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<blockquote data-quote="Mathew_Freeman" data-source="post: 4515016" data-attributes="member: 1846"><p><strong>A Dwarven Birth</strong></p><p></p><p>Another in our series of background posts:</p><p></p><p>It was almost midnight when there came a frantic knocking at the door of the dining hall of the dwarfish lord, Gandric Stoneborn. Mid-quaff, Lord Stoneborn waved a bejewelled hand in the direction of the door and a servant hurried to open it. In stumbled a sweat-drenched and panting servant, leaning against the door frame and breathing hard as he struggled to speak. "Milord, your wife has just given birth! To a son!"</p><p></p><p>Lord Gandric gulped down a mouthful of wine, his eyes bulging in gleeful surprise. "Hurrah! Well done, that woman. So, which wife was it?"</p><p></p><p>"Er, Lady Hrangisha, milord. You know, the one who's been, er, pregnant lately. She's the father of four of your other children."</p><p></p><p>"Capital, capital! Bring her in here for a drink, there's a sport."</p><p></p><p>"Er, I rather think Lady Hrangisha was expecting you to come to her, milord. To see the baby."</p><p></p><p>"Oh. Righto. Everyone, to the infirmary!" With that, Lord Gandric's entire court, including eight former comrades-in-arms, two heralds, a bard and seven serving girls hurried forth out of the dining hall towards the infirmary. </p><p></p><p>Lady Hrangisha looked up as a cacophany of bellowing and general drunken howling came from the hallway outside her birthing room. She shared a look of tired resignation with the doctor, then nodded towards another attendant. The timid dwarfish girl opened the door and was promptly bowled over by the rampaging, revelling Lord Gandric. "Where's this son of mine? Someone bring me a glass of wine, it's time for his first drink!" </p><p></p><p>The doctor, a worn-looking old dwarf with a frizzy red beard named Fanbir, rushed forwards and slammed the door behind Lord Gandric before any of his followers could enter the room. </p><p></p><p>Lady Hrangisha blinked and tried to look away as her husband's next words were preceeded by a fine mist of spittle and wine. "By the gods, but he's a rough-looking little chap, isn't he? Got a face like a boiled fist." </p><p></p><p>Doctor Fanbir leaned forwards and said "He's healthy as they come though, sire. I've never felt a grip like his from a newborn. Look, my nail's starting to go black."</p><p></p><p>"So it is, by Moradin. Have you weighed him yet?"</p><p></p><p>Doctor Finbar respectfully plucked the newborn dwarfling from his mother's arms and raced over to the giant set of brass scales by the wall. One of the scales was weighed down by a large polished stone, the other was empty save for a pillow upon which he placed the baby dwarf. The two scales balanced out briefly, then the baby rose slightly. Lord Gandric exclaimed "Look! He's lighter than the stone! He'll rise above the rocks of his home, there'll be no stopping him when it's his time. He'll leave the mines and the city and be a traveller, that's for sure."</p><p></p><p>Lady Hrangisha spoke up finally. "Well, I won't have my boy trapsing about up there like some vagabond. It wouldn't do to have a Stoneborn wandering around aimlessly. Wouldn't look right to the other clans."</p><p></p><p>"By Moradin's great grey knotted beard full of holy gravy and bits of divine grissle, she's right. The lad needs a trade, a profession. Tell me, doctor, were there any mysterious goings on around here at the time of his birth? You know, whaddayacallit, omens, sigils, that sort of thing?"</p><p></p><p>Doctor Fanbir took a heavy scroll from a pocket in his apron and pushed his spectacles back on his nose as he consulted it. "Says here the boy's born under the sign of the Crook, that being a shephard's herding implement rather than some miscellaneous felon. That generally means he'll have religious leanings."</p><p></p><p>"Really?" interrupted Lord Gandric, "I'd have thought it'd mean he'd be a shephard."</p><p></p><p>"Well, no, sire. These things tend to be a little more oblique than that. You know, eldritch. Arcane, even."</p><p></p><p>"Ahhh," said Gandric, knowingly, "arcane. Indeed. Rather. What's his birth stone then?"</p><p></p><p>Fanbir looked further down the scroll, his stubby finger drawing across the heavy, yellowed parchment. "Erm, says here, seeing as he's born right on the cusp, he's favoured by two stones. Let me see… gold, very auspcious of course. Although he is a dwarf, and gold is pretty important to all of us, to own the truth. The other is lapis lazuli."</p><p></p><p>"By Moradin's divine, hairy – "</p><p></p><p>"Gandric, don't you dare use that kind of language in front of our boy!"</p><p></p><p>"Sorry, Hrangisha. It's the excitement of the moment, you know. Gold and blue, the very colours of Moradin the Maker himself! We'll call him 'Moradin!'"</p><p></p><p>"Isn't that a bit, whaddayacallit, blasphemious?" Finbar said uncertainly. </p><p></p><p>"What, naming a dwarf after the patron god of dwarves? How is that blasphemious?"</p><p></p><p>Hrangisha piped up. "What about a nice human name, like George, or Donald?"</p><p></p><p>Lord Gandric rebuked her condescendingly: "Well, George and Donald are fine names for humans," he said the last with the expression one wears when cleaning up after the family dog, "but they lack that classic dwarfish grandeur, don't they? You never hear of 'Donald the Gut-Gargling Demon-Mauler', do you? Or 'The Wyvern Strangler, Alan.'"</p><p></p><p>"Well, I agree with the doctor, I don't think it's right to go naming the boy Moradin. What if he turns out to be a real prick? That's definitely blasphemious."</p><p></p><p>"Alright, alright," Lord Gandric relented, "What was your old great uncle's name, you know, the one who slew all those elfish chieftans?"</p><p></p><p>"Oh, you mean great uncle Rangrim."</p><p></p><p>Fanbir nodded sagely "Rangrim, yes, very portentous!"</p><p></p><p><span style="color: orange">Next update: A tale from the youth of Elwanen, Eladrin Paladin of Pelor.</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Mathew_Freeman, post: 4515016, member: 1846"] [b]A Dwarven Birth[/b] Another in our series of background posts: It was almost midnight when there came a frantic knocking at the door of the dining hall of the dwarfish lord, Gandric Stoneborn. Mid-quaff, Lord Stoneborn waved a bejewelled hand in the direction of the door and a servant hurried to open it. In stumbled a sweat-drenched and panting servant, leaning against the door frame and breathing hard as he struggled to speak. "Milord, your wife has just given birth! To a son!" Lord Gandric gulped down a mouthful of wine, his eyes bulging in gleeful surprise. "Hurrah! Well done, that woman. So, which wife was it?" "Er, Lady Hrangisha, milord. You know, the one who's been, er, pregnant lately. She's the father of four of your other children." "Capital, capital! Bring her in here for a drink, there's a sport." "Er, I rather think Lady Hrangisha was expecting you to come to her, milord. To see the baby." "Oh. Righto. Everyone, to the infirmary!" With that, Lord Gandric's entire court, including eight former comrades-in-arms, two heralds, a bard and seven serving girls hurried forth out of the dining hall towards the infirmary. Lady Hrangisha looked up as a cacophany of bellowing and general drunken howling came from the hallway outside her birthing room. She shared a look of tired resignation with the doctor, then nodded towards another attendant. The timid dwarfish girl opened the door and was promptly bowled over by the rampaging, revelling Lord Gandric. "Where's this son of mine? Someone bring me a glass of wine, it's time for his first drink!" The doctor, a worn-looking old dwarf with a frizzy red beard named Fanbir, rushed forwards and slammed the door behind Lord Gandric before any of his followers could enter the room. Lady Hrangisha blinked and tried to look away as her husband's next words were preceeded by a fine mist of spittle and wine. "By the gods, but he's a rough-looking little chap, isn't he? Got a face like a boiled fist." Doctor Fanbir leaned forwards and said "He's healthy as they come though, sire. I've never felt a grip like his from a newborn. Look, my nail's starting to go black." "So it is, by Moradin. Have you weighed him yet?" Doctor Finbar respectfully plucked the newborn dwarfling from his mother's arms and raced over to the giant set of brass scales by the wall. One of the scales was weighed down by a large polished stone, the other was empty save for a pillow upon which he placed the baby dwarf. The two scales balanced out briefly, then the baby rose slightly. Lord Gandric exclaimed "Look! He's lighter than the stone! He'll rise above the rocks of his home, there'll be no stopping him when it's his time. He'll leave the mines and the city and be a traveller, that's for sure." Lady Hrangisha spoke up finally. "Well, I won't have my boy trapsing about up there like some vagabond. It wouldn't do to have a Stoneborn wandering around aimlessly. Wouldn't look right to the other clans." "By Moradin's great grey knotted beard full of holy gravy and bits of divine grissle, she's right. The lad needs a trade, a profession. Tell me, doctor, were there any mysterious goings on around here at the time of his birth? You know, whaddayacallit, omens, sigils, that sort of thing?" Doctor Fanbir took a heavy scroll from a pocket in his apron and pushed his spectacles back on his nose as he consulted it. "Says here the boy's born under the sign of the Crook, that being a shephard's herding implement rather than some miscellaneous felon. That generally means he'll have religious leanings." "Really?" interrupted Lord Gandric, "I'd have thought it'd mean he'd be a shephard." "Well, no, sire. These things tend to be a little more oblique than that. You know, eldritch. Arcane, even." "Ahhh," said Gandric, knowingly, "arcane. Indeed. Rather. What's his birth stone then?" Fanbir looked further down the scroll, his stubby finger drawing across the heavy, yellowed parchment. "Erm, says here, seeing as he's born right on the cusp, he's favoured by two stones. Let me see… gold, very auspcious of course. Although he is a dwarf, and gold is pretty important to all of us, to own the truth. The other is lapis lazuli." "By Moradin's divine, hairy – " "Gandric, don't you dare use that kind of language in front of our boy!" "Sorry, Hrangisha. It's the excitement of the moment, you know. Gold and blue, the very colours of Moradin the Maker himself! We'll call him 'Moradin!'" "Isn't that a bit, whaddayacallit, blasphemious?" Finbar said uncertainly. "What, naming a dwarf after the patron god of dwarves? How is that blasphemious?" Hrangisha piped up. "What about a nice human name, like George, or Donald?" Lord Gandric rebuked her condescendingly: "Well, George and Donald are fine names for humans," he said the last with the expression one wears when cleaning up after the family dog, "but they lack that classic dwarfish grandeur, don't they? You never hear of 'Donald the Gut-Gargling Demon-Mauler', do you? Or 'The Wyvern Strangler, Alan.'" "Well, I agree with the doctor, I don't think it's right to go naming the boy Moradin. What if he turns out to be a real prick? That's definitely blasphemious." "Alright, alright," Lord Gandric relented, "What was your old great uncle's name, you know, the one who slew all those elfish chieftans?" "Oh, you mean great uncle Rangrim." Fanbir nodded sagely "Rangrim, yes, very portentous!" [color=orange]Next update: A tale from the youth of Elwanen, Eladrin Paladin of Pelor.[/color] [/QUOTE]
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