[pnpgm] Dorhak

[Dorhak]

Dorhak is enjoying his time at the unveiling.  While the humans, and others, are rather annoying, at least the Gods of stone and silence likely appreciate the statue.  Dorhak does.  Not up to Dwarven standards, be a good effort by a human.  The metallic work in addition to the stone is quite interesting.

Unfortunately, his enjoyment is rather short lived.  The ground starts to rumble and move, like waves upon the seas.  As a dwarf, earthquakes are one of the few things that truly frighten his people.  While Dorhak does not squeal, his rumbling voice is an octave or so higher than before, and his complexion goes rather pale.  He thanks the gods of stone and silence that he's outside and not in a warren.  These sorts of things are prevented back home by the honored Rune Masters, mostly by putting up barriers to the demons and Elementals that might cause such.

The noise of the rumbling offends his intellectual senses, but scares the goblin crap out of him emotionally.  He prefers the silence!  Suddenly the ground opens up beneath him and he's falling, though a thankfully short distance.  While it's not a graceful landing, at least he does hit dirt without some embarrassing injury.  Gods!  What would that freakishly tall elf (as if they aren't all!) say or impune?  Creepy being.

He's trying to get his balance and back to his feet before the earth swallows him up completely, Goibniu forbid it!  He sees the little fairy girl heading toward him, wondering what sh thinks she's going to do.  He must weigh over 17 stone!

But then that bright flash, an even louder roar, then darkness!