A Dwarven Legend

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh!!! Ye shall all pay and die horribly, ye will! May thunder of the gods end yer pathetic lives, miserable creatures! Vile beasts! Aeee! By Vaelwe’s hammer, I shall smite thee…" the dwarven rune lord cried out and swung his mighty arms through the air as he regained consciousness and found his body chained to the walls of the dark pit where he lay for days now. He felt his formidable strength slowly flowing out of his limbs, joining the myriad of souls that waited in Seeget, the place of death. The terrible darkness did not bother him much since his vision was viciously taken away from him some time ago by his sadistic captors. A fate at least as cruel as that awful act awaited him, he knew, in these caves burrowed deep inside the world. He had had the dream again: standing in front of the throne of Vaelwe he begged for his assistance in this unholy place but his god just sat adamantly in that ancient throne and looked into the distance. There was no hope left for him, yet the dwarf did not lose it and the blood that coursed his thick veins was still warm.

A sudden feeling of terror overcame his soul and he began shuddering on the inside. The horror within him grew and he realized who it was that made him feel this way. By an invisible force he was pushed to kneel down and he lowered his head unwillingly as he knelt before Duke Sevhegwir, the thane of Seeget himself. The dwarven reason had now left his mind and he could think only of emptiness and cold. The Master of Death began to speak without talking: "I have felt your woe and your fury. The heart of a dwarf is known to me. I have made a decision. I shall be generous with thee. You may have vengeance against the ones who wronged you. You may seek out their deaths by your own hands. I only ask for one thing. When the sun in the world above you starts to shine again tomorrow, your soul shall become mine and mine alone. What say you? - I shalt give all I can if I could only die a dwarf’s death, holding me weapon and glaring at me foe!" The Duke Sevhegwir disappeared and the dwarf found himself in darkness a gain. He sat down and waited. Nothing happened. And as he sat his frustration was building up. "The gods play with me…" he thought to himself and in a rage he stood up and pulled at his chains. They broke like a spider’s web. He now stood there bewildered. "So you see now…" he heard the voice of death in his head and instantly felt the power bestowed upon him. He was still blind but he could "feel" his surroundings uncannily and could move easily. He felt a weight appear in his hand. It pulled him towards the ground and it took his both hands with their immense power to hold the object up. It was a hammer two handed. With it he swung hard and broke the solid rock wall of his slave pit and stormed into the tunnel beside it.

All around he felt the creatures that had deserved his vengeance. In a holy arc he swept a multitude of the filthy monsters away into their dooms. Chaos was awoken. Absolute confusion broke out among the numbers of the enemy as they witnessed how their comrades perished. The entire swarm of the demons sounded an alarm and bedazzled, gazed around them in search of the source of mayhem. He stood silently for a breath or two hidden in a crack and then bellowed: "I have told ye, I shalt obliterate ye! Hark!" He could not see himself but he was a frightening image to behold even for the unholy ones.