death his debt had been repaid!
Even being undead, Grok's ferocity came through in his style of brutal force fighting, seemingly taking five of his former tribesmen down. It is said that right before Taklinn ran in to attack, Grok pointed his giant great axe and screamed in a deathly voice, barely resembling that of his former self, "GROK NO LIKE!!!"
Taklinn and Grok met, and for awhile to the on lookers it was just a brutal exchange of blow for blow, neither seeming to gain ground or tire. And after awhile, the two seemed to move so fast, they turned into a blur, the two seemingly unable to differentiate the two apart from each other.
After the dust settled the victor, Taklinn Fireforge stood tall and victorious, just than a Banshee Wail was heard and the entire undead army turned to dust, including Grok Fireforge.
It was reported that ever member of the Fireforge clan still standing gathered around Taklinn and with a loud barbaric scream the entire clan erupted as one. Taklinn stood up holding the urn he had just gathered handing it to a clan member who looked honored to accept it as such, as Taklinn came forward and moved toward the tower, obviously searching for something.
Upon seeing Balsar in the hall, Taklinn grabbed Balsar and pinned him against the wall with unbelievable strength even for a Dragonborn. Taklinn held up a seemingly red hot backward symbol of the Fireforge clan, as Taklinn yelled loudly, "Brother Balsar, Paladin of the Circle of the Golden Rose, you are hereby judged by the authority of the Fireforge clan, to be the protector of the group, and soley responsible for the loss of the life of Grok Fireforge." With a quickness the magical item is slammed into the back of Balsars neck, and Balsar tries to hold in his loud muffled scream. Taklinn says,"This is an honor not a burden, our laws dictate a life debt to a life lost out of neglect, and you are judged to owe a life debt for the lose of Grok Fireforge and now I pronounce you in front of all that may see, you are to be now called with honor Brother Balsar Fireforge, clan mate of the Fireforge clan, and I place it on you, whenever the Fireforge Clan calls upon you, your debt will bring you to us, until such a time you die, which than and only than will your debt be paid!" He stands back, and pins the Emblem of the Fireforge clan on Balsar, "Once this belonged to Grok, now it belongs to you brother!" Taklinn turns and starts leaving the tower as the rest of the clan followed.
Balsar, being slightly confused asks, "Why bestow this great honor upon me?”
Taklinn stops and turns, the rest of clan parts a path back to Balsar. He makes a motion with his hand, and the Fireforge with the urn comes close. "Grok was not fast to trust, and less likely to make friends." Taklinn says, pointing to the Urn, "Grok died believing in you, and the stories are that you left your Brother and ran." he comes closer looking Balsar in the eyes, "All things were weighed upon Brother Balsar, as is the Fireforge way. You are responsible for the death of Grok Fireforge, but his trust placed in you, and the Druids calling you the chosen one, this is all considered as well." He gets very somber, "I cannot hold one who is not of our clan responsible for his actions, and so the original judgement of revenge was stayed, but know this Brother Balsar, if the clan calls upon you and you refuse to come, that mark on the back of your neck will bring you great pain, none have survived the ordeal. With this honor comes responsibility. Take it to you, that Chief Fireforge, my father, and now your brother may never call upon you, or call upon you tonight. I know you have Oaths and duties already, this will not interfere with those, but you have a duty to your brethren now." As he takes a step back, he takes a pinch of the ash from the Urn, places it into a very small metal vial attached to a chain, and crushes it closed with his bare hand. He hands the chain to Balsar, "Take this and wear it always, to remind you of this mistake, that you may never make it again." Taklinn again turns to leave, and again the clan begins to follow.
Balsar, still being confused by all these events, and seeing in Greyhammers face to not push too far, simply states, “I don't understand why you see the Death of Grok my fault but I will accept the role of protector as long as it doesn't interfere with my mission”
Some of the dwarves start laughing, as Taklinn yells over his shoulder,"Like you'll have a choice my young brother. As soon as you accept his death and your role, it will be better for you."
The last dwarf of the Fireforge clan walked close by Balsar and said,"It was either this or marked for death by the entire Fireforge clan brother, but you can still choose death. You have already been judged guilty, I would not make this any worse." And the dwarf runs to catch up to the rest of the clan.
The entire clan starts to run in unison, and they run off, toward the Fisaga Mountains.
Even being undead, Grok's ferocity came through in his style of brutal force fighting, seemingly taking five of his former tribesmen down. It is said that right before Taklinn ran in to attack, Grok pointed his giant great axe and screamed in a deathly voice, barely resembling that of his former self, "GROK NO LIKE!!!"
Taklinn and Grok met, and for awhile to the on lookers it was just a brutal exchange of blow for blow, neither seeming to gain ground or tire. And after awhile, the two seemed to move so fast, they turned into a blur, the two seemingly unable to differentiate the two apart from each other.
After the dust settled the victor, Taklinn Fireforge stood tall and victorious, just than a Banshee Wail was heard and the entire undead army turned to dust, including Grok Fireforge.
It was reported that ever member of the Fireforge clan still standing gathered around Taklinn and with a loud barbaric scream the entire clan erupted as one. Taklinn stood up holding the urn he had just gathered handing it to a clan member who looked honored to accept it as such, as Taklinn came forward and moved toward the tower, obviously searching for something.
Upon seeing Balsar in the hall, Taklinn grabbed Balsar and pinned him against the wall with unbelievable strength even for a Dragonborn. Taklinn held up a seemingly red hot backward symbol of the Fireforge clan, as Taklinn yelled loudly, "Brother Balsar, Paladin of the Circle of the Golden Rose, you are hereby judged by the authority of the Fireforge clan, to be the protector of the group, and soley responsible for the loss of the life of Grok Fireforge." With a quickness the magical item is slammed into the back of Balsars neck, and Balsar tries to hold in his loud muffled scream. Taklinn says,"This is an honor not a burden, our laws dictate a life debt to a life lost out of neglect, and you are judged to owe a life debt for the lose of Grok Fireforge and now I pronounce you in front of all that may see, you are to be now called with honor Brother Balsar Fireforge, clan mate of the Fireforge clan, and I place it on you, whenever the Fireforge Clan calls upon you, your debt will bring you to us, until such a time you die, which than and only than will your debt be paid!" He stands back, and pins the Emblem of the Fireforge clan on Balsar, "Once this belonged to Grok, now it belongs to you brother!" Taklinn turns and starts leaving the tower as the rest of the clan followed.
Balsar, being slightly confused asks, "Why bestow this great honor upon me?”
Taklinn stops and turns, the rest of clan parts a path back to Balsar. He makes a motion with his hand, and the Fireforge with the urn comes close. "Grok was not fast to trust, and less likely to make friends." Taklinn says, pointing to the Urn, "Grok died believing in you, and the stories are that you left your Brother and ran." he comes closer looking Balsar in the eyes, "All things were weighed upon Brother Balsar, as is the Fireforge way. You are responsible for the death of Grok Fireforge, but his trust placed in you, and the Druids calling you the chosen one, this is all considered as well." He gets very somber, "I cannot hold one who is not of our clan responsible for his actions, and so the original judgement of revenge was stayed, but know this Brother Balsar, if the clan calls upon you and you refuse to come, that mark on the back of your neck will bring you great pain, none have survived the ordeal. With this honor comes responsibility. Take it to you, that Chief Fireforge, my father, and now your brother may never call upon you, or call upon you tonight. I know you have Oaths and duties already, this will not interfere with those, but you have a duty to your brethren now." As he takes a step back, he takes a pinch of the ash from the Urn, places it into a very small metal vial attached to a chain, and crushes it closed with his bare hand. He hands the chain to Balsar, "Take this and wear it always, to remind you of this mistake, that you may never make it again." Taklinn again turns to leave, and again the clan begins to follow.
Balsar, still being confused by all these events, and seeing in Greyhammers face to not push too far, simply states, “I don't understand why you see the Death of Grok my fault but I will accept the role of protector as long as it doesn't interfere with my mission”
Some of the dwarves start laughing, as Taklinn yells over his shoulder,"Like you'll have a choice my young brother. As soon as you accept his death and your role, it will be better for you."
The last dwarf of the Fireforge clan walked close by Balsar and said,"It was either this or marked for death by the entire Fireforge clan brother, but you can still choose death. You have already been judged guilty, I would not make this any worse." And the dwarf runs to catch up to the rest of the clan.
The entire clan starts to run in unison, and they run off, toward the Fisaga Mountains.