Post by Tharon Clornik on Feb 25, 2007 9:49:31 GMT -5
Tharon had had a nightmare last night and woke up early. He decided then instead of going back to sleep he would head to the baracks and train privately for once. He hacked and slashed and stabbed at sometimes nothing sometimes straw dummies.
Only a hour or so before dawn, a small fast little dwarf came running through the halls to find him, finally spotting him in the barracks.
"Sir! Sir! Mr. Clornik! Sir! Sir!" he called sprinting down the field to him. He was so out of breath from trying to find Tharon that all he could do was hand him a piece of paper before collapsing on the ground.
Tharon didn't give it a second thought but later he never forgave himself for not reading the letter first. He reached down and picked up the boy and brought him to the nearest doctor. He explained to the doctor that he passed out trying to deliver a message to him.
It was then that Tharon reached into his pocket and read the note:
Dear Mr. Clornik
Signed the council
He walk briskly to the throne room and was let in by the guards. "What in the name of Helzvog was so important that you had a boy deliver that simple message that he passed out from exhaustion? And why am I being summoned by the council and not by our king to his quarters?"
The council let him fume for a while primarily because they were still in grief and too sad to argue with his inconsiderate tone. The elder from Quan answered him but slowly "Because...... he can no longer summon anyone to his quarters. And they are no longer his quarters...... they are yours." Tharon's eyes then fell on the crumpled figure in the throne. Orik was dead.
Tharon dropped down on his knees and cried and cried and cried. He wasn't even sure how long he cried but he no longer cared.
****************ONE WEEK LATER****************
Tharon was called in by the council for an emergency meeting for the elders. They all sat at their tables, Ingeitum's place was taken now by only a thin layer of dust.
"Tharon Clornik, this council has come to a small conclusion that you may be unfit to lead." stated one man a few chairs from his left.
"I assure you, all of you, I am ready" He replied turned first to face him and then to look each member in the eye. "This happened once before with Hrothgar and it took you months find an heir. An heir that Hrothgar trusted and loved, and now when you have already approved me for the job before you wish to take it away? Tell me, who did you already have to replace me? Who did you already approve of to take Orik's place." He waited a moment and just as expected everyone said that they thought they were best suited for the job.
"SILENCE!!" Tharon yelled. "He wanted me to relieve him and I shall relieve him and for your sakes you'd better hope you have someone to replace me by next Monday because our people cannot take three new leaders in two years and two three month long debates about who should rule. I will rule." He shouted making sure that each and every dwarf on the council felt his anger before storming out of the room to his new room.
"Orik.... I will never let your memory fade old friend." he muttered to himself.
Only a hour or so before dawn, a small fast little dwarf came running through the halls to find him, finally spotting him in the barracks.
"Sir! Sir! Mr. Clornik! Sir! Sir!" he called sprinting down the field to him. He was so out of breath from trying to find Tharon that all he could do was hand him a piece of paper before collapsing on the ground.
Tharon didn't give it a second thought but later he never forgave himself for not reading the letter first. He reached down and picked up the boy and brought him to the nearest doctor. He explained to the doctor that he passed out trying to deliver a message to him.
It was then that Tharon reached into his pocket and read the note:
Dear Mr. Clornik
Your presence is requested in the throne room at once. Do not delay.
Signed the council
He walk briskly to the throne room and was let in by the guards. "What in the name of Helzvog was so important that you had a boy deliver that simple message that he passed out from exhaustion? And why am I being summoned by the council and not by our king to his quarters?"
The council let him fume for a while primarily because they were still in grief and too sad to argue with his inconsiderate tone. The elder from Quan answered him but slowly "Because...... he can no longer summon anyone to his quarters. And they are no longer his quarters...... they are yours." Tharon's eyes then fell on the crumpled figure in the throne. Orik was dead.
Tharon dropped down on his knees and cried and cried and cried. He wasn't even sure how long he cried but he no longer cared.
****************ONE WEEK LATER****************
Tharon was called in by the council for an emergency meeting for the elders. They all sat at their tables, Ingeitum's place was taken now by only a thin layer of dust.
"Tharon Clornik, this council has come to a small conclusion that you may be unfit to lead." stated one man a few chairs from his left.
"I assure you, all of you, I am ready" He replied turned first to face him and then to look each member in the eye. "This happened once before with Hrothgar and it took you months find an heir. An heir that Hrothgar trusted and loved, and now when you have already approved me for the job before you wish to take it away? Tell me, who did you already have to replace me? Who did you already approve of to take Orik's place." He waited a moment and just as expected everyone said that they thought they were best suited for the job.
"SILENCE!!" Tharon yelled. "He wanted me to relieve him and I shall relieve him and for your sakes you'd better hope you have someone to replace me by next Monday because our people cannot take three new leaders in two years and two three month long debates about who should rule. I will rule." He shouted making sure that each and every dwarf on the council felt his anger before storming out of the room to his new room.
"Orik.... I will never let your memory fade old friend." he muttered to himself.
