[SIZE=13]Gotak was the second born son of Gragar and Tilar Gungur. He always looked up to his older brother Grogil, who had a reputation as one of the best bodyguards in Mistone. Through misfortune an bad luck Grogil was dishonored and was forced to exile from Mistone. He left no message behind and left for an unknown destination for a honorable death. Gotak soon became aware of his brothers leave, and took up the heavy burden from his brother to carry on in his place. Gotak was always the biggest of the two brothers and therefore had some trouble adjusting into the the new surroundings in Hlint always being the mockery of elven jokes. [/SIZE]
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The last day of Gotak Gungur:[/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]Loud noises sweep through the air, sounds of metal hitting metal echo through the halls. Men yelling battle orders and others screaming in anger. The place is Arindors resting place, and the scenery is seen before. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]A dwarf in the front dogding blows and at a pace no mere elf could ever hope to acheive. His axe kills with every swing, and he carves a way through the menacing slaads, as they feel the searing steel of his flameing axe. His eyes are red, and his beard the same colour, a battlefever have taken over him, and he is unstoppable on the point of madness, as no enemy can best his mighty axe and his quick strikes. A small break occours, as the slaads retreat back into the depts to regain strenght. A slow slaad dosnt quite make it fast enuff through the shadowry tunnels and the dwarf manages to pick an wood axe from his belt and fling it at the back of its skull. It falls to the ground with a heavy thumb. The rest of the party have to combine their strenght to hold back the dwarf for following the slaaads. He sighs, and looks at the rest of the party all bloody and tired, and he finnaly settles abit down. He realice that not everyone can be a dwarf. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]He sits himself next to a fellow, but younger dwarf and offers him a drink from his canteen. The younger dwarf accepts it and drinks it, only to spit it out quickly after."Hmm I guess your not used to drinking the good stuff yet. It will come, and will grow some chesthair on you" the dwarf laughs as he takes a swig of and sinks the fluids. He looks to his side and see the clerics discuss heavily. He leans in to hear what they are discussing. The clerics are cursing and it seems that they was not prepared for this kinda opposition. The dwarf smiles and thinks to himself, what opposition, just some overgrown lizards, nothing hard here. Then he looks over to see the troubled face of the younger dwarf. The clerics keep raising their voices and they stand up and starts to yell about going back, and that going on would be suicide.The dwarf stands up and approches the clerics. "Whats the big problem here" The dwarf interrupts the clerics. The clerics confine to the dwarf that the sacred symbols to ward of unwanted death, the socalled deathward was not going to be enuff to shield the entire party, and that going on without, especcially this close to the resting place of Arindor, would be like killing yourself. The dwarf looked at his party, and then again to the young dwarf. He closes his eyes for a moment, and breathes steadily in and out. He pushes the cleric again and says that how many people does the deathward last for, and the clerics says that all except one, can be protected. But the cleric dont want to kill anyone and he dont want to commit anyone to choosing to go without. The dwarf tightens the grip of his axe, his knuckles white, and his eyes starts to become red again. "Deathward is fer pansies" the dwarf thunders as he charges down the narrow path. "Get everyone ready and come if your able to keep up" he yells back. The cleric didnt know what to do, but hastily prepared the party to move after the dwarf. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=13]The dwarf comes to a open place where dousins og slaads had hold up to prepare to defend. They didnt expect anyone to come so soon, and they were thrown of their guard. the dwarf jumps into the fray and starts to hack the slaads to pieces. As their deathwails echo down the halls, the dwarf can hear his party approaching, and he looks back for a sec to see if the young dwarf is with them. At the very same moment a slaad casts a foul magic of the unwanted kind upon the dwarf, and as quick as he normally is, the dwarf is caught flatfooted and off balance, and cannot avoid the swirling bright vortex that engulfs him. The dwarf feels his entire body fighting this magic and it torts in anger to resist it. But the magics are to strong, and the last thing the dwarf sees is his party jumping in to kill the last slaads. The vortex ends, and the dwarfs body falls to the ground. His eys blindly looking into the neverending rooms, with his axe in his hand. A voice begins to fade in and it says: Gotak? Gotak?[/SIZE]
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[SIZE=13][SIZE=13]Gotak? Gotak?[/SIZE][/SIZE]
[SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13]Gotak looks up from the table, and looks around. He is in a golden hall filled with beautyfull jewelry, large kegs with beer flowing freely from then. A endless tables with meats upon meat that streatches as far an eye can see. Im glad to see you here Gotak, a dwarf speaks in a high brumming voice. We've been following you for quite some time and were glad to have such a hero among the gods. Hero?, gotak puzziling asks. Yes a hero, your deeds does not go unnoticed here at the halls of Vorax. Now you can look forward to an endless time of feasting and telling stories and eating. All the best things from your world, and you can do it all the time, the dawrf says. And who are you?, gotak asks. I am our gods main greeter, the one that accepts all new people that vorship Vorax into our halls. Gotak looks around, he realises that he is dead, and finds himself puzzled that all there is to this place, the place that he always wanted to come, is nothing more than all what he ever did on earth. The greeter notices Gotak wearing face and asks if everything is not what he ever wanted. Gotak looks at him and says: Yes, its all I ever wanted, all I ever sought was a glorious death, a death against unwhelming odds, a fight I could never win. The greeter says: And didnt you get a fight against impossible odds, and didnt you die like a true hero would die, sacrifing his safety to ensure others. Gotak grins: you call that a fight? That was just a mere fluke of uneasy conditions, I would have beaten the slaads, im sure of it. But you didnt, the greeter says. You didnt survieve and you died, thus meaning that it is your time to come to halls of Vorax. Gotak snorts and says in a low voice, It was not overwhelming odds, howcome the party didnt die if I did then? Because you ran off without a deathward, the greeter sighs. Listen, everyone feels the same as you do when they first come, but after a while they learn to accept it, and in time they come to see this place as their new home. No, Gotaks says, starting to back away from the table, I will not let death be so cheesy, I will not accept that I died while fighting an inferior enemy, I will not seize to know that my work on Layonara is done. Know this and know it forever, Gotak yells and swings his mighty axe into the tables, splitting it in two, with food and beer splilling all over. A loud booming laughter fills the halls, and the entire hall breaks out in joyness laughter. Gotak looks up, and realizes that he is the cause of the laughter. You passed the test. The first in a long time Gotak: the greeter says. Test?!, Gotak mumbles. What bloody test? I just want back! The test is to see if your fit to return to your world. we always apply it newcommers when they are still in shock of the deatheffect, the loss of soul, and cannot make heads or tails of where they are, and as such accept their deaths and move on. But not you. I guess its from all your deaths that you dont have any ill side-effects, hmm we have to study ths at a later point. Gotak says: Later? Yes later, the greeter say, your needed on Layonara and theres not a second to spare, to much have passed since you came here. I came here only 15min ago, gotaks grins at the greeter. Hmm yes, but time works diffrent here, and many moons have passed since you, eehh, unvoulentarily left Layonara. But enough talking, walk with me. [/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]
[SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13]The greeter takes Gotak to a curtain inside the halls, and pulls it aside. A wast open space appears for Gotaks eyes and seems to go on forever. If you choose to go back, you only have to take one step forward and you'll be back in Layonara, but.....!! But what? Gotaks asks. There is some sideeffects to this procedure, and its actually not been used in ages, not sure it even works, the greeter says with a small grin. Gotak looks into the black beyond, nothing but darkness that goes on forever. He closes his eyes, and tells the greeter that he wont be back for while, and then he jumps. His body feels weightless and for a moment it feels as if hes not going anywhere, he just trapped in this inifinite void of nothingness. Then suddenly the tiniest of lights begin to appear way out in the distance, and a sound start to ring in his ears, and the sound becomes louder and louder, and the light becomes brigther and brigther, and soon it fills the entire void that Gotak is in, and the sounds explodes in his ears. [/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]
[SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13][SIZE=13]He starts to scream![/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE][/SIZE]
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