But at what cost ? Tbh i dont think they can marry into the noble standing anymore even if they where for considartion because most of their fighting force and adult male dwarfs got decimated by the avalanche and trough this they lost so much politcal capital to me it could be that they even drop in standing they fullfilled the oath but it was only for the high king to consider them worthy of such an honor and i dont think he wants his daughter to marry into a clan that is probaly facing hard times + even if the mc brought the princess safe back the clan still would be stigmatzied as drunken good for nothing who lost their whole host to an avalanche and had to rely on a strange ranger who doesnt drink much ..... it could be that other clans will use this to tear the foundation of the clan in the hold down to make them more appealing and increase their standing... not to mention how it will refelct on the hold the ruler of the hold could think that such a clan should not be in there so they get kicked out not by the high king but the king of the hold wich would be ironic given that he saved the princess to avoid that but it still happend.
The Real Adventures of Norgrim Grimsson, Exasperated Recluse (Warhammer Fantasy SI)
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- Fantasy
- Location
- newcastle australia
Keep in mind that these are dwarfs. Ganging up on a clan that got wiped out defending a princess would make them go crazy with guilt afterwards. It just wouldn't happen.
xbox432
Lover of Editing
Oof, that... that would be a horrible thing to wake up to. Knowing that the vast majority of your family was just... gone. Let's hope Norgrim can keep the grief and rage at bay until he can finish his mission.
And the Princess isn't an annoying brat! Always nice to see nobles/royals who take their positions seriously. But yeah, this is a Dwarf and not a "manling waif", heh.
Even if that doesn't happen, that favor of her's will be MIGHTY useful in helping his family now that their numbers have been so badly gutted.
And the Princess isn't an annoying brat! Always nice to see nobles/royals who take their positions seriously. But yeah, this is a Dwarf and not a "manling waif", heh.
There should be a space after that period.
Remember, she wasn't on this expedition to set up her own marriage, but a marriage to one of her cousins. The Princess was just the evaluator/negotiator. Also of note, these are Dwarves, not Men. So there politics and rewards can be a bit different. Though granted, considering the adventure they just went on together, the Princess might take that opportunity herself.
Even if that doesn't happen, that favor of her's will be MIGHTY useful in helping his family now that their numbers have been so badly gutted.
I was a bit confused myself, but I'm getting a vague Game of Thrones feeling... Was there a scene like that in the show?
The surviving clan members would have probably exiled themselves on principle. Given the fact that's a massive screwup.
- Location
- Wall Gazing
Just want to point out and emphasize to those who don't live near where avalanches happen, you'd think that snow is soft, fluffy and easy to dig through, and you'd be right... for certain types of snow. Freshly fallen snow, while heavier then you'd think is relatively easy to compress and dig through, however when snow has gone through a day/night cycle when the temperature is a bit above freezing during the day the snow can partially melt and then freeze into ice, which is a lot harder to dig through. This is not what makes being buried in an avalanche so difficult to get out of, but its similar. When an avalanche is moving it has a lot of kinetic energy (understatement), when the snow eventually stops all that energy is converted into heat which then partially melts the snow and it quickly refreezes binding the snow together into a solid mass which can trap arms and legs in place and prevent people from struggling free, even before considering the tons of snow on top of them.
Suffice to say Norgrim was very lucky to be relatively near the surface, the rest was luck he made by tying himself and the princess to the main tent pole as that gave them some protection and kept them together. People carry radio beacons when back country hiking and skiing as it is next to impossible to find someone buried in the snow without one.
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- Location
- United Kingdom
The hold they're based out of is Karaz-a-Karak, the king of that hold is the High King.
I figured it was a memory of his past life floating up.
- Location
- A Pit Of My Own Making
- Pronouns
- He/Him
IMO this sentence runs on for too long
TimEd
Meteor maker
afterwards
my read is that this reminded him of his own surprise transfer to this world.
- Location
- Omniverse #1345
I'm reminded of a video I saw of an off trail skier that noticed a pair of skis sticking out of a hole and stopped.
It took all their effort, as someone completely free, to manage to dig the person trapped out. And that was from relatively soft snow from a recent snow fall.
(the trapped skier had been with a group, but had fallen a moment behind so no one saw them vanish into the tree well. And it was impossible for them to reach their radio to call for help. They got immeasurably lucky someone extremely attentive came by so soon after)
Snow can be terrifying.
- Location
- New Zealand
On the one hand, seeing the oath fulfilled even with every single other dwarf from his clan slain will be met with approval, and proof that so long as a single dwarf from clan Growlsh still lives, their oaths will be kept will be a source of bitter pride for the rest of the clan.
On the other hand, losing almost all of their clans warriors will be a heavy blow that will take them centuries to recover from, if they can at all, and may be enough to sway opinion away from them. After all, a clan that can no longer defend its hold is a bad choice for someone of royal blood to marry into.
On the other hand, losing almost all of their clans warriors will be a heavy blow that will take them centuries to recover from, if they can at all, and may be enough to sway opinion away from them. After all, a clan that can no longer defend its hold is a bad choice for someone of royal blood to marry into.
IncognitoTBT
Yorokobe, Shoujo!
- Location
- Mitakihara Town, Japan
The Clan is trying to marry into Nobility, not Royalty. The Princess Norgrim rescued is the negotiator, not the bride. The Princess might feel some kind of debt owed for the beardling Ranger placing his Clan's Oath to the High King before his own family, but that does not mean she will repay her debt by marrying him. More likely and more pragmatically, I feel like the Princess, once she reaches home, will throw her political weight to help Clan Growlsh rebuild from the devastating loss in good able-bodied Dwarfs. That sounds far more practical and useful for Norgrim of Clan Growlsh than a royal marriage offer.
That sounds like Umgi talk to me! Clan Growlsh has sworn an Oath to the High King to protect his daughter, and Clan Growlsh will fulfill that oath, even at the cost of good Dawi lives by treacherous hands! Why should the High King punish Clan Growlsh for being true Dawi and honoring their words? Do you take the High King to be a wazzock and an unbaraki, manling, who breaks his word and throws away his kins for crimes committed by his enemies?!
No! The High King will reward the valiant survivors, honor the fallen dead for their sacrifices, aid the remaining kinsmen of Clan Growlsh, to help them recover from such a devastating loss, and strike a new Grudge in the Dammaz Kron for the grievous losses suffered by Clan Growlsh for the sake of his own kin, his daughter! For they are Dawi! They are not like Umgi, who are as fickle as Elgi and as treacherous as Raki! They are Dawi, as enduring as stone and as true as the mountains themselves! And like true, honorable Dawi, they repay their debt with the blood of their enemies! And if all else fails and they cannot find the culprit, then he can declare a Grudge against the Bloody Spearz and demand 10 grobi heads for every Dawi lost! Then, and only then, will the debt be repaid!
Khazukan Kazakit-ha!
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- Location
- Wall Gazing
True, but that dedication is also that which needs to be recognized. Even for dwarves, especially for dwarves, the standing gained from a clan accomplishing an oath sworn mission even when almost the entirety of the can was killed is immense. Its also the exact legend that would naturally spread in dwarven culture as it emphasizes a core part of their psyche. That being holding true to their oaths at all costs. Even when it is done by a Ranger, who are semi-outcasts/weird dwarfs, especially then. It becomes an aspirational story for what a 'proper' dwarf is.
But back to my original point, a leader must recognize when their subordinates accomplish difficult/nigh impossible tasks, or the subordinates won't respect their leader as they would feel they aren't being respected. Respect is a two way street after all and this goes doubly in feudal societies, and while the clan structure of dwarven society is certainly more internally loyal then many historical noble families, it is definitely feudal.
Evillevi
A Pikachu for everything - Shadow Pikachu,2015
Firstly it's noble blood. One of the High Kingss niece is getting married and Alrika is supposedly a milk run to prove that the MC's Clan is worthy to marry into nobility. For Norgrim to marry Alrika would require a new marriage proposal needs to be sent.
Second there's a point that clans that are almost decimated in the line of duty are honoured in ways that would seem excessive. It's not unlikely that even without Alrika's help that the High King's default reaction to an alive daughter is to throw alot of resources at the clan until they recover.
Lastly on a theoretical marriange between Alrika and Norgrim, the main gain for High King would be the character of Norgrim. Clan Growlash would have elders but their value in a marriage would likely only be Norgrim's character and admittedly amazing achievement. Whether that's because Norgrim is a Hero or because he has legitimately rare and useful leadership qualities.
- Location
- New Zealand
I am aware that Alrika is not the bride, I even directly stated as much on the previous page. The marriage is for one of the king's nieces who, despite not being royalty herself, is still of royal blood. While obviously the clan will be rewarded for their valour and sacrifice, it is still an open question of how they will be rewarded, and the marriage is not necessarily the reward they will get.
Evillevi
A Pikachu for everything - Shadow Pikachu,2015
This is not necessarily true as we don't really know how distantly King Alrik is related to his niece. It's entirely possible that the niece is of a bloodline that married into the Royal blood.
- Location
- Russia
I think if this story will come to a good end, then story of Clan Growlsh will be not just cautionary about a danger of untested drinks in unsafe zones, but also the story about novel principle - "Die, but do", about Duty being above all (about Imperial Fists. Wait. Wrong warhammer))), above demands honor, above Thirst for vengeance, above doubt in one's own skills
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The Ranger and the Mountain Princess Ch. 4:
- Location
- Edmonton
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- He/Him
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Rough terrain sucks.
Every step was a small puzzle, even surfaces were a luxury and you had to be keenly aware of your weight and gait to make sure you don't fall over and eat shit were just a few considerations. Pairing that with the realities of my job and time tables that were punishing on a good day made me appreciate the beauty of a flat stretch of road better than anything else.
As a Dwarf Ranger it's a facet of life I'd long since gotten used to out of necessity, and though my seniors would deny it till the day I died, I could generally manage my way around all but the worst the World's Edge could throw at me.
The same can't exactly be said for a Princess who's spent most of her life inside the safety of a Karak and its paved stone roads, with the added handicap of wearing a dress.
Alrika did her best, but the fact was that we were travelling through an untamed mountainous forest in inclement weather and she wasn't exactly dressed for a good hike. So it was slow going, still not as slow as it could have been if she was still asleep obviously, but slow all the same.
Did I care that we weren't keeping the pace? Sort of. If there was some sort of hostile force combing over the avalanche site then we weren't putting the sort of distance between us and them that I would prefer, but on the other hand I can't really confirm whether that's just paranoia speaking though. The best I could do was cover our tracks and pray they couldn't catch up with us. The only benefit of getting to the cache faster was reducing the time before we hopefully meet up with the Frostbeards or get back to Karaz-a-Karak.
So I tried to make the most out of the situation.
Mostly by sightseeing.
Because the alternatives were either reflecting on what's happened, (no), or engaging in polite conversation with Alrika, (suuuper no.)
So yeah, sightseeing.
For all their mortal peril, I gotta say the World's Edge Mountains were pretty to look at. I could tell you that they were these, just monolithic, spires of stone that reached above the clouds like the canopy of a forest. They were so tall and so dangerous to climb that the highest peaks of my old life were more comparable to the smaller summits of this literal world-spanning mountain range. Admittedly that was a pretty succinct description, but that really didn't put them into perspective, didn't really make you understand what you were looking at.
Have you ever stood right next to a tall building and looked up? You notice how your skewed perspective had it so that it filled your field of vision with just that one structure? The base stretched wide and squat while the roof was squished in and up? It was sorta like that, but amplified. You looked up and it wasn't the sky, it was mountains; stretched and skewed as if you were standing right at their base but in reality you were miles away from them. And on really cloudy days, when the sky and the sun are hidden behind a blanket of white? Then it feels like you're back underground.
The only light you have are errant rays that peak through the clouds, maybe a lightning bolt if the clouds are from a storm, or more often whatever light you have on hand. When that happens the valleys look more like the walls of a cave, distant forests along the slopes like patches of moss or lichens, lone summits more like a stalagmite instead of the peak you knew it was. You felt small, staring up at things so huge that despite being dozens, even hundreds of miles away that their shadows could still easily cover you.
Now, as someone who was admittedly perfectly content to stay home in their past life, and grew up in an underground culture of homebodies in this one, let me tell you something.
It felt safe.
Like wrapping myself up in blankets during a cold winter's night, all the warmth while I hear the wind howling outside and see frost on the window.
I suppose being a Ranger was like sticking that one foot out as temperature regulation.
Could really do with feeling that safe again.
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After a day spent trudging through snow and against the wind we eventually found a small clearing that seemed safe enough for us to settle down for the night. Which actually meant another half hour of clearing ground, gathering wood and setting up shelters the way I was taught to best to conceal our presence. When everything is set up we're left with two lean-tos made out of evergreen branches, deadwood and the scavenged cloth and furs from the wreckage around a buried fire pit. Largely safe from the elements and made to minimize the chance of being spotted by accident. Or in other words it was dark, only a few degrees warmer than usual and any food we cooked would be a bit dirty because our only source of fire for heat and cooking was in a ventilated hole in the ground so that sucked. The only bright spot in this otherwise gloomy situation was that I had managed to scrounge up something to eat at all, finding and shooting a hare and some birds while we were travelling over the course of the day.
I for one am perfectly fine with the silence while the hare and birds slowly cook away, a trait that was equal parts natural inclination and behaviour reinforced from Ranger training, but it seems Alrika doesn't have any such compunctions.
"...Ranger," she begins, seeming to have settled on referring to me by title, "There's been something niggling at the back of my mind now, a few questions. If you would be so inclined, would you care to answer them?"
Honestly? No, I really didn't want to, but since I don't want to make things awkward I might as well humour her at least.
"It depends on the question your Highness," I begin frankly, "but I'll take no offense from being asked regardless."
"A fair enough proposition," she nods. "You spoke of pursuing vengeance after escorting me home. How do you see that all playing out if I may ask?"
A cynical part of me wonders why exactly she would care, but the rest of me reminds myself that going down that line of thought was a toxic and pointless exercise. She declared that she owed me a debt and maybe this was a way of trying to find a way to help me most likely. More simply she could just be trying to build a rapport with me, someone she was stuck with for the foreseeable future and was to her knowledge the only friendly face for miles around.
I should probably answer her.
"After I get you home," I begin slowly, putting the pieces together as I went, "I'd probably go and petition the Elder Council to spend what little the Clan can spare to muster an expedition to recover what we can from the avalanche and bury our -our dead," I pause as my imagination conjures up the image without prompting.
Rows on rows of cold, cold bodies pulled out of the ice, looking like they were simply asleep. My friends and family, all together in death as they were in life.
And me, fulfilling my designated position of black sheep by not dying. Classic.
Not now Norgrim's brain, later. You can break down later.
I take a deep breathe.
"After that…I suppose I'll begin investigating the culprit's identity. From there I reckon things get straightforward enough. Say goodbye to my mother, get my affairs in order, and go off." I finish quietly.
I held no illusions about my chance of survival against someone who could kill an entire Clan of Dwarfs, even through trickery. That spoke of someone if not more deadly, then a great deal smarter than I was.
But the Dwarf part of me didn't care.
I finally muster the courage to brave a glance at the Princess, and when I do I realize she's giving me an odd look.
What? I'm telling you the series of events that will probably lead to my death lady, what do you expect? Then I banish that thought, reminding myself that sort of acidity wasn't helpful right now.
"That's…a sensible plan," Alrika decides to say, holding my stare for several more seconds before the awkwardness prompts her to look down at the food.
I nod, happy to let the topic drop in lieu of making sure the rabbit doesn't burn up. No matter how hard I tried it always seemed like I either under or over-cooked anything more complex than porridge. It was something my Uncle and Master always gives me shit about, 'considering my age.'
'Gave' now I suppose.
Oh look, the rabbit's ready.
"Food's done," I say hoarsely before moving to hand a skewer over to Alrika.
She doesn't say anything, thankfully, but she does hesitate for a moment before eventually taking the skewer I'm offering.
The only thought on my mind as I took a bite is that the meat was too salty.
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The bitter cold of the morning air isn't so bad when you have a wall between you and the wind. That may not sound all that great to someone used to the comforts of an advanced society, but when part of your Ranger training involves surviving a night out with nothing on you but a wool blanket it's the veritable lap of luxury.
So yeah, its definitely not one of the worst nights I've had.
Then I remember last night, and this morning drops a few places.
With a depressing level of ease I bury those negative thoughts deep for future me to deal with and begin cleaning up camp. I decide that the Princess needs more sleep, and definitely not because I don't want to talk to her while I clean up, I let Alrika sleep in for a while longer. It gives me maybe five minutes of solitude, but the noise I'm making is eventually enough to rouse her from slumber, and the other mound of furs begins to move as Alrika wakes up.
If she has anything to say about my decision she doesn't voice it, instead she thankfully moves to help me clean up the campsite in silence.
I've done this enough times that I let my body go on autopilot, letting my mind focus on the next leg of our journey.
We're still a day or so from the cache, and worst case the weather slows us enough that we go hungry for one night before getting some filling, if bland, food in our bellies.
I'm still holding out hope the Frostbeards reach us, but if not I'm probably gonna have to carry enough supplies to get us to Karaz-a-Karak without too much risk of death. Once we get past the shadow of Gunbad things'll get much safer thankfully. Course I'd prefer not having to pass anywhere near Gobbo territory with just one other person to watch my back, but there's something to be said about not attracting attention I suppose.
With two people on the job the campsite was cleared soon enough, and after a bit of effort on my part and some of the fur plucked from the pelts we carried, it looked like nothing more than a group of deer slept here last night.
Another lesson from Ranger training; if you aren't good enough or capable of hiding a camp properly, the next best thing is to make it look like something else slept there instead of you.
That done, we're on our way to the cache.
We get about halfway through the journey before Alrika says anything.
"Ranger," Alrika says, grabbing my attention, "I realize we'll be coming upon it soon enough but what exactly goes into these caches?"
I don't answer right away, instead I walk ahead of her quickly and move a branch out of our path in a way that doesn't disturb the snow on it, gesturing to her to come through with a nod before I eventually answer.
"Depends on the type." falling in step behind her again. "The one we're heading to isn't anything more than a hidden cellar full of supplies, but some caches are more eh -substantial."
I recall, going over the lessons drilled into my head to make sure I didn't forget anything.
"Aye?" she prompts, looking back at me curiously.
I nod.
"Smoke rooms, workshops, quarrel-making and the like, even small distilleries, circumstances permitting, or so I'm told. Things that a band can't carry with them easily. Not worth the effort this close to Karaz-a-Karak, but they're a sight for sore eyes on longer ranges. Haven't been to one yet."
I was supposed to go visit a place like that with my uncles and cousins at some point, no later than fifty, but maybe earlier if I proved capable of surviving that sort of long term journey. Not that—
—Right, step away from that downward spiral me, focus on the present life threatening circumstances.
Alrika moves on to other topics about being a Ranger, unaware of what she's said, and I do my best to answer without stepping on the many, many, mental landmines in my head.
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—"and that's partly why it's better to sleep on Fir instead of pine," I finish, earning a sound and nod of understanding for my efforts.
To my surprise explaining the ins and outs of Ranger training, that aren't kept secret, is a good way to occupy my mind. Most of its just useful survival tips that would probably work in my old life, except the parts about dodging Griffons and Beastmen and other fantastic beasts that didn't exist in the other world. I think it helped that Alrika was a good listener, and even if she wasn't actually interested her training as a diplomat probably taught her how to fake it well enough to fool me. Honestly she could have said nothing at all this entire time and I probably would have kept talking.
Gemlin had always joked that I was the most talkative Ranger he had met.
I'm about to start getting into the nitty-gritty of the best way to roast a deer flank from a prone position before I pause and slow down when I notice a comforting sight up ahead.
"Look there," I murmur, poking her shoulder before pointing to something that looks like bare undisturbed ground, "we'll be reaching the cache soon."
"I don't see anything Ranger," Alrika says eventually, the confusion and maybe annoyance in her voice thick and obvious.
I blink before realizing my mistake and offer her an apologetic look. I have to remind myself that she wasn't a Ranger, and that she wasn't trained to look for the signs we used.
"Ah. Right. There are bootprints there, they've been covered up like I've been doing with ours. Obviously better done as well. With luck it's the Frostbeards, but at the very least they'll be friendly."
"Could they be other survivors?" the Princess hazards, looking at me curiously, earlier annoyance discarded.
Huh.
Why didn't I think of that?
"Maybe," I concede, not sure why I don't feel as happy as I imagined I would be, "Either way let's not keep them waiting."
We start walking again, and let myself begin relaxing with help so close at hand. Whoever they were, they were definitely far better Rangers than me from the looks of it. The trail barely looked touched, and I hadn't even noticed their tracks on our way here either. So that meant they had come from a different direction than us, so Frostbeards on their way from Everpeark or, as Alrika reminded me, other survivors who had left the Avalanche site earlier than the two of us and taken a different path here.
I noticed the first bootprint about half an hour into our walk, and felt a bit of confusion and dread settle in my gut as I wondered why they had decided to stop covering their tracks.
Grabbing the princess by the shoulder to stop her, she turns to look at me questioningly. I point out the boot print, and she frowns lightly but says nothing. Even without Ranger training something on my face when I pointed out the footprint must have tipped her off that this wasn't normal
I take a deep breath and give the princess a nod before I move past her, taking the lead before we push forwards.
The two of us continue walking for another minute when the scent finally hits my nose.
Blood.
My sudden stop makes Alrika look at me in confusion before she notices the smell too, the frown on her face growing deeper.
Saying nothing, I un-sling the crossbow from my back and load a quarrel before we proceed. Idly I realize that given Alrika has a melee weapon it would make more sense for her to be in front before I remind myself that she's the VIP in this situation and that I was supposed to keep her alive.
Strange what I decide to focus on at times like these huh?
The next five minutes of walking are an excruciating build up of tension as the smell of blood grows stronger and the bootprints, made so that it looked like it was just a single Dwarf walking, gave up on the practice and fanned out properly.
Doesn't take a genius to realize something is fucked up here.
My finger never strays far from the trigger of my crossbow until the moment we hit the cache site.
Neither of us say anything for a moment, but eventually Alrika slams her axe into the trunk of a nearby tree, a long series of the foulest Khazalid curses I've ever heard pouring out of her mouth.
I keep quiet, taking in the carnage before me while I try to keep myself from vomiting up an empty stomach.
Alrika had mentioned the possibility of other survivors, something I still wondered why I never thought of myself, but I guess the point was moot now.
A dozen Dwarfs lay scattered across the ground, not all of them in one piece. Their bodies lie where they died, bloodstains and all. Going by the smell they had been here for at least a day. My eyes roam over several unrecognizable masses quietly before I feel my stomach give out under me completely.
There, on one of the rags that was once a cloak was the symbol of Clan Growlsh.
I don't want to look anymore.
But I owe it to them.
Mechanically, I walk over to the nearest and, going by the hints of grey hair not matted in dried blood, the oldest body in the clearing. I note numbly that he'd been smashed against the tree, the blood dribbling down his mouth, staining his beard, and shards of bone jutting out of his chest telling me all I needed to know about how he had died. I kneel down to get a better look, bile rising in my throat as I quietly begin to notice all the other, painfully familiar, details on this corpse. The torn tunic, usually kept so clean despite decades of hard living in the mountain slopes, the well cared for leather gloves that had been a gift from his mother, the crossbow lying discarded, tossed even, off to the side that was usually so protectively and obsessively cared for
I finally muster up the courage to stare the dead Dwarf in the face.
The face is bloody, with a broken nose and a purple welt covering his left eye, alongside a host of angry red lacerations that stand out against his pallid, dead, flesh, but it's still recognizable.
The empty, glassy eyed, stare of my uncle and teacher, Malakai Thugorsson, looked back at me, and despite the fact that I knew better, they still felt like they were staring daggers at me.
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AN: I added a bit more characterization and interaction between Alrika and Norgrim, plus edited some of the scene details here and there. Hope you enjoy, also C&C. :^)
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taovkool
Forever Gone
- Location
- The Library, Department of General Works
Not gonna lie, I wanted to see the Princess pov here.
We all know that Norgrim is an oddball by Dwarfen standards. What we don't know is the other Dwarfs perspective when they see his weirdness.
What made our new SI so weird anyway?
Well, that was a grim note to end the chapter with.
ConfusedCanuck
Where did it all go wrong?
- Location
- Neverland
Ah damn so there's no doubt now that this attack was targeted, after all had there been survivors this might have been all just one terrible accident. But with these Rangers dead at the cache that can only mean that someone or something is hunting these dwarfs. Now its just a matter of who so the grudge can be recorded properly.
I like this sentence really shows that the MC may be a reincarnated human he very much has a dwarf part of him who can't/won't not pursue vengeance at the first moment he can.
Isiri Pudireach
Predictive text can go duck itself
Do you mean, "why is he a weird Dwarf," or "by what specific Dwarven standards is he weird?"
Because the first is probably just due to being a SI.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Great chapter.
I think Norgrim is in denial right now. Not in that he's not accepting the facts of the situation, but in that, he's sorta avoiding the topic.
He's not focusing on saving the Princess (just) because of the family's oaths. It's giving him an excuse not to think about the tragedy.
So, I figure the Princess is giving Norgrim weird looks for one of two reasons.
(A) She's just plain weirded out by his numb, matter-of-fact manner.
Or (B) she recognizes what is happening and doesn't know if she can trust him to stay functioning long enough to get them both to safety.
I think Norgrim is in denial right now. Not in that he's not accepting the facts of the situation, but in that, he's sorta avoiding the topic.
He's not focusing on saving the Princess (just) because of the family's oaths. It's giving him an excuse not to think about the tragedy.
So, I figure the Princess is giving Norgrim weird looks for one of two reasons.
(A) She's just plain weirded out by his numb, matter-of-fact manner.
Or (B) she recognizes what is happening and doesn't know if she can trust him to stay functioning long enough to get them both to safety.
xbox432
Lover of Editing
Yeah, I'm wondering about this... It CAN'T be just any Greenskin or Beastmen... Maybe Purple Orks, that totally exist, trust me. Those Skaven Ninja, Vampires, Elves? ...Or perhaps this was orchestrated by a rival Dwarf Clan? I'm not certain if their politics get as stabby as human politics?
Also, good on Norgrim and the Princess. Her for keeping his mind off his troubles, him for teaching her some of how to survive if he gets killed. Plus, the conversation in general is probably good for both of their nerves considering what they've lived through.
Fabula Amanti
I want a Grimoire, but I got books.
- Location
- Singapore
As a Princess she's probably trained to look for tells and signs expected of Dwarves and understand the obvious and hidden meanings of various Dwarven cultures.
Rangers, it seems, were a neglected spot in her education due to them being on the fringes of acceptable society. Add in the MC's unorthodox nature and behaviour and she's likely getting confused by him. Though the suppressing of grief would be obvious.