I just got off the phone with Rubberneck about it a few minutes ago. I don’t know what to say. I guess I’m hoping tdn is wrong. Auto was my SDMB PIC.
I’m assuming it is true at this point, but hoping beyond hope that its not. It’s a huge shock and I am still hoping to learn that this is a huge misunderstanding.
Babale
November 6, 2012, 3:19am
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… Oh my God, are you serious? That’s terrible!
AClockworkMelon:
Hob continues pushing his way through the crowd of dwarves, occasionally stopping as he is violently mashed between two or three soldiers here and there. He finally stumbles into a pocket a few yards behind the main line, Dur’dan’s corpse in an untidy pile at its center. A length of chainmail has been ripped free from his breastplate and his left arm is twisted at an impossible angle. The large battleaxe that has served him faithfully until now is nowhere to be seen, but his backup weapon, little more than a hatchet, is clutched firmly in his right hand. His shield and helm are gone and his beard has come uncoiled from his belt, settled in a puddle of gore beside Dur’dan where it is soaking up blood.
*“Why don’t we smoke them out?!”
“Bahahaha!”
“Can’t we just shoo 'em away?”
“Not an option, hin.”
“And hin, don’t touch a thing, including that crown, or I’ll be taking your hands as trophies.”
“Now is not the time for goodbyes hin! Try and get that door open!”
“Preparing to run away, yes sir!”
“None of us are dead yet!”
“Indeed. We all did marvelous.”
“For now, any way we can gather more of that mithril?”
“I’m sure there is more ahead. I can feel it in me beard.”
“That’ll do hin, that’ll do…”*
The halfling takes a tentative step closer to the fallen dwarf, at a loss for words.
And Dur’dan’s chest rises with a rasping breath. “… maybe…” He lives! It’s hard to hear what he’s saying, his voice is a quiet and weary moan. Hob rushes to the longbeard, taking a knee at his side. “… work to do…” Dur’dan’s weazing is difficult to make out. Hob casts panicked glances all around him for someone who can help. All the dwarves are engaging the enemy to the west. He’s on his own. *
Damnit… and here I was saying I was going to axe murder him. So fucking gay. This will remain one of my favorite posts that kind of summed up our connection on SDMB.