The new life for Gotak

[Blackguy]

Gotak enters the Wild surge Inn, and begins to move himself to a table near the bar. He sits down and loosens the straps on his plate revealing a robe underneath. The innkeeper comes closer and ask if he wants the usually. Gotak looks up, and asks if the innkeeper has some stronger ale than the normal stuff he sells. As a matter of fact, I just got a large shipment of Dwarfs Head Ale in from Leilon, brewed by the innkeeper from the arms. Gotak thinks to himself that the beer that derrick makes always been a pure pleasure to drink and he accepts the innkeepers offer. The innkeeper returns with the beer and sets it on the table. Gotak takes a big swill from the flask, and lets it flow around in his mouth, before swallowing. His eyes fall down on the etiquette attached to the flask. He reads it aloud in his head:

 
This strong ale was once only served to dwarven nobility. Thus it's name. It would only placed at the Kings table or the Head table. This drink first found its way to the general population at the celebration honoring the dwarven champion, Gotak Gungur. Still today when you see a table of dwarves raise their steins you will hear this declaration... "Deathward is fer pansies!"

 
Gotak rips the etiquette of the flask, and tears into pieces and scatter the pieces all over the table. He thinks to himself: That etiquette have lost all what it used to stand for. I never was a hero in anyway, and I’m certainly not a hero anymore. Gotak begins to wonder if there was a meaning to why he was brought back from the beyond. Lately I have been killed in ways I didn’t know existed, but still the soul mother refuses to take my soul back. What more shall I go through before my time is done here on Layonara. What more is asked of me, before I can rest and make the tales of me come true. Gotak sighs and finishes his beer, and picks up his plate and hurries into his room, and slams the door behind. As he lie on the bed with his eyes on the ceiling, he sees his death before he came back, again and again. He closes his eyes and still the scene flickers over his eye lids. He falls asleep.

[Blackguy]

*Gotak sits down and reflects upon some thoughts, that hes been having lately. He picks up a pen, and clumsely starts to write on a crumbled piece of parchment*
  So it finnaly happent. My past caught up with me. 20 years in hiding and then someone tracked me down. I ran away for a reason, atleast I think I did. My duty was clear as light. I was to protect the captain and give my life for his safety, and in that I failed. Why his clan didnt punish me or killed me is beyond me. Maybee their trouble in the Clovenmountains and the orcs is of a more troubled nature than the acts of a dwarf long time ago. But atleast I can help them now, defending their ancestral home. Tis was not easy thou, they asked us to save them for a bitter conflict, more than 250 years old. And they asked me, the one person that failed them so many years ago. Is this some sort of redemption for me, maybee they do remember what I did wrong, and now trying to give a me a chance to right it. And a more concerning matter comes in my head when seeing these proud dwarven, defending the last bits of home there is left. Is they my clan where I grew up, where I learned to fight, talk and drink. Do I even have a connection to them. So many questions and so little time. Now that we found the hammer that the last king of Stomehammer, Lars used to strike fear into their hearts, im sure this conflict will see us a victor. I just pray for my friends to stay alive, and that I can die for the sake of all I did wrong for this clan. Death is in my heart and have always been there. Next time the battle will be fought, and I will seek daeth, before it have a chance to seek me.  
  *gotak lays the pen and parchment aside, and lays flat on his bed, with all the thoughts in his head*

[Blackguy]

*Gotak wakes up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat and trembling all over his body. He drinks a ale that he have next to his bed, and he wipes the foam off his mouth. He reaches out for the nightstand and picks up a quill and his journal, and begins to write:*
 
  Lately Ive grown to see my own strenght increase, more than ever. But Ive also seen myself being injured alot more than I used to do. Im starting to think that ive destined for pain, or atleast Im destined to become a dwarven meatsack. Im having these dreams with me stading in the midst of enemies delivering mortal blows right and left, but at the same time my defense are beginning to fade. Im being cut asunder, and theres nothing I can do. I die without being able to kill all the enemies. I wonder if theres a meaing to all this. Perhaps Im not strong enuff to withstand magic and hardhitting enemies. Maybee I need to work on my strenght and I will be able to kill them faster. Yes.. that it. The best defense is a strong offense. I will devote myself to being able to hit faster and harder than anyone in this world. It will not be easy, and I might need help. Maybee theres a war outthere that needs a good mercenary, or perhaps a dwarven meatshield.
  * Gotak lays down the pen, and begins to lift the bed with his arms, he piles up all he can find in the room onto the bed. He begins to count: 1.. 2...3...4.......*