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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Carlo-One" data-source="post: 7898241" data-attributes="member: 7015827">Perhaps Jokull had been thoughtfully considering the dwarf's words or perhaps he was selfishly focused on his own problems, but up until this moment, since the arrival of the Ironhelm emissary, he hadn't spoken more than a few words. The truth was, ever since he had decided to go to Marsember, everything else had become secondary to him. In any event, he might not be there with the others when the time actually came to face Ashnakzeroth. Making sure to leave not even a shadow of a doubt, Jokull turned away from the dwarf and addressed Rahnee, Brok-Tul, Aerikoth and Veran."This changes nothing. Although it might mean I will miss the fight, I am still going to Marsember." Jokull spoke firmly, before turning towards the dwarf, "I have little doubt nonetheless that Ashnakzeroth will be defeated. If I am here before the time of this confrontation, I will make sure of it. If my good friends have to face it before my return..." He shrugged. "They will take care of it."Rahnee was still not sure exactly what she thought of Jokull's impending return to his home, but she knew that she could not stand in his way. His strong sword arm was a great comfort in battle, but Helm's Shadows would have to do what was necessary if Jokull could not be there."There are many things that threaten the safety of this land, good sir. And it is not at all certain that we will prevail against this fiend. But we have been drawn into this battle, and one way or the other, we will see it through with the gods' blessings." She smiled bleakly. "I am not sure we have any other option." And the gold coin in her hand continued its journey around her knuckles, folded over and around agile fingers, over and over again.Brok-Tul rocked back in his chair at Jokull's comments. For some reason, his eyes showed complete surprise. But then, after Rahnee's statement, he folds his arms over his chest and bows his head somewhat."Ya know, Jokull, I used to hear Torm priests callin' from the Temple district, while waitin' on a particular alley or street, for whatever reason. They said something about this, I think. What was it? Duty before honor? Or... was it, honor before duty? What was it, Jokull?" Brok's eyes raised to look into Jokull's eyes, calmly. "What do they say? Duty or honor, comes first?"Duty? Honor? Jokull stared straight into Brok-Tul's eyes, hoping that would be enough to answer his friend's question. Which is more important, honor or duty? He considered Brok-Tul's words for all of two seconds, and then shrugged his shoulders slowly. "If it seems like I am leaving you unaided at a time you most need my sword," Jokull spoke firmly after watching Brok-Tul's reaction. "It's not what I wanted. But the decision is made."Aerikoth, still staring at the dwarven emissary, answered the question Dwyvar had posed in his neutral tone of voice. "Most, if not all, of those gathered here have every intention of seeing this creature destroyed. Perhaps myself more than the rest as it desires mine own demise for some agenda it has. Whether everyone present actually takes part in the creature's undoing remains to be seen, it would seem." The short wizard then paused a moment and without glancing at his debating comrades posed his own question to the visiting dwarf. "Does my answer of intention suffice?""Moradin's gift is yours, then, to use against the abomination." The dwarf's voice perhaps lost some of its previous gruffness. "Who among you therefore will take charge of it and protect it against the day you need its power?"</blockquote>

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