Infernal fire in Oren

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T’was the fourteenth of the Snow’s Maiden, I, Verizon Irongrinder and company marching along to meet with the Emperor of Mankind in Oren’s capital. The mighty and long-standing Irongrinder Clan, seated high upon the Obsidian Throne lead this throng, a tense time indeed. I knew such meetings ended in naught but pain and slaughter like the barbarians of old, as the past displays for all to see. The Dwed and their righteous king Zahrer stepped along the lavish path of the Imperial Throne room, all eyes were set upon the Emperor of mankind, who sought to judge the souls of those standing before him. Nauzica and Holy Men near to validate the claims made by those of Great Urguan’s opposing faction. The High King Frostbeard arrived shortly after, accompanied by those the Warnation of Krugmar, their Rex and a number of great Uruk warlords whose prowess was oft unmatched. It was they first who shouted aloud of the supposed treachery and unholy actions of Zahrer and his ilk, speaking of Iblees and Khorvad, of black magic and unholy ritual.

 

For the whole of this undesired meet, the threshold of war came ever nearer, till all fell silent as the Emperor brought forth the corpse and crown of Zahrer Irongrinder, whom stood before all, living and of sound mind. So a query was presented, how could the Grand King live and walk as his corpse, of perfect likeness was on display here? T'was the Monks, their blessed magic saving his soul and reviving his very essence for his time on this world was not yet complete. Once such had been soundly proven, eyes turned to the High Consul, diplomatic leader of Urguan, t'was I, Verizon Irongrinder, cousin of the Grand King. “Truth!” They all demanded, even my allies now doubting my stalwart trustworthiness. A rune was spoken of, first by the Uruks, then by the men of Oren, a rune of truth, the holder of which could nae tell a lie.

 

The perfect means by which to bring this accusatory situation to an end, for an ultimatum would be quickly reached, as such was wholefully unavoidable. I knew my time had arrived, thinking back then, to my ancestors, my loving father teaching the “true way”, he called it. Lessons unlike those my young companions received, yet I kept them well hidden. Khorvad is the Manumitter, the freer of the bound soul, a true member of the elite echelon, of the Gods and Goddesses of the Dwedmar who had for so long cast his holy being aside in a veil of lies and slander. But my true beliefs mattered now, no longer could I hide my father's loving lessons, Aye, or Nay. T'was this simple black and white that would determine my fate.

 

Zahrer held forth the Rune of Anebella, passing it along to his kin, I, who offered back a look of uneasy frustration. The first query was simple, “Do you worship Iblees?”, no of course, for Khorvad is not Iblees. Yet it fell quickly apart, pressing the query, “Do you worship Khorvad?”, “Do you support Khorvad?” Such was unavoidable, no play of words could free me from the trap I had fallen into. “Aye.” The simple and eternally damning response was stated, plainly and for all to hear. Stricken with sadness at the betrayal of his own kin, Zahrer gave the order, “Take him.”.

 

My time has come to an end, and I will be with father soon, seated alongside Holy Khorvad in the Palace beneath the lands. As the great Warlord approached of the Clan Gorkil to take me away, I knew what must be done. Taking a firm hold of the Fire upon my belt, I smashed the liquid onto my arm, and it was then, that all flashed before mine golden eyes. I was in the right, now and forever. All will see the truth, when the Ironborn reclaim their blessed throne. As the storm of flames enveloped the area, the care within my heart faded, and the last feeling upon my being was of my very flesh turning to soup. I knew not the fate of those I once called brothers, for such was unimportant, all that once morally bound me crumbled away like the physicalities of my being. A shame I’d say, that more will not be joining me here, beneath the soil.

[MunaZaldrizoti 8037]

"Alchemist's Fire seems to be the trending suicide choice within the last fifty years," Aenora Raven would roll her eyes, taking a sip of her spiced rum.

[colovian fur 8360]

Just now, EternalSaturn said:

"Alchemist's Fire seems to be the trending suicide choice within the last fifty years," Aenora Raven would roll her eyes, taking a sip of her spiced rum.

 

caius wonders if people can get more creative

[CaptainBrock 254]

bardo nods to rodrik "it seems our truth runes have worked, ay?" he says with a wink, before returning to his studies.

[Thatpyrodude 2008]

3 hours ago, joey calabreeni said:

caius wonders if people can get more creative

 

"I'm a trendsetter." Mutters Philip from the seven

[Ducklingator 795]

On 14.9.2017 at 6:05 AM, joey calabreeni said:

caius wonders if people can get more creative

 

lilach suggests the invention of guns

[devvy 1348]

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

 

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