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Shadow of the Golem Colossus


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A sequence of runes illuminate the main chamber of the Colossus Golem, as the dwarves stood gathered round, faces plastered with expressions of awe as the runic lexicon hummed to life, and Tyvald Kornazkarrum entered the room as an apparition. He appeared forged not from flesh nor stone, but of runic light, animated with life by forgotten spells. The figure started speaking, its voice a metallic mimicry of the Runelord, an echo reverberating throughout the hollow chamber of the runic behemoth for all the khazadmar to hear as it told the tale of the fallen behemoth.

 

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“Logged year 392 of the Firs’ Age...This is Runelord Tyvald Kornazkarum recountin’ teh arrival ov teh dervas tu Karik.” 

 

The spectre blinked occasionally, its form dimming with every other sentence it spoke. Each dwedmar within the chamber was awestruck, their eyes gleaming at the wondrous machine of past glory. 

 

“It was nae long ago after the imprisonmen’ of Ondnarch inside the Kal’Varak that the dervas clans set out frum Aegis for t’is new land. T’ere our trek north was blocked by a passweh of water which we named t’e Strait of Barradin after our beloved king. After meetin’ the strait, we turned west ta find a mountain range, where we carved a home amidst the mountains boi the name of Karik. In Karik, the dervas were tasked ta guard the burial of the Kal’Varak in a chamber deep beneath the city. Inside t’is chamber, t’ey placed two dragon statues to ward against aneh who dared to disturb et... Ah swear t’ey were genuine beasts w’en ah first saw ‘em, sent ah shivah down meh beard!”

 

The runic lexicon shut off momentarily, the form of this dwarven phantom fading as the machine turned face, to reveal another crystal embedded within. A stream of runic lettering flowed from the ruby gem and gathered to form Tyvald once more, a prevalent loud ring sounding out as if powering up.

 

“Logged year 457 ov teh Firs’ Age. 18th ov teh Grand ‘arvest. T’is is Tyvald Kornazkarumm recountin’ teh deat’ ov Thrummaz Barradin an’ Ovdun Kornazkarumm.”

 

This time, broken ferrum armor covered the dwarf’s body, and he appeared now with a solemn expression, the projection flickering as he spoke weakly, but sternly.

 

“Followin’ teh passing ov Thrummaz Barradin, teh clans ov Karik suspected moi own Kornazkarumm tu beh responsible fur et. Durin’ t’is conflict, meh brot’er, Ovdun, wus murdered... His deat’ sparked ah war between teh dervas clans of Karik against meh kin. Ovdun’s yung son Geim assumed leadership ov t’e Kornazkarumm n’ led our clan tu craft an armeh ov Ferrum Wardens t’at earned us ah stalemate agains’ our enemeh in teh Battle ov Ironflesh. Soh maneh dervas were lost t’at day… tu maneh lost...” 

 

The glowing figure sparked and flickered again, before the third lexicon sent an abrupt stream of dwarven runes into the holocron. The flickering image of the dwarf in armor faded before appearing again.

 

“Logged year 462 ov teh First Age, 31st ov teh Deep Cold. T’is is Tyvald Kornazkarumm recountin’ teh craftin ov teh Colossus an’ deat’ ov Geim Kornazkarumm.”

 

The dwarf now seemed to be huddled in a forest, rubbing his hands together for warmth above a small fire as he spoke between shivers.

 

“Teh Kornazkarumm ‘ave set up camp en teh wilderness tu teh nort’ ov Barradin’s Strait tu protect t’ose t’at survived teh Battle ov Ironflesh. Meh nephew, Geim, asked meh tu craft ah golem far larga t’an teh Ferrum Wardens or even teh great behemoth guardians ov Khaz’Urguan. Ah call et teh Colossus, forged ova teh lengt’ ov t’ree stone years, et tuk evereh ‘and ov teh Kornazkarumm tu finish. Et nearleh reaches teh tips ov teh clouds! Geim an’ aye were certain teh Colossus would defeat teh Karik clans… Bot befo’ he ‘ad ah chance tu see et, Geim wus slain defendin’ teh pat’ tu teh Colossus… Leavin’ meh en charge ov teh Kornazkarumm... Bot, weh did defeat teh Karik clans, slaying dozens ov t’eir kin an’ sendin’ teh rest runnin’... Et wus ah massacre, ah ‘orrid, ‘orrid massacre…” 

 

The sound of clanking metal echoed around him as the images flickered again, fading in and out. The fourth and final damaged crystal spat and sparked, sending the corrupted line of dwarven runes into the holocron. The ancient dwarf faded into view, pictured in the very same chamber of the Colossus’s chest as the dwarves were now standing.

 

“Logged year 478 ov teh First Age, 29th ov teh Second Seed. T’is is Tyvald Kornazkarumm recountin’ teh journeh ov teh Kornazkarumm across teh great sea.”

 

Rushing water could be heard from behind the dwarf, his speech weak and broken up in corrupted sputters.

 

“Even Barradin’s folk ‘ave now turned against us fur teh slaughta ov teh Karik clans, callin’ et a mass kinslay… Can nay say ah blame t’em. Et wus an abuse ov Dungrimm’s honor, killin’ our own blud loike t’at… Weh ‘ave decided tu travel ensoide ov teh Colossus now, lettin’ teh currents guide us as we search fur a new land. Aftah sendin’ out ah few lads a’ead aboard scoutin’ rafts, weh ‘ave finalleh soighted a forested land wit’ mountains big enuff, beneath which we can construct t’e device tah summon th-” 

 

A thundering slam of metal interrupted the ancient dwarf, knocking him to the ground. The shouts and screams of dwarves followed it.

 

“Tyvald! Teh Colossus is goin’ down! An ebon drake ‘as struck our left flank!” 

 

The ancient dwarf sprang from the floor, pulling a shimmering blade from his purple and golden cloak. The images of the scene sparked and crackled, only faint echoes being heard as the connection faded. 

 

“Eyes on meh moi kin! Down tu teh gate!” 

 

The sounds of rushing water flowing into the Colossus’s chambers could be heard from the apparition as the damaged lexicon dimmed down, before cutting out completely. 

 

 

The expedition of modern Urguani dwarves huddled in the heart of the Colossus remained stunned at what they had witnessed, a marvel of lost runic engineering unseen for a century. For this purpose as they searched the chambers and returned to their camp, Grand King Norli Starbreaker hesitated and paused on the ridge of a dune, gazing at the great Colossus encased in sand. He beckoned to Yemekar’s Pick, Dorimnur Goldhand, and gestured to the ground, mumbling a simple order.

 

“We have work to do.”

 


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MANDATE OF EXCAVATION

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Centuries ago after the initial victory over Ondnarch, Terror of the North, by King Barradin Silverbeard, there was a great sum of khazadmar who left Khaz’Urguan known as the Dervas, and settled into far away lands. After the Great Collapse and Blood Age spurred by the Ironborn dynasty, most of ancient dwarven traditions have been lost to history, yet on rare occasions it is the encounters with Dervas relics that give us sight into much of lost dwarven lore.

 

We have recently been privileged and blessed by the holy hosts of Khaz’A’Dentrumm, the Brathmordakin and their Paragons, as they have guided us into another chance encounter with the relics of the Dervas. In the Dry Sea to the far south, buried beneath the dunes is a great stone behemoth, a Colossus Golem whose shadow holds the chance of many lost treasures and lore of our people. This is the opportunity offered rarely in our history, and it is imperative even with the other trials and grudges that Urguan faces that we do not forget to properly investigate and seize the immense blessings offered to us.

 

FOR THAT PURPOSE, as Grand King of Urguan’s Folk I declare an official objective of the dwarven people to excavate the ruins of the great Colossus Golem and retrieve whatever clues that can be found for the purpose of furthering the culture of Urguan’s Folk. For this purpose, all treasures found are officially declared as the inheritance of all Urguan, no single clan nor guild may plunder for their own, and at the completion of our excavation by Council vote we shall redistribute relics to appropriate guilds and clans.

 

NARVAK OZ URGUAN, NARVAK OZ KHAZ’A’DENTRUMM

 

 

[OOC:]

The next major event in the core dwarven eventline shall take place Sunday 2nd May @ 4pm EST for all of Urguan to participate in. In between now and then, there may be occasional opportunities for roleplay related to the eventline.

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Azkel would ready multiple golem spikes, just in case

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Ulfric would dust off his old sword, happy to be available and of service to his kin once more.

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Asvi joins her Frostbeard kin in preparation, sharpening several axes

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Hana dusts off the lexicons in her home as well as the dagger of Drevas a small smile spreading across her face "this is gonna be so much fun!"

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The Yemekar's Pick reaches the crest of a sand dune at a later date than the order given, the stone goliath peering out of the sand in untold potential, waiting to be touched. He'd loft his Lunarite Pickaxe, the names of all his forefathers written upon the oaken haft as the stark light of the blistering sun illuminates his symbol of authority. "Let the dwedmar work, to dig their history and prospect our riches, forgotten to all but Grimdugan himself."

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Xergarok scrubbed his back with a branch as he learned about what he had seen during one of his journeys to the south.

"Will yeh luuk at t'at, suh those appeared ter beh golem-fingers after all..." He packed his bag and started traveling back with his tools. "Ah glorious discovereh for our ken endeed." He smiled as he polished his safety-helmet.  

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Alaric had practically seen the Golem in a dream, a vision of his, the first time he laid eyes upon it in that sun swept desert. As his eye flew open from the dream, there was but one thing hot upon his lips.

 

"THE TOWER... THE TOWER WALKS!"

 

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