Name: Sirroco
Race: Dwarf
Gender: Male
Skills: All points spent on hammerdwarf
Equipment: Crucible Steel War Hammer
Bio:
The Journal of Sirocco: TWELFTH AND FINAL ENTRY
Hey, diary!!!
I thought I'd take a break from all the carousing to finish my memoirs. All our friends are back at last! Even as I engrave this on the golden gates to Dwarfhalla (I know, it's very cheeky!) Eiba is crying with joy as he tumbles in the grass, surrounded by the souls of all the moles he's ever reared... Icedrake is reading stories to Markus and Leperfish... Jazzimus and Bobthethurd are clinking goblets and laughing about the good times, their mental anguish finally destroyed. Queen Sankis has joined the company of her forefathers and Screaming Idiot is, as I speak, constructing some sort of device for pumping clouds between astral planes.
The only one who's not here is Globofglob, of course... but I've written an appeal for him to be returned to us. I'm sure it was all just some sort of misunderstanding, ha ha ha! Everyone deserves a second chance... oh my, I'd better hurry this up! I haven't got much time. Now the fortress has died we've been told we're... what was it now? Ascending I think? Ascending where? I don't know!!! For all the suffering and horror that the Spawn visited upon us, no dwarf has died in vain. Everything we accomplished has led us to this point, this moment right now... we have met our makers and the glory of our ancestors awaits us.
I don't think I'm ready though. There are other worlds out there I haven't seen... who knows? Incredible as it may sound, there may be a fortress more wondrous than Syrupleaf somewhere... a land more-
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'Are you going to do that all day?' tehsid grumbled.
'Oh!' Sirocco yelped, jumping up. 'I still need to arrange my sandwiches. These ones are cucumber and THESE are tomato and lettuce, I know you have allergies-'
'Stop jabbering,' tehsid interrupted. 'It's time.' He squinted at the heavenly halls he'd called home these past few years. He'd never really looked at it before... he had to admit, it was very beautiful. It radiated a warm, golden glow. As he looked at the spires and minarets that encrusted its exterior, tehsid couldn't help but notice a certain... suspiciously gazebo-esque theme to the decorative facades. He dismissed the thought and listened. All that could be heard was the hearty laughter of the dwarves as they partied. The tears of the newly-reunited were flowing freely, but they were happy tears. These weren't halls... this was The Fortress... the soul of Syrupleaf. With a sound like a thousand choruses of angels, it rose into the sky and disappeared, embarking on its last journey to the greatest of Mountainhomes.
The two dwarves watched solemnly. 'You didn't have to stay you know,' tehsid said at last. 'You could have gone with them.'
Sirocco swung his backpack over his shoulder and slid Patsy III into his belt. 'One day,' he grinned. 'One day. But today? Today is a day for adventure!'
tehsid laughed, and together they journeyed in a direction impossible to indicate on any map towards adventure. Towards a new life. And the future.
Sirroco decides that this would be a great place for Patsy(the war hammer) to make some friends!
