Role

Chapter 13

Juhldalor and Gruhnarld turned, facing the source
of the sound, Gruhnarld's face twisted into a mask
of pure rage, Juhldalor's soul felt the strength of
a mountain rising within him, a fortitude of spirit
against the robed figure.

"Foolish Dwarf, the robed figure whispered with a
raspy voice. I had told you long ago, you could not
give back what I had given, it was a gift of darkness,
a placeholder for your soul....One I've come to reclaim."

The robed figure raises his hand and with a beckoning
motion called at Gruhnarld.

Gruhnarld fell to his knees, his hands coming to his
head, screams of shear agony rising from within
his soul. His heart racing, ready to explode in his
chest. He writhed in pain on the ground, twitching
and screaming.

Juhldalor had seen enough, without hesitation he reached
into the forge, and grasped the hammer his father
had held for so long, it's darkness wrenching at his
soul, the fortitude of the mountains standing
against it's taint. He felt the strength of the earth
within his soul, it's fires within his gut and he
struck it down with great vengeance upon the anvil.

CLAAANNGG!!

The robed figure howled and reeled back, it's outstretched
hand retreating and reaching for it's cowled head.

CLAAAAANNNGG!!!

Juhldalor smashed the hammer into the anvil again, it's worn
face cracking slightly as the massive hammer came crashing
down.

CLAAAANNNNNGG!!!

Screaching in a piercing whine, the figure within the robe
reeled backwards, the darkness gathering around it, claiming
the light for it's own.

Juhldalor raised the massive hammer above his head, gripping it
with both hands, it's shaft burning fiery hot within grasp.
He called upon the fires of the earth to strike out
at this darkness, strike out against this taint, to destroy
this instrument of the great evil.

With strength unknown to him his entire life, his spirit
singing with the soul of the mountains, he let out a cry
so fierce it shook the forge, "FEERR DEM FIRRESS ER DEM EARTH!!!"

The massive hammer came crashing down against the anvil,
it's head shattering into thousands of shards upon impact
with it's worn face, nearly splitting the old anvil in two it
rang out in defiance, "CLAAAAANNNNGGG!!!"

The robed figure howling furiously pulled upon the darkness
about him and swirled within it, dissapearing within the whisps
and tendrils that lashed at the light of the forge.

Juhldalor dropped the shattered shaft to the ground, and turned
to find his father on the ground, twitching ever so slightly.