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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carlo-One" data-source="post: 7896682" data-attributes="member: 7015827">Brok-Tul's face showed his astonishment, as he came to a swift conclusion. "Then... our dreams... weren't sent by Moradin himself... they were sent by Aszhnakzeroth posing as Him?" His brows furrowed in anger as he shuddered. "We're either played for fools, drawing more dwarves into the lich's trap, or... Moradin truly sent a warning to finish the job. I don't know which is the truth." Brok-Tul hung his head in deep thought, eyes nearly closed.Rahnee chimed in. "We have seen some of what we believe to be his work in Amee Pass. We have spoken to a goblin chieftan who was moving his tribe out of the path of the ‘returning darkness.’ So, yes, to my mind, your words ring true."Rahnee then looked at Brok with some doubt in her green eyes. "Why would the fiend disguise himself as Moradin in our dreams? We have none of the stout folk in our company. Surely it would make more sense for some of our other dreams to be driven by him if such is the case. Unless this is a calculated risk on his part to draw the clan from its mountain?" Her gaze switched to the dwarf.Dwyvar's voice remained gruff. "I see no reason to doubt the dream visions that you spoke to us about. In part, because of this." The dwarf pulled a small iron box from beneath his armor. The box appeared functional rather than decorative. Unlocking it, Dwyvar removed a small, delicate-looking hammer attached to a tiny bell via a short, glittering chain."The metal is mithril, so do not be deceived by its delicate appearance." The dwarf's rough voice was moderated by a tone of reverence as he described it. "Our high priest, Iskar, had a dream the night following your visit to our clan gates. As he described it, he found himself in a cavern, much like the one you described. He was drawn to the sound of a ringing hammer and entered a chamber, where he saw a richly-attired dwarf working a forge. As he watched, the dwarf finished hammering and picked up a small object from the forge. With a satisfied look, the dwarf handed Iskar the object." Dwyvar regarded the tiny hammer and bell cradled in his hand. "As the cavern faded away, Iskar heard a voice ringing in his ears. 'Do not forget what my children have done. They have forged their souls into eternity.' He awoke with the hammer and bell clutched between his fingers."Dwyvar put the item back in the box and locked it. "At the dwarfmoot, Iskar told the clan that he believed Moradin had given him the gift for a reason, one which had something to do with Ashnakzeroth. Iskar's words swayed those who believed that the clan did not need to take any action. In the end, I was chosen to journey to Westgate and deliver the hammer and bell to those who would fight the return of the abomination."The dwarf regarded the group. "If you indeed intend to destroy Ashnakzeroth once and for all, I shall give Moradin's gift to you. We do not know how it should be used, but trust that it would serve you well in your quest."</blockquote>

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