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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 963388" data-attributes="member: 8530">So long ago…that had been a quite day indeed.  The young Dwarven boys were encouraged by their parents to participate in a Clan's game of Grand Toss-rock.   Drakhar and his best friend, Brondo Strongsplint, had been partnered for the event.  They were able to vanquish all of their opponents, and named the Clan's champions.  His older brother Harthker had thrice held that honor, and even won the New Rockhome championship, but this was Drakhar's first athletic victory.   The two boys had stepped forward, for the Clan Chief to award them with the Grand Toss-rock medals.   The Chief placed the medal around Drakhar's neck.   The medal itself was little more than a bronze plated rock attached to an iron chain, but on that particular day the boy was prouder to have it than any artifact on the planet.    Then the world came crashing down on them. Specifically, what came crashing down was the cliff side of Mount Karjjil, overlooking the Clan's village.  Tons of rock fell all about, as the dwarves of the clan all rushed for cover.   Most were able to reach the caves and avoid the immanent doom that approach, but for Drakhar and his friend there was no escape.  Boulders collided with the cobblestones of the walkways, and stone buildings collapsed under the weight of the stone ledges falling upon them.    Drakhar lost sight of Brondo as a cloud of dust rose up before him.   The pandemonium seemed to go on forever, and the just as abruptly, ceased.  An eerie silence followed as the dust began to settle.  Drakhar saw his friend lying on the ground a short distance away, and rushed to him.   A series of jagged rocks lie near Brondo, and one appeared to be covered in blood.  He leaned beside his friend, seeing that his dearest companion breathed no more.   He then heard what sounded like an army approaching.   Drakhar never told a soul about what he did next, as no Dwarf's pride would ever allow him to admit to a single moment of cowardice, but he chose to lay down beside his friend and feign death.   As a result, he was the only member of the Clan to actually see the one who brought destruction to the village.  A giant of a man in dark billowing robe and cloak, wearing a harlequin mask walked through the destruction.  The man was surrounded by dozens of demons, beast-men, and several minotaur.   He laughed, and then he and his entourage just causally walked away, never looking back.  Over a century had passed for Drakhar since that day.   The dwarf's face is now red with anger.  He places his hand upon his chest, feeling both his and Brondo's medals beneath his armor.  They always served as a reminder of the oath he had made that day, to avenge his friend's death, no matter what it took.   And here, before him now, was the one who he had sought for so long.</blockquote>

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