Posted by Thror HammerSong on May 29, 2000 at 11:05:24:
Maybe...just maybe I have found the strength of these forums. I spent a bit of time reading the story that Axzwerlich wrote on the character board last night. I was utterly blown away by this story. There are a few things I came to realize and I wanted to point them out. I also wanted to say my farewells to a character whom I have shared many experiences with.
This being all in a fantasy realm of a world that has been evolving for years now by the immortals, we as people spend a great deal of time in Carrion Fields. Why? Because of memories that are portrayed in stories like the one Axzwerlich wrote. You are part of the book which is Thror's story. You brought Axzwerlich to life, creating a bond with Thror that is an ever-lasting friendship which I wish could be elaborated outside of the game.
I remember my inductions began with seeing what people knew of Thera. So I had Axzwerlich run me around Thera to different points as fast as he could. He did it so well and I couldn't help but chuckle as his 'rrr's' kept penetrating out conversation. Axzwerlich was in his own way fearless of death. Never did he hesitate when it came to any battle and he always was the first person to show up for a raid. I did not know your story or much of your history. You did a great job of bringing it to life in what you wrote.
I found your character growing more distant as time went on, and I knew old age was likely to get you. A most stunning example of what a BattleRager should be, I could not help but come and hope to point out how great of a character you really were.
My fondest memory of you was just as you portrayed it. We both stood back with the Destructor, waiting as both Masters and Empire were gathered at the entrance to the village. I looked at you and said 'Well, 'ere goes lad. Remember' this day.' Anyhow I just wanted to say well done. Hopefully you create another character with as much life and vivid imagination as you put into Axzwerlich. I must say a very 'pillar-worthy' character.
'and the old dwarf stood over the cub, his deep grey eyes settled upon the ball of fur. The young felar looked up to him, admiration etched upon his face. He took the the felar into his embrace and whispered softly,
"It ain't dyin' that matters lad. We all die. It surely be how ye lived, en what ye're remembered 'fer.
I hope you create another character with as much depth and vivid imagination as you put into this one. Take care old friend.
Thror HammerSong