Role

Chapter 25

The sharp sound of wood popping echoed through the
blistering cold night as a young Juhldalor sat on a stone
near the warmth of the crackling cooking fire. The bitterness
of his ale a comfort as it warmed his insides. His hand
slowly stroking the worn smoothness of the stone under him,
his mind spinning with the possibilities of what he could
possibly mold and shape from within this bit of earth.

Much like the wills of men, the earth could be molded into something
of greatness that would last for near all time. All that is
needed is a talented hand, and the presense of a mentor to
give the gift of knowledge, passing the secrets of the earth
from one generation to the next. Passing the fires from one
to the next, the mastery unlocking through time and trial.

*crackle, pop, pop, crackle* *SNAP*

A twig broke behind him as Juhldalor could suddenly sense someone,
his body tenses as two rough hands reached for his shoulders
and gave a slight squeeze.

"Arugh dare eh meh laddy eh! Ner bein skerred dare, jus yer ol pap!"

Juhldalor's Father stared at him from beneath a thick and singed
beard, his eyes discerning and his brow furrowed.

"Yer ner bein a fargin yellow bastid dare eh! Ner 'ere bein
scared er dem darkness dare eh!" He said as he released
his grip from Juhldalor's shoulders.

"Widin yer heart bein dem light er dem werld, iffn yer graspin at it,
yer havin dem power ta be changin id, yer havin dem power ta movin
dem cities iffn yer bein wantin dare eh! eh!"

He moved next to the large stone that Juhldalor was sitting on,
and silently they both stared into the fire, it's light dancing
in their eyes and touching their souls as they both took a long
deep swig of fine dark dwarven ale.