The Last Flagon
A Dwarven Requiem
At the long stone table
where brothers sit aside
there is an empty spot
for one true and tried
On the mountain path
where brothers march to war
there is one out of step
who brothers march for
In the caverns deep
where brothers cut stone
there is a silent pick
for one whose work is done
In the forge's fires
where brothers make battle's arms
there is a cold ignot
for one who is beyond harm
At the long stone table
where flagons brim with beer
there is a last flagon
for one lost yet dear.
Farewell, Vondal, 4th Level Dwarven Fighter who met his end doing what a defender does.
A Dwarven Requiem
At the long stone table
where brothers sit aside
there is an empty spot
for one true and tried
On the mountain path
where brothers march to war
there is one out of step
who brothers march for
In the caverns deep
where brothers cut stone
there is a silent pick
for one whose work is done
In the forge's fires
where brothers make battle's arms
there is a cold ignot
for one who is beyond harm
At the long stone table
where flagons brim with beer
there is a last flagon
for one lost yet dear.
Farewell, Vondal, 4th Level Dwarven Fighter who met his end doing what a defender does.
