[PyrosNine]

If a Male noble shows up of course, it'll not be Pyros you drop a bridge on or something (He is in fact on his way to the equivalent of Pismo beach after he shows some trees what for!), but his brother/cousin/nephew Nein who is slightly more Dwarven by virtue of having facial hair (sexy evil goatee) but is still oddly taller than most dwarves, but manages to hide it quite splendidly by being drunken and violent.

Anywho, in case anyone still cares about what King Pyros is doing:

Weyard: Date/Time: Winter.
It has come to this. I have hit an epiphany of sorts, a brick wall of the mind that I have o'erleaped: I am no longer a King!

It is just as much a shock as anything else I have ever known or believed, but here, surrounded by the unbearded and traveling with Elves with mind crossbow bolts, where no one even knows of the great Dwarven monarchy. To protect my regal self when I first met these boys I have avoided revealing my noble nature, swapping YOUR ETERNAL MAJESTY, MAY YOUR HAMMER STRIKE LAST IN ALL MATTERS, King Pyros for "Mister Pyros", but after several days of this, and a brief period of Knurd, I feel my feet firmly pressed on the common ground.

I have made things with my hands, something I haven't done since I was a wee lad, and for once, I've actually tried speaking the dwarven tongue, which is just like any other tongue but with a scot/irish strong man accent. I have struck down random foes, just like those peons outside my castle have done, and believe it or not, I just climbed up a blasted tower as far from the earth as possible, surrounded by a frigid blue ocean, bluer than my mother's eyes. To beat the crap out of some blue haired flaming clown at the top no less. I have had to do menial work even! Limbs do not stitch on themselves.

This is a both glorious and troubling occasion. I was born to rule, even if at the end of a broken, horribly complicated family line of betrayals and poor kingdom management. Yet I am more alive than ever before, and far from the doom mines where my throne lay, amongst fine warriors: Can a Dwarve desire anything more? I spend enough under the earth and amongst old stone anyway nowadays. Yet still, there were things I had intended to do as King, there were important actions to be done, and vital secrets I, and I alone knew that were possibly the only salvation of Dwarven kind. I cannot be specific here, in a mere journal to describe the depths that I know, but it has to do with a saboteur in the Dwarven ranks, a dark insidious evil that it worships, another, slightly less dark being with a kickass name, and some sort of evil book. I am not sure how a book could be evil, being made out of trees, which as everyone knows, are unthinking things only existing to be knocked down with an axe and made into more chests for bedrooms. You can never have enough chests. Speaking of chests, a girl has joined the party, and her name--well, I suppose I'd best not make fun even in my diary, she's a sweet one.

Now where was I? Ah yes, Dark secrets. Dwarvenkind is in for some dark days, while I sun it up in a land of plenty. I am not even sure this land feels the same touch of death and horror of my own, and what maps I have seen are lacking in depth! It's as if no one has bothered following the seas as far as they can go or something.

I am at a crossroads. I will remain with these adept youths, until I can obtain another ship (Though now that I think about it, how did I get here? Did I actually take a ship?) and make my way home, and take my rightful place as king amongst my people. If I am unable to, then by Armok, I will take the new destiny handed to me and follow these young'uns as far as the golden sun will take me.

Signed...
The former King, Pyros.

Water Maiden: Goodnight Mister Pyros!

Pyros: Aye, Goodnight lass. Goodnight.