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Torggrim Argaald

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Marcus

Groups

People who are often involved in Origin, generally living there, doing business there, or such.

Description

Basics - 15 levels of Bard/ 5 levels of Rogue.

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First name: Torggrim
Middle name: Har
Last name: Argaald
House Name: Klordium

Gender: Male.

Species: Dwarf.
Race: Hill Dwarf.
Nationality:

Date of birth: 12 of Ironhall
Age: 198

Birthplace: Krignier
Current residence: Wing City

Appearance -

Height: 4 ½ feet tall.
Weight: 248 lbs.
Build:
Handedness: Right handed.

Skin color: Slightly Tan.
Blemishes/Birthmarks: There are no Blemishes but the only birthmark that can be listed would be one that sits
Scars: upon his right hand. It appears to be in the shape of a circle but nothing sits on the inside or outside of its ring.
Bodily flaws/disfigurements: None.
Tattoos: The only tattoo that Torggrim has is located upon his left forearm, which is normally covered by a shirt sleeve or something else. The tattoo is of a symbol used by several nomadic tribes to show friendship and trust.
Piercings: None.

Hair color: Blonde
Length: kept long for the most part but has been known to keep it short.
Wear: None.

Eye color: Green.
Changes: None.
Disabilities: nearsighted.
Wear: On days that he feels that he needs his glasses he can be seen wearing a thick black pair while going over transactions.

Usual attire: When at home he can be seen wearing simple outfits of greens and browns, nothing to fancy.
Secondary attire: When out he wears more noble looking outfits as to compliment his status.
Occasional attire: When adventuring he can be seen wearing clothing like the image shows him. He does have a set of armor he can wear but he prefers to keep himself light on his feet.

Armor: More of an occasional thing when he is back at home and has to keep up appearances. Torggrim can be seen wearing a full seat of armor made from the rock that he had walked on sense the first couple of days of birth.
Gear/Equipment: Whatever he carries on him when he is out is that of what any adventurer would take with them. Rope, scales, chalk, and food you name it he has it on him.

Weapon preference: Though Torggrim would rather try to talk his way out of anything he has come to favor several types of blades.

Main weaponry: A single sword expertly crafted by dwarven smiths.
Secondary weaponry: None but when adventuring Torggrim carries with him a repeating crossbow.

Jewelry: Sitting upon his right hand is two rings, each band made of gold, one with three diamonds and another with a rather large emerald. His other hand contains a single ruby ring that almost seems to glow when in direct light of a fire. Sitting around his neck is another story as it is a sapphire sitting on a silver chain, this one piece of jewelry has its own history.
Accessories: three books normally sit upon his side. One listing all the divine prayers he has heard while another keeps all of the arcane spells he has practiced throughout the days he has been alive and yet the other almost seems to appear as a ledger of sorts.

Health –

Diet: Consists of anything another dwarf would eat and drink.
Exercise: Traveling from one point to another that is not accessible by trains or planes but requires a lot of hiking.

Physical disabilities: None.
Mental disabilities: None.

Habits: Smoking.
Bad habits: Smoking.

Personality Description –Torggrim is a little old fashioned for arriving to the city to due business with all of the other merchants. He can be as sly as he is kind and is always willing to see what his angle could get him within life

Personality traits: Quick, deceitful, business savvy, clever, intelligent, and charming. Those words describe every aspect of Torggrim to a ‘T’ and anything other than that is not him.

Patience level: very high considering that he has had to deal with a lot within his lifetime.

Self-esteem: He always looks well on himself but is very reasonable.

So begins...

Torggrim Argaald's Story

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Torggrim Argaald Character Portrait: Sybbil Vallade Character Portrait: Dion Costas Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Tarrik Vallade Character Portrait: Feyren Ithlonde Character Portrait: Feyleth Ithlonde
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"Torggrim!" Jorn barked to the dwarves in his company before entering to meet with the elvish lords who he wished could have been entirely avoided. "Take a small company of my men and accompany the elves to that event. Don't return empty handed."

"Will do. I'll make sure to bring something back..." Torggrim quickly offered his response only to wave over a few armed dwarves and began to march towards the direction of the fallen vessel. Jorn simply looked at the other elves present before turning away from them and enter into the meeting room.

Torggrim had traversed similar terrain before back during the war but he would not loose sight of the elves they would accompany. Jorn's man knew what must be done if things seemed to go south and had his Great Houses trust.

As for Jorn, Malad, and the few dwarves who carried a couple of chests it was nothing but short work that they presented their goods. An old heirloom stolen from the elves long ago was a simple looking hour glass that was housed in a silver cage of sorts. The sands within the hour glass were replaced with sparkling ground gemstones that seemed to reflect the light around it. There was also a silver dirk whose ebony hilt and grip bared gilded crafted leaves that decorated the blade. Along with a few other goodies and several chests of mithril and platinum coins pressed in the dwarven likeness of their currency.

"A pleasure I'm sure. Our gifts are of items once thought lost from war only to be returned and with a bit of incentive. As for what I've found it would only be pressing to say that the object of your concerns is a mystery to even our old scholars who've searched their grand archives. I have even pressed several powerful wizards and sorcerers, both natural blooded and otherwise, and still have not heard from them." Jorn took his place behind those chests of treasure and lost history only to grimace. "You know full well that coming to ask for help in understanding such a thing was not my first choice. But sadly this strange cube is somewhat beyond me."

Jorn muttered his words only to know fully that not all he said was true. "A force not of this realm lay within the box and its material seems to hold many possibilities. I would imagine that such a thing is very powerful.....but I also fear that from this discovery something else has captured the hearts and lives of the people who call this realm home."

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Torggrim Argaald Character Portrait: Sybbil Vallade Character Portrait: Dion Costas Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Tarrik Vallade Character Portrait: Mylor Clearwater Character Portrait: Feyren Ithlonde Character Portrait: Feyleth Ithlonde
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Elwendil Throne Room
Tarrik sat upright upon his throne and down his nose at the dwarf. His crystalline nail-tipped fingers dug into the bark of his high seat. Foolish creatures always pushing for more expansion and discovery within the Mother's bosom. It appeared they had dug too far and unearthed something dangerous.

The Elven King must needs take it from those irresponsible creatures and keep it contained. Power could not be trusted with the other races of Gaia.

"I have felt this... otherworldly presence... your people have unearthed..." Feyleth said, raising from her chair seated close to the King's. The woman's silver robes pooled at her naked feet as she stood. Feyleth's jewel-like eyes bored into Jorn's face, searching. Across the earthen floor the faerie-elf glided to the dwarf. Not a single sound did her footfalls make as she approached.

When Feyleth reached Jorn Havelshield, she knelt down upon her knees as no elven creature had done before a dwarf in the history of Siv'en. Those deep pools of amaranth stared unblinking into Jorn's, attempting to capture his gaze with her own. But, it was not his eyes that the faerie-elf searched. It was beyond those organic orbs and into what he had seen, what his people had seen, and further...

"I see..." Feyleth's corporeal form disappeared from the court.




Deep beneath the Exalted Mountains in the Kingdom of Mahark did Feyleth appear. Before her eyes laid a box. The powerful woman circled around the construct and finally approached.

A single, silken, and long finger touched the pointed edge.

Instantly her mind became awash with the unseen fingers of another mind, a mind expansive and powerful- a mind that encompassed an entirety of its own dimension.

Who are you?

"A being that belongs to this world while you do not", Feyleth answered the voice. Her palm graced the smooth sides of the cube structure.

I belong to all things, just as all things belong to me. The grasping tendrils of thought latched onto Feyleth's mind. It was a feeling like cold water filling one's skull, and with it, it seeped into her very thoughts.

A shiver ran down Feyleth's spine. Her other delicate hand latched onto the box, needing to feel the object beneath her flesh. A vast wealth of knowledge was nestled in the elven woman's mind; mysteries that had long been forgotten, arcane arts that no longer were practiced, views into the worlds that were attached to Gaia, places that were and no longer were.

And tucked away in the deepest recesses of Feyleth's mind, a malevolence patiently waiting to be unleashed.


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The Landing Site

The silence around the Aschen man broke as a bow string drew. An arrow pointed at the nape of his neck while stern eyes regarded the man. The woman was dressed in leather armor from heel to foot, a mask was drawn up over her jaw, and thick braid of red hair thrown over her shoulder. Mylor appeared human but for one detail; a slightly pointed ear peeking between wisps of hair.

"Lost?" Mylor asked the man. There was a touch of dark humor in the tone of the female's voice. A crooked smile quirked the edge of her mouth upward.

A Terran, she thought to herself, or one of the other bastard human races that infected the once beautiful planet.

"So far from home..." Mylor loosened the bow string and let her aim fall to the earthy ground. The bow was a curious weapon to have on a planet with such low technology and advancements. It was a compound bow made from carbon fiber. Hardly a weapon that was fashioned on Gaia.

Her eyes slide past the man before her and into the woods.

"They're coming for you. Stay here and become their prisoner or ..." A wicked smile spread across the woman's face.

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Character Portrait: Jorn Gareif Character Portrait: Torggrim Argaald Character Portrait: Sybbil Vallade Character Portrait: Dion Costas Character Portrait: Malad Aethmak Character Portrait: Tarrik Vallade Character Portrait: Mylor Clearwater Character Portrait: Feyren Ithlonde Character Portrait: Feyleth Ithlonde
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Dion made his way quietly through the woods, he didn't want to stray too far from the crash site for fear that he would get lost, but his concentration was broken by the sound of a drawing bow, his hand immediately went to the disruptor pistol at his hip, but then he slowly raised both his hands upon realizing that his weapon likely was overcome by whatever seemed to cause his other devices to malfunction, and whoever had drawn down upon him already held the advantage.

Unlike Mylor's leather, Dion was still in his flight suit, the black vinyl like material encased him from his neck to his boots, which were the standard EVA grade all purpose boots, sealed to the suit, as were his gloves.

Worn over his flight suit was a harness, which held an oxygen tank, power source, and the rucksack which was thrown over his shoulder. His uniform also bore the patches and insignia of the Aschen Empire, specifically it's 45th Custos Pantharae prowler squadron. Which bore an image of a black panther lurking over a planet, with an Aschen prowler circling the panther.

His rank insignia, that of captain was denoted by small collar pips, where the helmet sealed to the flight suit, of course all of this was only likely recognizable by those intimately familiar with the Aschen Empire.

Slowly he turned, his hands still raised as to not appear a threat, until his eyes fell upon the woman before her.

"I made a wrong turn at the Pleiades cluster." He said, still keeping his hands raised, but began to lower them as she loosened the tension on the bow.

"They're coming for me? I don't plan on exactly becoming anyone's prisoner." He called out. "You got something better?"

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Malad was deep in considering conduction rates of theoretical construct networks and barely noted the hybrid feyelf's assessment of what they already knew. However when she came close a free hand quietly dismissed his view of the journal spire. Were the elves not going to say anything of note? It suited them he supposed. Then the lady fey-elf vanished. His pose straightened as he thought of where she'd gone.

Malad leaned forward to whisper in his Lord's ear, "If this Feyleth has gone in freely to where I think then it may be prudent to investigate gating such paths outward from the box."

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#, as written by Marcus
Torggrim continued to push forward with the dwarven guard right behind him. When he would dip and duck under low hanging branches the rest of his company would attempt to keep their fearless ranger in sight. The Dwarf had a knack for adventuring in strange lands, even though this place was not all that unfamiliar. Wars fought in a distant past left fresh memories and wounds alike.

"Keep up lads. Jorn tasked me to guide your sorry lot here and back." Torggrim bellowed back to the rest of his small platoon.

Many of the dwarves seemed to groan and a few had their jollies satisfied as another took a branch to the face. It was a miracle that Torggrim was even able to keep them in check as he continued to push through the underbrush.

Meanwhile back at the place of meeting Jorn simply frowned as the amalgamation of elf and fea suddenly vanished before the dwarven lords eyes. He simply offered a moody sigh as Malad made the obvious seem ever more so than it already was. Jorn wanted to do just that but his fellow Councilors refused to agree on all terms with him.

"You and I once again agree." Jorn muttered his words silently towards his companion only to shake his head and glance up at the elf upon the throne. "I wouldn't have needed to come here at all if I'd just had my way. A shame really to have to share things when you know best....."

The setting changes from Whispering Woods to Exalted Mountains

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The patrol of dwarves that Riak called down upon acted quickly for a heavily armed patrol. The front and read guard carried sturdy walking axes whilst the group that sat within the center were somewhat different than their heavily armored companions. Several within the middle of the patrol raised strange looking muskets engraved with golden or silver inlay and crafted to look like the gapping maw of some great beast whilst an older dwarf simply raised his cane up towards the traveler above and barked out his orders in his native tongue.

"Hold yourselves!" Jorn shouted in dwarven as he looked at his engineer only to shake his head. "Shaky lot we have here Aethmak." The noble amongst the group simply then brought his attention towards Riak who was shouting on about some beast. Obviously the newcomer was brave but from where did he come from?

"No beasts roam my lands!" Jorn shouted up towards the man. "I am Lord Jorn Gareif, master of the great Clan Havelshield!"

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  1. please keep in mind canonically the highest level of mechanical power able to fuction on gaia is base uses of gunpowder

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Prototypes only went so far in theoretical testing. Malad needed practical environments to see how weathering and field treated his new tools even if they were robust inside the lab. This prototype's mechanics of actuating ammo while balancing the spinning movement of the multiple barrels proved to break down constantly. So he took the weapon prototype a different direction and replaced bits with aetheric items carefully crafted to dance together. The mages were actually on-board with the nature of the creation for once while making his parts. Bleeding dogmatic artisans.

Sorties like this were perfect for testing such things. In this case there were a three packing equal bits of a crew served weapon so the weight wasn't onerous. Three packed the prototype: One with the gun core; one with the small spring-stabilized stand, spare aetheric capacitors for when they screwed up the chant, and ammo; the last packed the fairly heavy spellwrought barrel. Heated up too much firing that fast and he had to redesign it out of ceramic with the mages' help. Three also fired it: one to sight, one on bent knee reciting the chant he'd taught them that made the collection of small spells inside the core to operate in the right pattern, and the last to pull the trigger unleashing hell. Seven musket firing rate for three musket men and no reloading for a few normal musket volleys or so worth with the boxed magazines. Weight class allowed them to put on a powerful scope if they cared. Expensive to build overall but he reckoned it had a strategic use in battle all its own class. Where to put such weapons to best effect was for his Lord to puzzle out. The cores still burnt out every few months after bouts of sustained fire but he had a feeling the thrice-damned aetheric parts didn't like his line-straddling around their mechanical meddling.

His endless thoughts on his own work mostly lead to his own terse response on the dwarves to his Lord, "Had them bring the big gun. You'd think they'd be less worried."

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Silently Riak watched the dwarves below form up into the defencive positions a number of them pointing rifles up at him, if he so wished he could fire his own flintlock pistol on them, though what use would that be?.

Riak nodded listening to the lord of this party below him and called back down to them “then let us talk peacefully, I am Thane Riak Steelheart, of the Realm forgers, the last warrior of our clan!” stepping away from the ledge, Riak would begin making his way down the mountain, and disappeared down one path and after a few minutes or so, he’d be just further up the path from the dwarves, no more than five hundred yards from them.

His chainmail and plate armour made of thick dull plates of an ancient ore from the deepest realms of Gaia, the standard muskets of the dwarves would have trouble piercing the plate armour and chain but the larger weapon in the dwarven party’s arsenal could potentially do the job.

The giant-esc being would come to a stop two hundred and fifty yards ahead of the dwarves and draw his greatsword, the weapon only just shorter than Riak, with Riak being 14ft tall and the blade twelve in full, and the blade a full foot in width, he’d stabbed the tip of the blade deep into the path and bury five foot of the blade, before finishing his approach, now unarmed and meaning his peaceful intentions. He would stop 30ft in front of the party.

“Your equipment is of remarkable quality” he watched the dwarves, he could tell they were on edge “your troops seem jumpy, Lord Gareif, Is it because of me?” Riak raised a hand and fixed his broach shifting in his armour, and moving the cloak a little so it didn’t cover up half his face.

Standing into a casual relaxed stance Riak mostly kept looking around, noting the geographical changes to the mountains and then beyond to the lands below, the world had truly changed more floating mountains higher up above his home peak among other changes.

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Thane Riak Steelheart, the Realm Forgers, whoever this man was Jorn simply grumbled as he looked over to his men and the tinkerer who accompanied him in order to field test the new rifles. It was only when the rather massive man made himself fully apparent before the group of Dwarves to Jorn cough a little as he looked upon the half giant before him.

It was only when the half giant offered his praise over the quality of his craftsmen's work did Jorn level his gaze at the giant of a man. "You appear to have giants blood within your veins. I cannot blame my men here for not thinking you to be some emissary of those who wish me destroyed. However...." Jorn stepped forward and waved Malad to follow behind him whilst he approached [bThane Riak[/b].

"From where does your clan call home Thane Riak? My people have lived in these mountains sense the first stirring of the very ground we stand upon and yet I've never seen someone or anyone as tall as you or even your clan you claim to represent."

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Malad stumped off to follow behind Jorn absently making notes in his journal artifact about the trip and equipment performance thus far. His eye followed the armor work by Riak while wielding the small elongated diamond shaped object with a coil of arcane-marked thick metal about it. There was always notes to be made and strategic information to be recorded.

Malad ever terse introduced himself simply to Riak, "Malad Aethmak, if it please you."

The hand on his spire at one side his fingers touched runes on the coils of wire swiftly recording information. The grain and scratch patterns on the armor were useful information as even if one polished the alloy's skin still shone through.

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Riak nodded in understanding of Lord Gareif’s caution, and turned pointing to the mountain from which he had no more than thirty minutes prior exited. “you would not have heard or even known of us Realm forgers as the last time we left the Forge was just over thirteen thousand years ago, I remember watching my father sealing the gate to protect the tribe” he looks back to the two who had stepped forward “It is a pleasure Malad” his tone reflected this to be true in same way, Riak produced his flintlock, the size of a small cannon, the design and construction not unlike older dwarven designs, possibly. He was just looking it over, rolling it between his hands, scrutinising it, looking for imperfections.

“I am the only living Realm builder to bear arms, my people are a peaceful lot, their duty the creation of worlds and stars” he holstered the unloaded pistol. “or so it was before the collapse of my people” he sighed heavily, it was still a sore subject, for a multi million year old being, a few thousand years is nothing.

Casting aside the moping he further investigated the dwarfs before him, scrutinising their arms and armour, like any craftsman would over their trade. “as for half giant, we realm forgers have no relation, we are an ancient folk the eldest of us having forged the realms we take for granted millennia past.”

He turned heading towards his sword and lifted it up and sheathed it and looked back to the dwarves. “If you are interested in learning further, I may allow you entry into the Forge. Riak spoke more of seeing if the dwarves were curious enough to find out more, or if they declined he would pass on by and continue his exploration.

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Jorn almost seemed flabbergasted at the idea of this massive man standing before him, with many like him no less, and even the offer to see something that might just be insane enough to warrant a good laugh and further investigation. If anything this giant of a fellow was just some crazed barbarian who had stepped one mile to close.

"Alright, I'll bite......." Jorn trailed off slightly only to smile a little as if he had just heard the worlds worst fucking joke. The old dwarf clenched his cane and choked back a bit of laughter as he looked over to Malad only to offer his companion an approving nod. "However we will be bringing our current company. How far are we talking here?"

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Riak lead the way towards the entryway, from the shear face on his left two reactivated golems began to glow and pull themselves from the wall, standing half Riak’s height and glowing a with a blue aura and deeper blue eyes, the golems watched the dwarves but Riak spoke up in the ancient tongue of his people. “Stand down they are friends”

The two golems stance changed and one spoke in common to the dwarves. “are you truly peaceful?” one asked, the other returned to its position in the wall Riak patted the second golem and it retired also.

“I am sorry about them, they watch and guard the entrance” stepping up to the rubble that sat in front of the gate, Riak began clearing the rubble aside, but as he did this, the entire cliff face began to split, the great stone doors grinding against the ground as the giant golems inside, pulled the doors apart opening them. Slowly, the sound of 90 meter tall doors filled the air, stone grinding on stone. Echoing out across the mountains. “welcome to my home”

He watched as the gates opened and after thirteen thousand years, they shall remain open to welcome all of a peaceful heart to enter.

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High above, a great and beautiful Mountain Peak suddenly explodes with the force of a detonating star, unleashing a catastrophic clap of thunder as a result. The shards and debris, however, soar away to the west in a cloud of whirling rock and dust.

A short interim later, a bright coiling band of energy like a tendril of fire from the sun itself sears it's way to the place where the peak once stood, and flashes blindingly. Once it fades away, the peak is seen to be restored, save that it is bare of snow that once covered.

These strange events are like a beacon to any adventurous soul in the region, daring them to investigate the origins of such oddities.

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Malad followed dutifully behind his lord replying to the golems, "The march of advancement is neither peaceful nor warlike. It moves impassively in all directions."

His gloved hands reached up to slide a magnifying lens down then pulled a lucent note canvas out from his journal. Hasty scrawls of notes on the shape of the golems appear under his darting finger. The place before him more interesting than dragons likely fighting somewhere from the shaking underfoot. Golems at least were something more closely understood the dragon magic was still unattainable.

"Your front doors make for an impressive bulwark," the inventor commented to Riak.

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Impressive, very impressive, to think that all this time that such a fortification was sitting quietly beneath The Stone Lords Empire was almost baffling at best. The golems craftsmanship was also commendable, though dwarven hands could have created something more eloquent, the arcane work however was something beyond his kin in some regards.

"Well put Malad." Jorn retorted only to allow his gaze to fall more intently upon the constructs that offered as guards for Thane Riak's hold. The Dwarf Lords eyes began to fall towards the arcane as auras and lights filled his vision allowing him to decipher the spellwork which bound these soulless automatons to their eternal duty.

It was only when Malad offered his next words that Jorn turned his attention to the massive doors before him. Indeed it was impressive work for a defensive door. It must have taken a bit of time for the construction if it was something more than a simple door. "Yes." Jorn muttered only to stroke his beard slightly only to jump at the sound of a loud explosion.

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Riak would finish clearing a path for the dwarves to pass freely in through the ten meter thick doors and just inside, the 60 meter tall golems that opened the doors silently watched the tiny beings below.
He’d turn to face Malad as he commented on the doors “yes we may have mastered gunpowder and firearms thousands of years back now, but the gate has always be…” cut off by the explosion and bright lights, he step back, listening and watching the distant peak, rupture and explode and then be reformed.

“the magic of dragons is no less impressive than it was” he scoffs and looks to the dwarves and then back through the doors as Kardal came into view, an old stone circle lighting up with runes and magical energies, teleporting Kardal from the Forge below.

“Did i just hear the sound of draconic magics?” the elder spoke as he came to a stop a couple yards from his son. And then turned to face the dwarves. “certainly a pleasure to have guests, I am Elder Kardal Steelheart, I am sure Riak has introduced himself already” the 12ft tall realm forger shifted his staff between hands and continued “If you have any questions, ask them, and i shall answer them as best i can.”

Riak at this point had moved away and looked to the dwarves. “Father, I’m going to see what those dragons are upto” Kardal laughed heartily and nodded. “travel safely my son, may the stone guide your way.” Riak was soon back on his way down the path, his new destination the mountain that seemed to have been under the influence of dragons.

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Malad looked off toward the noise turning the side of his goggles to refine his distance view. Phosphor in the lense ignited white as he looked at the explosion of a mountain. He internally noted he needed to re-evaluate the maximums.

Malad did some mental math to figure relative scale at distance through his voice clearly didn't like the number he got, "Impressive? That's a whole different weapon class. That shining cloud isn't weather. Scale patterns say that's a dragon beyond the horizon."

He continued to look at the ceiling mumbling, "Never considered something big enough to rip the mountain out by its root. Hm."

He looked back at the door then up at the top commenting dryly, "It's a nice nice door. All my haze estimates for distance and scale say that dragon is standing between ground to cloud. Margin for error about a mile. That'll fight our mountains on even terms."

Malad looked up at the ceiling then to Kardal, "Is what's holding your ceiling onto the door as strong as the door?"

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Lenu appeared on the bridge of the Wingly Airship Angel's Wrath. Beside it a smaller Wingly Airship known as the Storm Maiden hovered.

"Ma'am forgive me for calling you from your..." Started the captain

"Don't worry about it give me a report." Interrupted Lenu

" Well ma'am it is hard to explain...all we know is that there was a bright flash and the mountain was well changed."

Lenu frowned and was silent for a moment before speaking. " Take us in closer have all hands ready for battle."

The two Wingly airships came to life, thier magical engines roaring as they pushed toward the strange mountain.

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Jorn continued to look out towards the mountain range that exploded only to reach into a pocket and produce a small strange stone figurine in the shape of a bird. He whispered to the carved bird only to give it life and watch as it began to fly off towards a locale outpost only to smile as his orders had been well received.

Several dwarven members of Jorn's house upon receiving the stone bird and the message began to move into action as their stone ships ignited with flaming rings only to raise up into the air above with heavy ballista's armed and ready whilst dwarven rune priests and mages prepared their defensive spells as the stone interior and the warriors aboard began to shimmer with spell work and prayers. Eight of the massive 1,123 foot stone vessels appeared to have been torn from the mountainside itself as moss and small trees seemed to fall or be burned by the fire elementals that had been bound to the massive flaming wheel in order to give the ships flight.
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"Indeed Malad, agreed, Tell me if you would rather have the battalion of armed men to escort you to witness the beast or would you rather stay by my side and see more that these people have to show us?" Regardless of the option he gave his tinkerer Jorn waved his hand to Torggrim and sent the warrior on his way with a few of the musket men right along with Thane Riak Steelheart. Such creatures need to be removed from the range that the dwarves empire as they posed a threat to every life around but to those of lesser creatures also.

"Now as for those questions. How in all the time my people have come to be have we not come across yours?" Jorn gripped his cane tightly only to allow his arcane gaze to befall the tall elder before him only to wonder what kind of answer he would be given.

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Kardel switched his stave between his hands before he spoke “I wonder myself, but you must have come across other Forges, belonging to the now extinct clans of we builders?” he glanced to the guardian to his left looking up at the magical soulbound construct. “much of our history was lost or destroyed in the time since the catastrophe, and well, I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the Forges were lost due to nature’s whims” Kardel then went on to think about the question on the strength of the Forge’s walls “much of the forge and our mountain is imbued in someway with magic to ensure its continued existence. Enough to stop dragon magic, we’ve never had to put that to the test thankfully”

There was no sadness to his voice, just a calm thoughtful demeanor, the Builders, Realm forgers, were a race of people from a bygone age. The Elder watched the Eight dwarven skyships take to the sky, those that were within view, that is.

“your mastery over magic and binding is Impressive, awe inspiring, really” the Elder looked to the cleared debris and walked to approach it, brushing smaller pieces of rubble aside, to produce a piece of face mask that indistinguishably belonged to some ancient forgotten construct, he set the mask back down and turned his attention back to the guests.

“The world was a different creature before we closed ourselves off, these floating mountain ranges were not so large” Kardel had a look of reminiscence in his eyes, as if he remembered how the world used to look.
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Riak had slowed his pace enough that the dwarven warriors accompanying him could keep up with his much larger strides, Riak glanced back to the warrior who looked to be leading the group of dwarves.“What can you tell me of the dragons of this age? If anything. If the world has changed as much as i believe it has then so might have the Dragon’s laws”

He watched the dwarven ships take off, and smirked, thinking to himself These Dwarves really are masters of construction also. He’d come to a stop at a set of divergent paths looking across them, he’d wait on the dwarves before continuing down a path, they know the mountains better than him, and neither he nor they needed Riak getting lost down some path into the middle of nowhere.

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Malad turned to his lord to shake a dour expression while turning his goggles back to normal, "By your side even through hells. Dragon magic is a spectacle and a threat, nothing more, until I've tools to employ it myself. They should worry for either event."

He took in the elder's assessment pursing a hand through his auburn beard pondering siege methods, "So, reinforced by magic, eh? Well. There's no better way to develop the untested than to try and break it by foreign shores. Always learning to look forward to."

The dwarf turned toward where the elder commented on the ships, "Traditional, sturdy, big thick doors, and well tested. Makes for good reliability, yeah?"

"But careful there, stare at bright ol' reliable pasts longer than need be and you'll go blind. Even if you think not.", he added with a smile.

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Two more airships joined the Angel's Wrath and Storm Maiden bringing the Wingly force up to four Airships. With the new ship came two Virages. Virage where large powerful magical creatures created by the Winglies. These creatures can use magic and shoot magical laser like rays from thier eyes. They while much faster and more agile than an airships and could easily take one down if it had to.

It didn't take long for the Wingly fleet to spot the Dwarf airships. The Wingly airships moved within hailing distance of the Dwarf fleet. The Virages flew in a orbit around the Wingly fleet.

Lenu stepped forward on the deck of the Angel's Wrath. Using magic to amplify her voice she spoke, "I am General Lenu Fahua of the Kadessa Confederation. We mean you no harm. In fact, I'm assuming we are both here for the same reason.... The strange occurrence with this mountain?"



Virage in flight (about the last half of video)

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The tunnels bellow inhabited by dwarven workers and families would find themselves left in Chaos as the massive dragon off in the distance provided not even a single care for the damage it had caused as tunnels bellow collapsed from the immense weight or flooded with either magma or water. Countless lives had been lost though luckily the main fortified city bellow and above continued on as Dwarven warriors of all casts took up their axes and sharpened their swords. The Arcane Airship captains from across the mountain range all seemed to act accourdingly as the mountain itself seemed to come alive with flaming rings and floating mountain tops suddenly coming to life with strange glyphs that bound the elementals to their proper place.

"I am General Lenu Fahua of the Kadessa Confederation. We mean you no harm. In fact, I'm assuming we are both here for the same reason.... The strange occurrence with this mountain?"


The Dwarven Airships nearby began to hum as the fire elementals burned angrily while the dwarven clerics and wizards prepared themselves and their charges for war. It was only when one of the captains cought wind of the amplified shouting of the new arrivals that he drew forth his sword and pointed it forward towards the massive beast that could been seen for miles upon miles away. "We fight for our people!" The dwarven airship captain shouted only to take up his position at the helm with several wizards and clerics who continued to monitor the elementals bound to the ship preventing them from escaping and sending the crew plummeting bellow.

Riak may have slowed his pace for the dwarven warriors but Master Argaald was not one to be kept in the dust as he made his way up next to the giant of a man. The others behind kept the march easily enough and with their rifles in hand and the ammunition they would need many would imagine that they had been brave enough to walk towards their most certain demise.

"The Dragons....." Torggrim muttered his response as he continued to keep pace. "They are a unruly lot. Dragons come in two varieties in my experience, Chromatic and Metallic, though they are never that big!" The master dwarf stopped only to point out a old rocky trail just to then wave his battalion to follow behind him. "As for their laws I'd imagine that anything that can eat me rarely cares for what is right or just. I've fought in several wars but rarely have I ever encountered anything like this...."

Meanwhile Jorn and Malad continued to speak with the elder, Kardal Steelheart. The silver haired dwarven transmuter simply nodded at the compliment the giant had only to look off towards the massive beast in the distance.

"It was a design I've cherished honestly. The ships are normally created from a special wood and treated with magic and rare alchemical reagents while the mechanism that binds the elementals in place is based on a modified theory I've been working on. Many people have said I'm a monster for binding the will of elemental creatures from their prospective planes to these devices but I say they are simply tools readily available for those who look hard enough." Jorn gripped his cane only to then turn his back towards Malad and Elder Kardal. The dwarven lord hoped his holdings remained unharmed as such a creature would likely cause massive amounts of damage just by existing due to its size.

"I'm willing to wager that such a creature is from another realm, perhaps the heavens above......" Jorn muttered his words only to then look back at his host. "No one is safe. So long as this creature remains able to sit upon my lands and slaughter my people, our people!"

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Riak followed along the path Torggrim had pointed towards, careful with his footing, as he ran across the mountain trails. Glancing towards the leader of the dwarven troop Riak spoke up "Aye, even thirteen thousand years back the dragons were never that big." p Pulling the flintlock pistol sized for him; more like a small handheld cannon, and began to prep it for use, though he'd not load in any ammo else it would all spill out from the barrel, dropping the pistol back into its leather holster, his attention turned back towards the risen ships as they moved forth.

this filled Riak with dread, sure he was a warrior, but a battle with dragons was for all intents and purposes suicide, though, the Builder, Riak, wasn't even aware of the extent of the industrial power of the dwarven realms. "each landing that dragon makes, is an earthquake to contend with" he shook his head and sighed "lets hope it doesn't decide to do it again"
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"you say the dragons slaughter your people?" Kardal gave a calm yet serious expression and leaned onto the staff "we are creators, not destroyers, balance in all things, My son is that balance to our people's creation, he is a destroyer one may say" he pushed off the staff and looked to the mountains in the distance "but I must agree, its presence endangers your people greatly and posses a danger to my few people also" Kardal stepped forward finally stepping out beyond the doorway and onto the path leading up to the gateway.