-~- A New Beginning -~-

[Soggy365 162]

Aldal Irehearts strolls forward to the great altar which dominates the layout of the Temple of The Brathmordakin in Kal'Omith. He seems at ease now, as though a great weight has fallen from his shoulders. His usual accent held back with an effort to allow for anyone listening to understand him, he begins to speak in a deep, bass rumble.

 

"Sons and daughters of Urguan, visitors from foreign lands, all of you good people gathered here today. I make this speech on a subject you have all long expected, and it is to be my last speech as Prophet of Anbella. The clergy has failed you. In recent years, to the fault of many and not just any one factor, its activity has fallen greatly and it is but a husk of its former self. This is no state for the religion of a proud nation. Many of our members have been gone from time to time, entertaining other duties in various other aspects of their lives. This is unacceptable from religious leaders, and I make no effort to distinguish myself from them, for I was part of the problem. It is for this reason that I have decided to humbly take my leave from Da Kirkja Dverga today, after making a few appointments. It would be a woeful crime for myself, or for any other clergy members who lack the passion that this vocation requires, to carry on aimlessly with their work, when we could so easily resolve this issue with the promotion of people who will truly value and cherish the roles they are set to be given."

 

The flame-haired dwarf looks into the eyes of all those assembled in the monumental temple, coughing into his free hand to clear up his throat before continuing at the top of his voice.

 

"Da Kirkja Dverga requires strong leadership and devotion to rise from its ashes. Many moons ago, a prophesy was made, a prophesy which foresaw the arrival of fresh blood to our ancient institution, and as a result of this, a new era of change and success for the clergy. That time is now, the prophesy almost fulfilled. Our ranks have been flooded once more with devoted dwedmar, who have thrown themselves willingly into the hustle and bustle of religious fervor. They have, time and time again, proven their worthiness more than even the current leadership of the clergy has. As such, they have shown themselves as more able and willing to lead than any who now do. Where we foresaw the coming of one brilliant dwed to take up the reins of this age-old establishment, we were wrong. Indeed, three such dwedmar of Urguan, who I have listed previously, presented themselves before us. Their actions, viewed often by many of you, the populace of Kal'Omith, were influenced by the Brathmordakin themselves and shone a light on the true scope of their faith. Wulfgar Grandaxe, Morug Goldhand and Baldin Frostbeard, step forward."

 

Aldal examines each of the dwarves as they bow to the vast monument representing Yemekar which stands behind the altar. He waits until they raise their heads, and then speaks once more, clearer and more loudly than before.

 

"Here, people of Kal'Omith, stand the pride of Da Kirkja Dverga. Three dedicated, faithful dwedmar who embody the very essence of our religion and are vessels of the gods' will. However, only one dwed can stand above the rest as our link with the gods. His work, while very nearly matched by his compatriots', shimmered above and beyond the rest, and portrayed to us, the Council of Prophets, his virtue. That dwarf is Morug Goldhand, High Prophet of Da Kirkja Dverga! He will usher our proud people into a new age of glory. Such will be the influence of the new High Prophet's clergy that all true children of Urguan shall, once again, tremble at the might of the Brathmordakin, and offer their services willingly to their religion! A new era is coming friends. It is an era of happiness for all of Urguan's sons and daughters, and the dwed at its helm will be the High Prophet."

 

He then waits for the cheers of the crowds to die down, before addressing Wulfgar and Baldin.

 

"Do not be disheartened. For you, noble dwed of great faith, shall rise with Morug to glory. You shall guide him, loyal and steadfast, as his Prophets. You two shall join Gror Ireheart, Prophet of Dungrimm, as members of the Council of Prophets. With this having been said, I will take my leave of the clergy. I thank you all for the support you have shown me throughout these years. Tharggus Irongut, also, has withdrawn his membership from the Council of Prophets. This means that, aside from Wulfgar, Gror and Baldin, a space for one further Prophet remains. Morug himself shall elect this candidate. I beseech each and every one of you to enter clergy life, if you should so choose, and assist the new leadership of Da Kirkja Dverga with the renewal of faith they have set in motion."

 

With a deep bow, Aldal Ireheart finishes his speech. He gestures towards the new Council of Prophets and High Prophet, calling for applause. With his speech done, he slips into the crowd of dwarves in the temple, whispering, "Narvak oz Yemekar."

[mateolog 1623]

Baldin bows humbly.

 

" Et es mi honor to serve tha gods, and their high prophet. As Wyrvun has revealed tu mi tha a worthy high prophet will come forth, one tha will breng tha gods light upon the dwebs."

[Guest Guest]

Morug respectfully bows to Aldal and his newly appointed fellow prophets, "A great 'onor 'as been bestowed upon meh by teh gods and I will nay dissapoint them. It is time fer a new Age of Dwed. An age were Brathmordakin and Dwed rule together te preserve teh greatness of this world gifted te us by Yemekar's and 'is Ruhn Anvil. I will officialeh beh clanless as te make sure my judgement nay be fueled by ambition." 

 

 

[Zezimus 1523]

Wulfgar Grandaxe offers a respectful bow of his head as Aldal finishes speaking.

 

"Aye, it is a great honour to act in servitude ov t'e clergy once again. Oi will du' my best to succeed ye as t'e Prophet of Anbella, my old friend, n' oi wish you all t'e best for whatever t'e days ahead 'ave laid out for you. May 'oigh Prophet Morug lead us into a new age ov enloightenment, as t'e gods 'ave willed it!"

[Dtrik 330]

"Oh shoite." Dangren remembers how he saw Baldin get smashed by an olog the other day. "Must of not had the gods on his side," He thinks to himself

[Dreek 1633]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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