Role

Chapter 4

Time passes somewhat faster when youre in the thick of battle, and now
no longer being on the outside, time seems to be passing by at an
astounding speed. I introduce myself to each of my new brethren,
confidant in myself. One day while training, the Bloody head of the
Magician was taken from our throne. The Warlocks stowed away the
head within their alter, and prepared their angel against our assault by
shielding it well with invoker magic as well as transmutation spells. To
begin with Grjarincx started on the Angel, and soon retreated. I began
communicating with my brother, and sought out applicants, I called them
to my side, to strike as a force against the angel, Nalwarf, Compex, and
Miradur, though Miradur struck the wrong angel and subsequently died
from his mistake. While I lead Nalwarf and Compex to a quick victory,
as we pounded away against the angel, with me taking as many of the
blows as I possibly could. As the angel fell, a strong congratulations
came throughout the village, from my elders and brothers, and a strong
voice resounded throughout the village as a lord congratulated us on a
rain well preformed. I resumed my training soon after ward, and
eventually worked my way to the forge, to give praise to lord Thror.
After having a few words with Draugnir we both began to pray, and as I
knelt down before the mighty anvil, a presence came into view. When I
raised my head up I saw Thror removing his cloak and allowing me to see
him. With a hearty greeting we introduced ourselves and began to speak.
We noted many things of my feelings and my driving force, the Fire
within myself that allows me to push further and faster, than most of my
brethren. We then spoke of how each of the spheres he resides over
sands to each of the others, how they are intertwined. I told him of how
I had came to my current title and how my life had been so far, and a
chuckle and a sniff here and there, the conversation went well. While we
discussed how the process of the forge is present in my life, we became
more and more serious. Nearing the end of that part of our conversation
he spoke aloud " I am Proud O My Mithril" I understood what he meant
where as the beautiful material shined brilliantly itself. He was speaking
of me, and before long I arose with his brand upon my arm, now apart of
the Noldarian history itself, I was now an apprentice to the hammer, a
growing smith. I spend several days watching and attempting to mimic
the Noldar within the forge, so that I may too one day know what it is
like to not only forge myself and people but weapons as well. Later on I
found Miradur had finally achieved his hut, and in his congratulations,
we spoke in more depth. Miradur follows lord Kastellyn, which makes
he and I kindred in more ways than our race and our village. Miradur
and I are both as strong in spirit as body and mind, we make ourselves
into rather extraordinary training partners, with both he and I teaching
the other one thing or another, each bout we fight. We travel beside each
other many times, training as we battle, and will continue to do so in the
future. After leaving my brethren for a short time I took a moment to
return to Udgaard and visit my father. I found the Captain training a new
group of recruits and on my approach threw a dagger my way. With
speed he had never imagined I caught it and returned i