Taklinn strides into town; appearing to be in a rush. He walks to the town post and pulls an old announcement from the post, replacing it with one of his own. With a swift hit of his smithy hammer on the nail, and a grunt, he walks away towards the Merchant Hall. The letter upon inspection reads:
Brethren,
In times of trouble and dischord, one must turn to blood and clan for support. When the Hammer falls, the Anvil is there to receive it with open arms. The two work in synch and all that fall between them are molded to perfection, or slag is cast out. In these troubled times, one must turn to their blood and clan to survive. It is for this reason that a new clan will from this day forth be known in the History of the Shard; the Stormhammers. All dwarves and Gnomes who wish to reside and live in the old ways under the mountains are invited to respond their intention here.
With Regards,
Taklinn Forgesplitter Stormhammer
(OOG a new Dwarf and Gnome Guild has been formed. The name is The Stormbringers. Any Dwarf or Gnome interested may apply on this post, or PM myself or Nick.)
*Looking over this new posting and stroking my beard idly as I thought.*
"Well then, tha's more like it. I cannae say I much care for all... this-" *gesturing to the open sky* o'er me head all the time."
*turning and heading to the tavern as I lit my pipe, remembering to look up these Stormhammers.
Noticing Taklinn walking away from the post, Freyja approaches and begins reading. A grand smile pulls from above her beard. "The old ways", she says aloud. Freyja has never forgotten her teachings under the mountain. She cannot wait. Freyja heads to the tavern to celebrate.
A small, cloaked figured passed by the town the post in silence. The heavy black suede of the cloak was pushed back on one side, revealing familiar leather armor around a thin waist and dark adamant scale resting on her shoulders. Binx dragged a fox unceremoniously through the dirt by it's tail behind her, the creature unmoving. She paused for a moment to look over the post through the opening between her hood and mask. All of the dwarves in Jastrey huddled under the same mountain, away from the rest of town? It didn't sound half bad. Without a word she continued on her way towards the road leading out of town.