Role

Chapter 1

It had been a good 175 years since I had dreamed of anything to do with the
mountain of my youth. Yet still I went on as I was meant. Yet this night was
different. I fell asleep as I usually do, clothed ready for battle, yet it
was not like this that I woke on the mountain. I awoke on the peak of the
mountain once more, alone, and wearing nothing but a large loin cloth
covering my privates and an axe forged from shimmering light in each hand. As
I stood there looking over the lands, the majority of which were still
covered in the dark cloud, a chill wind picked up and struck me. As I looked
around for its source another dwarf slowely emerged out of nowhere. It was
the same dwarf from my last dream more then 175 years ago. He stood there
watching me yet again, as if it were the first time he had done so. He looked
me up and down, this time nodding his head slightly to me, as in acceptance.

"Yah know Golron, yah done us proud. An ahm proud ta tell yah that yah 'ave
already earned a place amongst tha 'alls. Yah name be spoken amongst tha
mountains, yah kin everywhere be talkin of yah, of yah deeds an what yah be
doin. An yah know what kin? They be proud, they all be proud. Yah be openin
their eyes, an now they be seein what tha dreams showed yah. There aint much
more we could 'ave 'oped fer. Kin, ah would be proud ta 'ave been able ta go
ta war with yah by me side."

The way he looked at me, it reminded me of my father, then of my mother, and
of everything I had given up in my hunt. When I looked up at him again I
think he realised, he walked towards me and placed a gauntleted hand upon my
shoulder.

"Kin, be lookin at me. Yah done more then most folk will ever do. Yah gave up
yah 'ome, yah kin, an everythin yah knew fer somethin that might not even
'ave 'appened in yah lifetime. Fer that ah got nothin but sadness in me
'eart. Yet yah did it with not one doubt in yah 'eart. Be listenin ta me, it
aint over, this aint goin ta be quick an it aint goin ta be fun, but yah know
now as well as ah that it 'as ta be done. Kin, we been watchin yah, we been
keepin an eye on yah. We 'ave seen yah fall, we 'ave seen yah get back up on
yah feet, ready yah axes an get back to it. An we know yah body be startin
fall apart from bein beaten, even though yah flame be burnin as bright as
ever. So we came ta yah tonight ta bestow on yah somethin tha should 'elp.
Somethin that be goin ta keep yah goin an protect yah from what yah aint able
ta do yahself. This be goin ta 'urt Kin, but ah got trust in yah that yah can
be 'andlin it."

With that I saw many dwarves come out of the air slowly in a circle around
me. Every one of the dwarves was dressed in ceremonial armours. There were
dwarves clad in platemails akin to those worn many generations ago,
chainmails not worn since the age of kings, everything about them seemed
almost unreal. Their clothing was breathtaking, yet their weapons were even
more so. These weapons were not the weapons of man, they were the work of the
gods themselves. Even a dwarf would not have been able to forge such a
weapon, yet these dwarves carried them as if they were forged by their own
hands. These weapons seemed strong enough to cut a mountain in two with one
strike, yet I knew now that their time in battle was long over, they were the
mark of the ch