A long lost Heritage

Jerio Caine · Post by **Jerio Caine** » Thu Sep 01, 2005 4:03 pm

…I stood in front of the giant statue which I had helped creating a few months back. The majesty of the mighty Dwarf, the sturdiness of the rock and the glory that shone from his sword, all made me realize that my destiny already was made up for me. Though I felt my destiny growing more pleasant in my heart every time I looked upon the statue, and often I looked. I tried to pay it a visit two times a day to pay my respects, on my way to and from studies at the temple, which was about what time I could spare. I studied the ways of Girru, the statue had made me choose that path as the statue, I learned, resembled a warrior of Girru. One that had travelled far to see distant lands, as he had been exiled from the very fortress I stood inside now. I pondered the irony of it all; the warrior had been exiled from these halls just to have a statue raised here in his honour. I never caught the name of the warrior, nor where he was found and buried. I did not even get to know why that was held from me. Not until much later.

Boon · Post by **Boon** » Fri Sep 02, 2005 2:52 am

Welcome back, Davo.

lankycheese · Post by **lankycheese** » Fri Sep 02, 2005 7:53 am

Haha Davo! Nice story. ^^

Jerio Caine · Post by **Jerio Caine** » Fri Sep 02, 2005 11:02 am

…I studied the ways of Girru, my teachers taught me his ways. I was schooled in the ways of Honour, Glory, Peace, Understanding, Love and Commitment. I was very fond of the classes as I always was bullied by my classmates for my small stature, there I could get some peace of mind. I studied too hard, I never followed Dwarven customs, I rarely drank and even to this day I have not been drunk. That is usually what is expected from a Dwarf, so consider it my weak point. During studies I was often seen upon as a traitor, as an abomination as I did not follow these customs, but I had a trick up my sleeve and that was that in my studies I had to learn how to use the Axe, I was very fond of that class and my hard studying paid of every time someone tried to bully me, I was always the strongest.

As the months flew past and I grew even stronger, the bullying stopped. Though, even that brought a downside to it. I was shunned, no one but my teachers spoke to me. I was left in a social exile. I did not notice it as my life revolved around Girru I often heard the word zealous as I wandered the halls. I first started noticing it when my teacher brought it to my attention. I was given an offer; I was to give up my training with the Axe or leave the halls to study at another temple. I was startled to say the least but I had to decide. My decision was not easy to make but as I look back at it, it was pretty obvious that I were to make the choice I made. And off I went to gather my belongings…

Jerio Caine · Post by **Jerio Caine** » Sat Sep 03, 2005 9:39 am

I had strapped my pack on and I was ready to leave as I heard my name being shouted behind me. The mighty voice of the Dwarven warlord echoed through the stony walls of the wide corridor. I turned to face my master and caught his gaze as he caught mine, he stopped in front of me breathing heavily as he had run all the way, I asked him why and he simply stated that the message he was sent to leave with me was of great importance and that I should listen carefully. He spoke long and well but all I can remember today was the last sentence he left with me; you’ve been living a lie, seek the legacy that we had to keep from you, find your father. The warlord kneeled and mumbled something incomprehensible in some language I had no idea he spoke. After the chanting he rose, patted me on the back and gave me his regards. I left pondering the words he had said…

Jerio Caine · Post by **Jerio Caine** » Sun Sep 04, 2005 7:14 am

I still heard his words ringing in my ears as I wandered the slopes and hills surrounding Safehold. I was headed for a temple north of Durase, they told me it was secluded to the untrained eye but for the perceptive one it would be one of the finest achievements elven architects ever managed to create. As I followed the river my mind ran away and in circles, I couldn’t stop thinking about what he had told me… What legacy was he talking about? My father? I had no biological family, I had my clan and that was just about what I needed except Girru. I was sure that if I ever found my father I would find my legacy and vice versa. With that thought now residing in my mind I could carry on with out any further trouble.

I found the three-way junction that the rivers made just outside Durase and it was just as they stated, marvellous. After camping there for a few hours I headed north for the temple. It was not that normal to see a temple dedicated to Girru in the deep wilderness but I guess it had a few advantages. I sat myself down by the trunk of a tree close to the river flowing from the north. I was surprised by the beauty of the forest that grew here in the mountiany landscape that surrounded Durase. I had never before thought about the power of nature, that a dandelion could grow on what seems to be solid rock, or that water always finds the way to the sea. Not until now, I was surrounded by low shrubbery in bloom, flowers giving food to insects, trees that towered over all living, giving shelter to the life dependent on the nature. It was astounding. I sat there for a good hour or two, and then I was interrupted by a noise. In my studies I had been tutored in what Dwarves calls stonecunning, my senses grew keen when I found myself in a rocky landscape. I heard another noise, a branch giving in underneath the feet of someone or something. Then, another crack and a low growl. I carefully unhooked my axe from its loop in my belt and went into a defensive stance. I saw something behind a tree, a patch of fur, it was worn as a piece of cloth and I could narrow my suspicions down to a humanoid attacker. Behind another tree I heard another low growl. I shouted at the attacker to reveal itself but it did not seem to have any effect as nothing seemed to move. I had my eyes fixated on the tree from where I had heard the growl, I held my axe high and I kept shouting that I wanted the attacker to show itself. I stood there for a while, my senses at their peaks. My waiting paid off, from behind a tree a man revealed himself, he walked towards me without raised weapons. He spoke a language I could not understand and apparently he was not Dwarven. He was tall and dark, his masculine face was framed by a short beard and long, curly hair. I did not know if I were to lay down my weapons until he showed me his amulet, it was a sun disc.