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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 1555896" data-attributes="member: 15549">The sounds of hammers striking and the sweet melodies of dwarven chants began washing over Dunathar, and he knew that his time among his new companions must be over. Looking down, Dunathar could almost make out the stones of the Maker's walkway, and wondered if he would be found worthy to enter and live among his people.~The gold I sought to gain is not here...nothing that I have found is here...is this what my father meant when he spoke of facing the Maker as you entered the world?~Dunathar felt a jolt of pain rip through his entire being, and the sounds of the sacred hall began to fade leaving him alone once more.~No!!! Do not condemn me to be one of the faithless Moradin, as all I have sought I swear I sought it in your honor. Even when my father turned his back to me in shame, I never wavered in my loyalty to him, or to you. Do not cast me out.~Suddenly, Dunathar coughed, sending a geyser of red blood spraying across the phantom stones, and he began to feel a warmth washing through him, pulling him away from the entry way to Moradin's halls and back to a place he knew all to well.Opening his eyes slowly, Dunathar looked into the worried and scared eyes of Filbert. The halfling's hands were shaking slightly, and he had a dark bruise forming quickly on the side of his head.Looking down, Dunathar saw the Hextorite javelin still sticking out of his chest and knew that what he had to do was to come was going to hurt. Reaching down and grabbing it with both hands, Dunathar pulled quickly and fought the wave of pain and nausea that threatened to cripple him once more.Reaching down into his boot, Dunathar grabbed the slender vial that held a potion of healing and pulled the wax stopper out with his teeth. Spitting it out as he brought the potion to his lips, Dunathar felt the effects almost immediately and as his strength returned to him, so did his anger.Standing up and grabbing his morningstar, Dunathar looked down the hallway and saw the bodies of his companions on the ground. Pausing only for a moment to grab the javelin which nearly killed him, Dunathar ran towards the others, preparing to throw the javelin the second he could see the Hextorite bastards who were harming his friends.~You have returned my life to me Moradin, by giving me men of honor to travel with. I will not let you down again...~</blockquote>

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