AN: Ok, so this is my first real try at doing an Omake so please don't be too harsh with me.
The Discovery of the Living Ancestor
They marched through the tunnels towards the ruins of the famous Kraka Drakk in hopes to find artifacts made by one of the most famous runelords of The Time of the Ancestor Gods and later, The Golden Age. The Gift Giver, The Greed Slayer, The Earth Mover, Shadowkiller, Hold Warder, Teacher of Runelords, Eldest Runelord of The North, Snorri Klausson of Clan Winterhearth.
While normally they would wait till it was possible to take back the entire hold, it has gotten dangerous for their own hold and they need something soon to give them an edge over all those that would destroy them. Thus, the Throng was traveling through old underway passages filled with Thaggoraki and other beasts to try and enter the ancient hold from underneath since it was neigh impossible to get to it above ground without dying from something.
So far, the throng has made good progress towards the underdrak and in perhaps a single day they shall be able to enter the underdrak itself. The Throng just finished killing the latest batch of Thaggoraki when they noticed sounds of combat and strangely some of the loudest dwarven grumbling they have ever heard despite the battle ending. Quickly realizing that there might still be a remnant of Kraka Drakk still holding out, the Throng quickly moved towards the sound of battle. Grim hope fills the hearts of the dwarfs as they march.
Soon they turn a corner and pause briefly as they see the magnificent and awe inspiring sight of what appeared to be a Gronti made of almost entirely of pure gromril with a truly majestic beard slaughtering Thaggoraki by the dozen every second while grumbling in the way only the most ancient of dwarfs can most fiercely. It is the last two bits that made the Throng charge forward into the midst of battle. With the aid of the Throng the battle quickly ended and the Gronti approached the Throng and did the most shocking thing and revealing the Gronti must actually be a Living Ancestor! It, no, He Spoke.
"About time beardlings. Now, does anyone have any decent ale?" The Living Ancestor asked.
One of the nearest longbeards quickly took some of their best ale they had on hand and reverently handed it to the Ancestor.
As the Ancestor finished his ale, a brave longbeard asked him, "Honored Ancestor, would you please honor us with your name?"
The Living Ancestor turned to him with a face so stonelike that made them question themselves if the Ancestor might actually a statue after all.
"I am Snorri Klausson of Clan Winterhearth, Runelord of Kraka Drakk. Or what remains of it at least." The Living Legend informed them, making many of them, longbeards included, faint from shock and awe.
With a Grunt, The Oldest Runelord alive asks, "Now that the introductions are over, what brings your Throng here beardlings?"
The same brave longbeard tells him of their holds likely doom is approaching and they were hoping to find something to help them repel the attackers.
With another Grunt, The Hold Warder says, "Well, in that case, it seems you have my aid in this."
And again, the majority of the dwarfs faint.
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