A most unusual paladin
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"hmm somone went through here like a natural disaster ey?"
Thoril, High Priest of Moradin and head of Clan Stonehammer, glanced over at the dwarf who had spoken and nodded his assent. The dwarves had heard that a tribe of orcs had set up a possible permanent camp here, and as it was fairly close to Stonehold, they had come out to investigate and drive them out if necessary and in the case of orcs it had always been. Though someone had beaten them to it it seemed. "Let's take a look anyway boys."
The dwarves began poking around the wreckage. They could find nothing of any value left. They came across wreckage of what appeared to be a crude prison perhaps.
"Bodies in here seem to be mostly human sir"
Thoril came over to investigate himself, something he always liked to do incase he would see something that had been missed, though it was rare as his boys were usually efficient. "Something is stirring there" he said, pointing to a bit of wreckage with a female human body under it, as something moved under the body.
The other dwarves immediately formed a wall around their clan leader, whilst a pair of them moved aside the mess.
"I'll be" said one of them " 'peers to be a little half breed under thar"
Thoril stepped past his guards and came over to investigate. A little half-orc, perhaps about 3 to 4 years of age peered back at him. The little one snuffled a bit, and was shaking in the cold. It appeared he had been silently crying.
"I'll put it out of its misery" said one dwarf, stepping up behind Thoril and brandishing his axe. the little half orc's eyes went wide and he scooted back.
"Hold your axe Haril" said Thoril. He kneeled down in front of the boy and peered into the childs eyes. Something inside him moved and he was visited with a divine feeling. He pulled off his fur cloak and wrapped it around the boy. "We will take him back to Stonehold with us"
"What!" exclaimed Haril "Thoril are ye mad? what the blazes are we gonna do with a filthy orc half breed!"
Thoril turned to look at his brother. "The All Father wishes it and we shall follow his will Haril." He helped the boy up and they started the march back to Stonehold. "you have a name yet lad?" Thoril asked the boy
"Gorul" the boy replied.
Thoril nodded and put his arm around the boy.….14ish years later.....
"Lad come here" said Thoril
Gorul looked up from where he was scrubbing the floor around Moradin's Alter, rose, and walked over to his father.
"Moradin has finally shown me your path" said Thoril. "Everythin i have taught you and trained you in has led to this. He wishes you to be one of his holy warriors"
Gorul looked down at his father , shocked. "I...I don't know what to say...why would the All Father want me to be one of his holy warriors?"
"Lad i don't question the All Father's will and neither should ye" Thoril said kindly. "It is his will. Ye are as dwarvish as any uf us born that way lad" he said smiling "so much so ye even won over your uncle Haril. He may seem gruff with ye but i know him well enough to know he has come to love ya." He looked up at Gorul "Lad ye have been as good a son as i could want, as good as if ye were my son by birth and im proud of ya. Now pack your travelling things for ye shall set out soon."
Two days later Gorul stood at the entrance to Stonehold with Thoril and Haril. "Well boy" said Haril "We are finally gettin rid of ya. I guess i will say try not to get yerself killed at least"
"Thank you uncle" said Gorul, smiling and pretending not to see the few tears in the gruff dwarf's eyes.
"The All Father will guide your steps lad. Make Moradin and Clan Stonehammer proud son" said Thorl, tears in his eyes as well.
"I will father" said Gorul, wrapping his father in a smothering hug before rising and heading down the road.character: Gorul Stonehammer
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