Role

Chapter 1

"It is you, Brother, that will carry on the teachings of the Valma Katol. Make sure
everyone learns of it's truth."

I....can't believe that he's dead. I haven't wept like this in ages, haven't..

"FEH!" he snorts again...for the last time..."Don't cry, brother."

Through tear-streaked eyes in a voice older than I would ever wish, I whisper to him:

"Not brother....you....were like a father to me."

Utter sorrow plunges me into oblivion, I ignore the other goodbyes, the presence
of even an Immortal of our Spire, untill finally, I look up and hear his last words, as
he looks at his knee in wonderment.

"By all the hells of Nordiach's nightly emissions.....they don't hurt!"

And he's gone.

Dwarves honor their fathers, many even name themselves after them and obey them
utterly. Always. Odrirg wanted me to spread the teachings of the Grand Master, to
fight the chaos of the Outlanders, and the tyranny of the Empire.

And I, as a son of Gorimm, shall do so.