[center][h2]Banard Kegborne[/h2][/center]

It was a slog. A heavy and hard one. There had been fighting and it had harkened back to times of memory. Of standing shoulder to shoulder with other dwarves. Axe in hand, in the front line as hordes of deep-things and rival goblin and orcish miners had charged their mines. Their heavy star iron armor, half mining kit, half tank like armor again the dangers of the deep mines. It was almost like that as they fought their way to their positions.

As they stood there he had placed himself to watch a direction from which more enemies, those shades or the other things that looked real but felt all wrong. He waited, axe held in one hand, the steel and silver tankard he'd used as equal parts bludgeon and shield through the fights in the other. But now he stands. Waiting watching, "Come on then you buggers. [i]Dok[/i] here. Watch me. I swore a [i]Baraz[/i] to these people. And as my ancestors as my witness, will I carry it through!"

A shade came running from a pile of rubble near by. He caught the things swinging clawed hand on the flat of his tankard. Hearing a cry of pain from the thing and briefly Banard saw the visage of a young man, barely out of his teens, standing there hissing in pain. The shade resolving into it's old self briefly. But then the vision faded, and the beast tried to bite his face off. He brought the tankard down and slammed it across the beasts face, then followed that up with a rising smash of the blade head of his axe, "[i]Az[/i] and [i]Duraz[/i] and [i]Duum[/i]." He stepped back and looked around.

The Southholds weren't as pretty as this place. But he could see Dwarvish hands, fine [i]Dawi[/i] craftsmenship. He lowered his guard for a moment looking about, "The people of this place...the shining [i]Durak[/i] soul of it all...that's what we're fighting." He sighs, "Pray to the ancestors...all of you we've felled and hewn today. I'll carry a [i]Hunk[/i] after today." He gulps, "It's too easy, too simple. This feels wrong." It felt wrong, to fight these shades. Like he was taking something away, not like the mines. It was straight foward there. No this is something else.

And suddenly he turned, seeing first one then the other of their leaders fall. His eyes going wide, "No...what...how!" He looks around, "Archer! Arc..." He feels it, "Something's wrong..." He looked around and got to see Mavis, the girl with the staff. He blinks, something...a wave of something. A rumble and she's gone. He turns and spins, "What the hell was i doing leaving my [i]Valdahaz[/i]?" He turned for the fifth time when he caught sight of it. Some kind of shining blaze. He jumped back the first one missing him. "No..." He dodged it a second time bouncing off a bit of masonry. "No!" He dodged a third time. And bang he felt a wall behind him, "This..."

[i][u]He knelt beside a pillar with a long bearded deep miner. The old dwarf grinng, "You remember lad...there are many dillema's in life. But many of them can be solved with a pinch of black powder." A thum! And the wall on the other side of the pillar crumbled as a charge went off.[/u][/i]

[i][u]"Stand brothers! Stand! The Urk fools come! Stand! Stand!" He lifted his two handed axe-pick high and brought it down, a perfect helm-splitter strike, that laid the ork who charged their lines low. Other leapt and fell upon others in the line, a dwarf fell under the hammer of a tall green ork. His spot taken by a broad shoulder female dwarf who then disemboweled the ork who killed the first. "Stand now!"[/u][/i]

[i][u]He stood at the mount of the mine shaft. Looking out at the bright torch light halls of Karak Karoz. His mining team  walking past. He nodded to them each one stopping to slap his shoulder or shake his hand. Today the last day that Banard Kegborne spends in the team. His mentor walks up and slaps his one handed back up axe against his chest, "This, is yours to take with you young dwarf. You were a good hand. And fought proud. We're sad to see you go. But you have a brewery to get back too. I hope you'll bring some some day. I hope to taste Kegborne brew one day." The old dwarf cackled. And Banard burst out laughing. And walked out of the mine finally.[/u][/i]

White memories, ancient old memories. He watched as another reality ring thing raged towards him, "No...no not ye..." Then it hit him and the hearty dwarf vanished.


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 For any translations, I used the Warhammer Fantasy Khazalid language and a partial lexicon can be found here : [url]https://whfb.lexicanum.com/wiki/Khazalid_lexicon[/url]
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