[Short story]
Drifting, that would be the right word to describe his current state. A strange cloak veiled the world, clouding his vision, hearing or sense of smell. Without a notion of time or whereabouts, he drifted. He could see no sky nor ground "Where am I? Would this be the halls of waiting? Am I dead?". A mild breeze was felt and for a moment the veil was lifted, before him he saw images of the dead. Corpses of dwarves and orcs alike lying hewn and dead on a battlefield covered by feasting crows. The veil covered this horrid image and he was drifting once more. After a while sounds of groaning and screams of pain filled the air sucking him into a maelstrom of grief. Chaotic sensations surrounded him, and he could only scream of terror as he was sucked into a void.
Yet there he saw it, one silverblue light. He was drawn to it, that is where he had to go. All his hope was focused on getting to the light, while the void was trying to pull him the other way. He was progressing, he could almost touch the light, almost! All of a sudden he heard an enchanting voice "Hang on! Stay with me!". It was a (dwarf) womans voice, full of determination. His attention was torn between the light and her voice. The moment passed and he was sucked into another Maelstorm of chaos and terror. The veil lifted and found himself surrounded by orcs who were looking down at him viciously. He tried to pick up his battleaxe, but it was too heavy, they were going to kill him. One orc stabbed his barbed blade in his leg, that was when he heard her voice again "No! we are losing him!". A jolt of pain was felt in his right leg, and he saw it was cut clean off. The veil covered the world again and he begged to get out of this world.
The light illuminated his world again, stronger this time. It was done. Yet, right before he would be embraced by starlight, the veil uncovered her face. It was the most beautiful dwarrow lass he had ever seen. A beard red as fire, eyes as pure sapphires, her lips... he wanted her. The starlight faded and he followed her face, her voice..
Rurna had almost given up. After she amputated his leg she thought he would pass to the Halls of waiting. Against all odds, Allfar Orcbane sprang up from his fieldbed and kissed Rurna full on her mouth. Rurna was overthrown by this and found herself lost in his embrace. This is how Allfar Orcbane met Rurna one day after the battle of Azanulbizar, the parents of Ullfar.
