DARKEYE
Not the strongest win the battle —
An eternal fire. For the dwarves, such a place was a sign of their god Angorosh. A flame that does not go out. It burns with such stubbornness that neither stone nor water is able to suffocate it. They were formed from the hot blood of the earth. The beards are still the deformations of the hot lava. They were just as stubborn. But why he was really here. He needed rest. He did not doubt Kor or Angorosh. It was just that the war had cost many friends their lives. Hard times bring out a hard generation of people. Even a weak generation when it is too easy. What was true now, however, he did not know. Wars were often useless. There were few who fought for the right cause. But the brutality was in every man. Maybe he would find out something about the Ancient in a warm place. So much he already knew horns and a tail like a demon from his world. They prefer it warm but it is not a must. But they showed up right when Voice disappeared. That was no coincidence for him. Voice liked it cold and dark this deity liked it light and warm. The side of a coin one light the other dark. So he looked at the fire and tried to organize his thoughts. He smoked thereby comfortably at its pipe and tried its thoughts with little erflog into a direction to steer.
— the smartest do
Coding base by Sky
