Immortal Blood

	Mark Belt (Stars) Barren Realms Mud A Final Note

The old dwarf took an awkward bow to signal that his story was complete. He raised his tankard in a final salute and, without saying another word, he was gone. Only a small flash of light accompanied his departure this time, that and a faint echo of his merry laughter. After he was gone, my eyes fell again on the weathered old tome that I had earlier been so excited to read. Between that book and the notes I took from Brodgar’s tale, I had the most accurate depiction of the mysterious Age of Fire in the world. I nearly fainted with the thrill of knowledge.

Indeed, I learned much from my meeting with the ancient dwarf on that winter night. Some of which has probably become obvious to you by now. The ruined city below the Mountain was eventually overgrown completely by trees and came to be known as the Lillendale Forest. Mota’s shrine, which boasted the best stonework ever wrought in the Realms, was none other than my own precious Silver Veil. And the tall Mountain was indeed the home of ancient Dwarves, not the least of which was Brodgar himself.

I also learned that it takes more than strength and power to become a great hero. It takes a special substance flowing through your veins. Now, maybe it was the trace of Mota’s Blood that beat in Brodgar’s chest that gave him strength. But I like to think that he would have been as great a hero even without it. For do we not all have the blood of the Creator flowing within us? Are we not all his children? Who knows… maybe if evil ever threatens the world again, then another warrior will arise just like the legends of old. I scarcely dare to admit it, but there is a small part of me that almost wishes that I could experience that glory myself. Almost…

—Stars

Historian of the Silver Veil

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