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In memory of Relg Firebeard the dwarf Assassin

He was descended from the old Firebeard clan that had founded the great dwarven cities of Nogrod and Belegost, when the world was young. Yet, Relg and his faithful brother Shaik were not born in those days. They were placed, as Mahal wished, in perhaps the most perilous time in our history. It was the time of the waning of dwarvish might, but not our dwarvish pride.

For in his youth, he followed his brother Shaik and entered into the halls of Baruk Khazad-dum. At that time, this band of khazbds tempered him into the khazbd that was loved and forever revered under the mountain. He was neither a knave nor king, but a brother. His path which Mahal had set out was that of action. As an equal, his actions brought pride and honor not only for himself but also for his new home and friends.

His honor lay not in how many enemies he slew or positions he held; it was in his determination against the evil that besieged us all. Yet he strove too hard. For he went to defend our home in Erebor, alone, and was last seen in a midst of orcs, screaming “Baruk Khazad! Khazad aimenu!”

So it is with a heavy heart, I finish his last ale and look forward to the day when we reunite in the halls set apart for us.

This text is copied from the memorial, which can be found in Erebor. It was carved by Josi Stonepipe.