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Hammerbeard first challenged the suitor dwarves To fetch two bits of bone and two bat wings From the surrounding hills, to prove That they valued the foundation of marriage. Grumphilda, a tempestuous beauty, Grew tired of these boring games most quickly. She demanded her suitors wrestle for her hand! To prove that they were not brave, but also had brawn. Let it be known that doe-eyed Grumphilda Sighed many nights, and in her secret heart still longed for the warm embrace of her intended That heroic halfling that perished in the ocean. Grumphilda watched with considerable glee as the dwarven men wrestled in the grass and dirt After several hours, she had had enough And Hammerbeard laid precedent for the third trial [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] “A race from the gates of Kaladim to the docks!” Hammerbeard declared. “And then my daughter Shall decide for whom she has the most desire to give her hand for eternal marriage!” The falcons flying above Butcherblock that day, had never before seen dwarves Fly with such speed upon the rock face Of that lowly world. At length, Grumphilda declared Stolie The winner of their race. And she designed to take his hand for marriage. For Stolie had proved most admirable of all the Suitors. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.] After a much needed feast, the proceedings began. The ceremony was held by the sea Grimbil the halfling Cleric presided as officiator. Things were merry. The weather warm. Grumphilda happy! | ||
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