The Will Of Our Gods

[Lima 774]

 

 

Lori had heard the claim one last time.

"Praise Kjellos."

He had heard to much, the fact it had been mentioned at a clan meeting drove him far past the point where any reasonable man bearing faith to the Brathmordakin could stand, and he had left the meeting fuming at the heresy of it.

 

It is not only he had grown to resent, the church its self in his view was a broken institution as well. He reasoned it did not facilitate the dwarven arts, its functions were broken, members corrupt. 

In his view, the will of our gods had been politicised.

With a heart burdened hate he managed to come to reason. The far found intelligence of his ancestors did not originate from the pit in which the church he had served believed, indeed the nation was believing in a faith that was nothing but the twisted teachings gathered by squandered old men and delusionals who merely wished to twist history for their favour. 

He would not stand for it. He approached his Grand King, and declared his resignation from the church, and decried his clan as a blood cult who had for fitted their faith for gluttony, greed and ignorance to the truth he saw.

And with that, he stepped out of the city. He had a few allies still scattered within the Kingdom, and he held better trust in them and their reason than he did with these.. heretics.

"Praise Yemekar, Praise 'em all..."

Lori's pilgrimage had begun.

[Imam Faiz Kharadeen 3167]

 

 

"Praise Faiz Kharadeen."

 

(Fixed it)

[Ricky 321]

Darzain nods slowly "Aye I 'ave siblings in da loony bucket!"

[Travista 1361]

"Harhar..." Shreck snorts "Der am nub gohdz, unleh zpiretz, zilleh..."

[Tirenas 677]

"Ah shame, realleh. Lori wos ah good lad."

[VampsWillDie 76]

 The Conductor sits alone at the top of the Spire of Embermoor, with a light smile on her face. She remembers some years ago when this particular dwarf, Lori, had attacked her for a truly no good reason. He wouldn't listen to reason. She wasn't even a cultist at that point, not known anyway. She wasn't even doing anything particularly evil. She was defending herself, truthfully. He stabbed her, and dragged her around for leagues upon leagues.

 

"Gods..." She muses on such a notion, before her smile cracks into a wide grin.

 

"I hope he gets crucified!!!"

 

Gwendolyn cackles madly, sat on the precarious overhang of the spire, her feet kicking wildly as she flops onto her back, gripping her heaving and malnourished stomach, tears of mad joy streaming down her cheeks.

 

"I hope the dirty little midget burns!"

 

 She seems absolutely gleeful of the circumstances.

[AIHuman 81]

Grand Marshal and arbiter Verthaik Frostbeard nods to Lori as he departs from Urguan, saying his farewell.
 

"Farewell an' may Ogradhad guide yeh to enloightenmen'on yer pilgrimage. Yer services to teh Gran' kingdom shall nay beh forgotten an' yhe will beh welcome back anehtoime yeh return."

[Bobby123 115]

As Lori walk up to the shine of Anbella on his pilgrimage a small letter is found, its light brown colour and high quality marks it out as Irongut paper, the edges are gold trimmed in leaf, the work of a master blacksmith evident.

The letter read's;

"Lori ye where and still are my friend, one of the most clever and holy dwarfs there ever was, we had good times like in the fringe with you on that bloody gate, and bad times, you know what i mean. I am sorry ye believe the quality of the church is down, and frankly it might be, but i will fix it. The day ye return your position as prophet will be with you, as it is with you now. I would like the share some of them damn good ideas you have on our gods  and maybe a game of chess? Anbella always be with you, and some day, for fek's sake come back."

~ Sharr Irongut 

In the letter is found a large pure gold coin, with the face of Urguan upon it, a small engraving on it reads

"Watch the road's, dirty fuking human bandits"

[JVQ 1719]

Timothy shakes his head, "The Irehearts aren't allowed to worship or praise someone they believe to be the founder of their clan? He is a paragon for yemekars sake, just because you are goin to try and make some petty power grab for high prophet don't mean you have to leave and forsake any kin you had left. Vorstag would be disappointed!" He growls as he seemingly knows every detail

[Cairn 9]

Angus looks up upon hearing the news, from were he had been cleaning up his weapons. He gives a slow, thoughtful nod in the direction of the crowds watching Lori set off.

 

"Hm... a worthy Dwed, tha' Loreh. 'Ope 'e gets 'ome safe. Me uncle and aunt were alwaeh tryin' tae git me tae 'onourin' the Brathmordakin, git me aweh from messin' aboot in th' pubs wit' me mates an' follow th' teachin's o' the Dwed. N'er realleh stopped feckin' aboot in th' pubs, but I always give a mention tae Dungrimm 'r Yemekar when it be th' right momen'. I 'ope 'e's wrong, an' the ol' ways are nae dyin' on us. Culture's an impart'nt t'ing 'roond 'ere."

 

Some folks look at Angus strangely for talking to himself aloud. Angus simply goes back to polishing his axe with a chuckle.

[Fimlin 1997]

Fimlin cries tears of joy.

[Lita 677]

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