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Raimonds' Last Tale
Posted: 04 Aug 2003 02:30 PM |
“Oof…oh…hehehe! Easy with your old grandpop, there, Jhaster!” Raimonds chuckled as his pudgy grandson climbed energetically up onto his knee.
“Now now, settle down, Maegara, and sit nicely next to your brother. And you three in the back, stop pinching each other! Your grandpop’s gonna tell you one last story before he gets on, and I want you to all to hear me good…because it’ll be a while before you get another.”
“Why, Gran-dad?” asked a rosy cheeked dwarven cherub at Raimonds’ knee.
“Well, your grandad has to take a little trip, and he won’t be back for a while. Don’t frown now, Belbrina,” he whispered as he chucked the little dwarf under the chin, “…eh…just have a seat and listen to the story, pumpkin.”
“Now all you lads and lasses know that your old grandpop was once a great warrior, right?” he began.
A great whistling whoop went up from the toddler audience as they sounded their affirmative.
“Heh heh heh – that’s right! I’ve battled ogres and trolls, orcs and goblyns, kobolds and gnolls, and came out on top each and every time! Maybe I’ve got a scar or two, but here I am all the same,” he smiled.
“Let me tell you about the one battle I lost, m’dears. The one man I wronged, and the one I need to do penance for…”
To be continued. (when I get more time to write it) ;-)
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- Raimonds Mountainhand, oldest dwarf you know
"Better ogres than trolls.." |
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Re: Raimonds' Last Tale
Posted: 05 Aug 2003 12:00 PM |
Arizzle cuddles in bed with her ivory nightgown, pen in one hand, and a silk-bound notebook in her right. Under the candlelight, she thought for a moment, and starts in a crisp, clear handwriting...
"Today I met more of these unusual characters... a grandpa dwarf, no less! He said he's 414 years old... (some rough calculations) That's 398 years older than me. He speaks of strange things, and a man he's wronged... with regrets in his voice.
Many years he have not seen his grandchildren he say, this 'wrong' must be something that really needs to be 'right'... I wonder how baby-dwarves look like?
...I wonder how my grandpa look like?
Laying down her pen, Arizzle gazes at the wooden ceiling, gently sighs, and puffs the candle out of its labor. |
Aria
So talented, so troubled. |
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Re: Raimonds' Last Tale
Posted: 07 Aug 2003 03:13 PM |
“Well, back say…350 or so years ago, your old grandpaw and your great uncle, Dunnabar were what passed for lieutenants in our clan’s “Battlerager” troop. Ahh…I can see the questions in yer eyes, young’uns. Aye, your grandpaw had a brother, and you had a great uncle. But, that what this story’s about.”
“Now…what’s that, Fyrlynn? You don’t know what a Battlerager is?? What’re you teaching these kids these days?!” Raimonds called into the kitchen past the sounds of clinking glasses, water, and muted adult voices.
“Well, the Battleragers were a squad of berserker dwarves, with crazy hair and all sorts of magic tatoos! And they wielded axes and hammers, and squished every goblin they saw!” he shouted. He chuckled a bit as he took in the various looks of surprise, disbelief, and apprehension.
“Don’t believe me? Here, have a look yourself,” he continued as he unbuttoned his tunic to reveal a strange miasma of colors patterned in an almost totemic array.
“Aye, and your great uncle Dunnabar and I were two fine young leaders among these crazy dwarves, and we kept the clan-home safe from every beastie for a great many years. It was just about when the two of us were getting into our eighties – a right proper time for a young dwarf to marry, that two things happened. First, our old captain of the Battleragers, Bucklai Bruisefester died of old age – a mighty feat for a Battlerager, as most beserkers tend to live a short, albeit glorious life.”
Raimonds shifted his weight a bit on his armchair, tugged at his tunic, and slid Jhaster to his other knee, taking a deep breath.
“And the other thing, m’dears, was that the young daughter of the chieftain of Clan Granitetooth was stolen away by a small band of rebel dwarves from their very own clan!” the children gasped. Raimonds smiled a bit into his beard and continued…
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- Raimonds Mountainhand, oldest dwarf you know
"Better ogres than trolls.." |
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