Character Name  :Brucie Understones       Height : 4'0"
 Character Race  :Abel Dwarf      Weight :  150
 Background      :Acolyte Age    :   73
 Alignment       : N      Eyes   :   Blue-ish
 Deity           : Dwarven Pantheon       Hair   : Blonde | Beard: Green Tips
 Total Level     : 02     Size   :  Medium
 Current XP      :        Speed  :   25

Wearing:
Chain Shirt
Shield (Ehrenguard)
Cracked Holy Symbol of Scmolde, infused with dark material
Carries: Pike - Warhammer
Is: uncomfortable and sweaty.

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Brucie had waited his whole life for this moment. The last 50 years leading to this single culminating event. He would complete the Dwarven ceremony of the Titans, a rare ceremony that bonded one's soul with an Angel in the Dwarven Pantheon. He would rise to become a cleric in the service of the gods and further his family's honor. The young dwarf carefully combed his blond beard and
meticulously checked himself in the mirrors before a soft voice reassured him. "You look like a Prince Brucie." His mother's voice soothed from the hallway. The young dwarf rose up proud and beamed with joy.
"Mother it is through you I channel the Beardmother's strength. I fear when I am accepted into the church I may not see you for some time. I pray my faith doth not wane."
"Oh Brucie, it is with pride your father and I send you to learn with your uncle and our family in the halls of our people. You of all have been chosen to recieve Schmodle's angel and your voice will carry the words of the Titans. You shall be a great light in a dark world son." Brucie's mother wiped away tears before anointing his brow with oil. She too was a cleric in the church and together they walked to the great chamber.

Before Brucie even walked in the chamber he could feel the magic reverberating from the great room. The ancient clerics chanted a slowly and solumnly and the smell of incense almost overwhelmed Brucie when the guardian opened the door. The clerics chanting continued and around a white stone pedestal several ancient clerics held censors filled with intoxicating fumes. His own father stood amongst the clerics in the inner circle.
Their voices lost individually in a hum of radiating chants. He approached the marble pedestal saying the words he had memorized. The High Dwarven Dialect was laborious to prounounce and each word held the weight of generations past. To foul the ritual would be to bring shame/
An elegant scroll was laid a top the pedestal, silver and gold writing edged the paper but the contract was still blan. With his head swimming from the fumes Brucie completed the words, placed his hand on the paper and darkness overtook him.




"He's waking up." "Shh" hissed another voice. It was dark, impossibly dark as the Dwarf's consciousness returned. "What, who. Who said..." The dwarf's memory was fuzzy. In his mind he heard small voices and the voices moved around him as though he was in a cloud.
"Such pretty eyes." one voice said, "To bad he cannot see."
"Why would he pick one of those" contempt was thick on the sprite's tongue.
"Are you, Schmolde?" The dwarf's voice echoed around the empty blackness answered only by giggles.

"Silly stout body, you are honored to be chosen." Yes the second voice replied. "A war comes, and you have been chosen as witness. Schmolde is too far for you to reach."
"yes, we found you first."
"Who are..." a great rumbling shook the dwarf's mind and gradually the darkness lifted to reveal the faces of several dwarven elders looking down with a look of concern and anger.

"Did you speak to the ancient one? Where you chosen?" The asked eagerly.

"I'm not sure, I heard two voices." The elders looked shocked, one had reached down to help Brucie to his feat but pulled his hand away in disgust leaving the young dwarf to fall back flat on his back in the stone chamber. All around him the once prestine and intimidating stone ritual room was not ablaze with vibrant color flashes and magical trails filling the air with sparkles.

"What? oh me head." Brucie had the worse headache of his life. Even after studying for 4 days on the summoning ritual had been more forgiving than this pain.