Nairaith:The Beginning:Part 2
His sleep that night had been atrocious. Haunting nightmares of the places he'd adventured and the friends he had seen come and go plagued his dreams. He awoke, and found the house was empty. After putting on his clothes he walked down the halls to the throne room, he knew this would be the big day.
The day where he would become King.
He stepped through the massive stone doors wearign full Royal Regalia. Dwarven in build and stature. Tough as a brick of Adamantine, and hard as Mythril described Nairaith perfectly. 4'4" in height and 295 pounds put him a little above the average dwarven male. Purple eyes that seemed to be clouded, making him look blind rested a little sunken into his stocky face. Brown hair pulled tightly into a braid rested atop and behind his head. The talking and cursing died down as he began walking to the throne. Women whispered to each other and all of the 'Axe' family stood proud. He reached the throne and turned his back upon the gathered crowd. Many Hammers spat and cursed, heckles of disrespect flooded the chamber, as Nairaith suited up in the red plate armor. The plate armor, magical in nature was forged from the same Adamantine that Finnae Hammerfall I wore on the first day that this Kingdom was founded. Crimson in hue it seemed like it hsould be very hefty, however, it was light as a feather. He picked up the Greataxe that sat next to the throne, and set it up above the throne where the Hammer used to sit. The Greataxe had been in his family for 37 generations, and now it was his to continue to pass along. Nairaith turned back around, the regalia swishing over the red plate armor.
"Stand down, Sons and Daughters of Steel-Forge!"
The entire chamber fell silent. Most were startled by the tone he had just unleashed upon them. The room itself almost seemed to freeze, until nobody moved a muscle. Nairaith traced his fingers down the length of his beard and cleared his throat.
"I know I am of 'less-noble' blood than Clan 'Hammer'." They all of course, nodded in agreement. Nairaith continued,
"But! I must say this. I did not expect to come back to my 'ome and be King. It was given to me."
Outburst! yells of "'ho?" and "'hy?" filled the chamber, bouncing of the unforgiving stone walls around them.
"QUIET!" Nairaith yelled out again, the room falling into silence. "Finnae 'ammerfall LXVIII sent me this note!" He opened the box and held up the note, the 'Hammerfall' crest glinted brilliantly in the hall. He then proceeded to read the note aloud for all to hear. Jaws dropped, and smirks crossed faces. Some laughed, some spat, some got up and began to leave, before they were stopped by other members of their families. Nairaith noted the looks of confusion on the Dwarves faces and shrugged. "As I said, 'e gave it to me." The council was stunned. Hammerfalls and Iron-Axes alike. Even the Dragon-Stones were impressed.
After a few minutes the deathbed request of Finnae Hammerfall LXVIII was honored and Nairaith became King of Steel-Forge. The 'Axe' banner was raised high, as well as the other banners, Nairaith was not about to keep the rivalry going. 'Hammer' and 'Axe' alike were side by side, as far as the eye could see.
"Now, what to do about this War, The elves, must be stopped, and punished for what they have done to our sacred land!" At this, everyone agreed, and for the first time in 4,000 years, the Dwarves began to plan an offensive against the Elves. A plan that, led by Nairaith, would succeed in time, but alas, thats another story altogether.
...I'm going to continue with this story of Nairaith by backing time up. Exactly 27 years to the day Nairaith left Steel-Forge. Thats where the fledgling Nairaith began his journey into the world...
The day where he would become King.
He stepped through the massive stone doors wearign full Royal Regalia. Dwarven in build and stature. Tough as a brick of Adamantine, and hard as Mythril described Nairaith perfectly. 4'4" in height and 295 pounds put him a little above the average dwarven male. Purple eyes that seemed to be clouded, making him look blind rested a little sunken into his stocky face. Brown hair pulled tightly into a braid rested atop and behind his head. The talking and cursing died down as he began walking to the throne. Women whispered to each other and all of the 'Axe' family stood proud. He reached the throne and turned his back upon the gathered crowd. Many Hammers spat and cursed, heckles of disrespect flooded the chamber, as Nairaith suited up in the red plate armor. The plate armor, magical in nature was forged from the same Adamantine that Finnae Hammerfall I wore on the first day that this Kingdom was founded. Crimson in hue it seemed like it hsould be very hefty, however, it was light as a feather. He picked up the Greataxe that sat next to the throne, and set it up above the throne where the Hammer used to sit. The Greataxe had been in his family for 37 generations, and now it was his to continue to pass along. Nairaith turned back around, the regalia swishing over the red plate armor.
"Stand down, Sons and Daughters of Steel-Forge!"
The entire chamber fell silent. Most were startled by the tone he had just unleashed upon them. The room itself almost seemed to freeze, until nobody moved a muscle. Nairaith traced his fingers down the length of his beard and cleared his throat.
"I know I am of 'less-noble' blood than Clan 'Hammer'." They all of course, nodded in agreement. Nairaith continued,
"But! I must say this. I did not expect to come back to my 'ome and be King. It was given to me."
Outburst! yells of "'ho?" and "'hy?" filled the chamber, bouncing of the unforgiving stone walls around them.
"QUIET!" Nairaith yelled out again, the room falling into silence. "Finnae 'ammerfall LXVIII sent me this note!" He opened the box and held up the note, the 'Hammerfall' crest glinted brilliantly in the hall. He then proceeded to read the note aloud for all to hear. Jaws dropped, and smirks crossed faces. Some laughed, some spat, some got up and began to leave, before they were stopped by other members of their families. Nairaith noted the looks of confusion on the Dwarves faces and shrugged. "As I said, 'e gave it to me." The council was stunned. Hammerfalls and Iron-Axes alike. Even the Dragon-Stones were impressed.
After a few minutes the deathbed request of Finnae Hammerfall LXVIII was honored and Nairaith became King of Steel-Forge. The 'Axe' banner was raised high, as well as the other banners, Nairaith was not about to keep the rivalry going. 'Hammer' and 'Axe' alike were side by side, as far as the eye could see.
"Now, what to do about this War, The elves, must be stopped, and punished for what they have done to our sacred land!" At this, everyone agreed, and for the first time in 4,000 years, the Dwarves began to plan an offensive against the Elves. A plan that, led by Nairaith, would succeed in time, but alas, thats another story altogether.
...I'm going to continue with this story of Nairaith by backing time up. Exactly 27 years to the day Nairaith left Steel-Forge. Thats where the fledgling Nairaith began his journey into the world...