Jalking
22-08-2007, 20:07
"Oy Remus lad... you are growing to be a strong stout lad like your ancestors" Giles, Remus father lay an arm around his son. "About time you get to hear why you was born here in Tharbad and not in the halls of glorious Erebor".
"This is a great shame of our family Remus, you see a long, long time ago your ancestor Gondo, the founder of our family got himself a jevel encrested axe... got it from Durin himself as the story goes... Heartgrim it was called and a beauty it was, a heavy waraxe made by the best smiths, tempered by a flame hotter than the belly of a great dragon. This is why we got an axe as a mark on our shield lad.
This axe was passed from father to son for as long as the longbearded have existed until your great grandfather lost it *sigh* a tribe of goblins came upon him, cowardly and in numbers they did slay him and left him for dead son.. they stole the axe from his dying hands and ran with it. With the last breath in him he swore that never should his family return to the dwarven halls unless carrying the symbol of our family honour... Heartgrim.
me father, and I, have searched the realm for the axe, but never prevailed. Now - my son, I turn over the search to you... restore our familys honour and bring the axe with you to the halls of erebor, taste the sweet ale of the master brewers, dig the mines there and raise your son there if your able..."
"Aye father" Remus swallowed nearvously.. "I swear to continue the search for Heartgrim and will prevail or die trying..."
"This is a great shame of our family Remus, you see a long, long time ago your ancestor Gondo, the founder of our family got himself a jevel encrested axe... got it from Durin himself as the story goes... Heartgrim it was called and a beauty it was, a heavy waraxe made by the best smiths, tempered by a flame hotter than the belly of a great dragon. This is why we got an axe as a mark on our shield lad.
This axe was passed from father to son for as long as the longbearded have existed until your great grandfather lost it *sigh* a tribe of goblins came upon him, cowardly and in numbers they did slay him and left him for dead son.. they stole the axe from his dying hands and ran with it. With the last breath in him he swore that never should his family return to the dwarven halls unless carrying the symbol of our family honour... Heartgrim.
me father, and I, have searched the realm for the axe, but never prevailed. Now - my son, I turn over the search to you... restore our familys honour and bring the axe with you to the halls of erebor, taste the sweet ale of the master brewers, dig the mines there and raise your son there if your able..."
"Aye father" Remus swallowed nearvously.. "I swear to continue the search for Heartgrim and will prevail or die trying..."