The First Strikes – The Collective’s Tribute
We travel tae *every smithy in the collective, the weight o’ our loss **pressed upon our backs. One by one, the smiths *step forth, grips firm upon their hammers.
They strike the anvil *three times for Glynn—once **for his life, once **for his legacy, once *for the kin lost before him.
Then, separately, they strike *three times for Cat—once **for his journey among us, once **for the name he carried in spirit, once *for the kin lost before him.
The clangs *carry far, each strike **a mark upon history, ringing through the halls *so none forget.
The Warrior’s Seven – The Final Call
Gathered within the *Whalan compound, deep within **Mt Druitt, the air hangs heavy wi’ *smoke, steel, an’ grief.
Upon the grand anvil, *seven strikes ring out for Glynn, **seven for Cat—marking them properly as warriors, setting their *names into stone an’ steel itself.
The mountain *carries their echoes, the collective **binds their memory, an’ Moradin *sees them home.
The Eulogy – Abercrombie’s Promise
“I stand before kith an’ kin, the fire casting long shadows, the mountain itself listening.
Glynn o’ the Whalan name—ye carried steel wi’ purpose, bore the weight o’ our blood wi’ pride, an’ walked the path Moradin set before ye without falter. In battle, ye stood firm, never yielding, never breaking, never allowing the fire in yer heart tae dim. Yer name will not fade, nor will yer deeds be forgotten—the mountain holds ye now, but so does history. Ye lived as a warrior, an’ so ye will rest among them.
Cat—ye came tae us wi’out a name, but ye left wi’ one forged in steel an’ fire. Though ye were nae born o’ dwarven stone, yer spirit was tempered like the finest metal, shaped by the hands o’ kin, an’ bound tae us wi’ bonds that could never be severed. Ye walked among us as blood, ye fought beside us as family, an’ so ye will rest among us as one o’ our own.
This mountain shall hold ye, but never forget ye. Steel doesnae rust in Whalan hands, an’ neither does memory.
I swear this oath, before ye all, before Moradin, before stone an’ steel—ye will be honoured. An’ if vengeance still waits upon the road, ye will see it done. We do not forget. We do not falter.
The forge will burn in yer names, the anvil will ring in yer honour, an’ we will walk forward, carrying ye wi’ us always.”
The words *settle, the oath is **bound, an’ the *interment begins.
The Mountain Holds Them
Their remains are placed within the *mountain’s depths, where **Whalan ancestors rest, beneath stone that shall *never break nor fade.
Each step forward carries *their memory, each forge **holds their name, an’ the road ahead *bears their weight.
Their fight *is done, but ours *continues.
