Uh Oh.

[Nooblius 5794]

Khaz’A’Dentrumm hung high in the night sky when Norli Starbreaker roused his children and wife from bed, rambling about an imminent threat. Not long after he had packed all his personal belongings and left the prestigious palace of the Grand King, Urguan’s crown resting on the desk. 

 

No threat ever came to Kal’Darakaan, however, and more likely had one left. The bane of many dwarven kings - Ambition. The curse of Khorvad weighs heavy on every dwarven crown, and after a century of schemes on Norli not least. Though his beard was longer and more gray than most in Urguan, the prophet was still young and certainly a tragedy for his age that he had succumbed to madness, though it would not be an unfamiliar experience for him.

 

Norli had fought with a torrent of voices for long before he was even High Prophet as those closest to him may know, a psychological scar suffered from the Battle of Jornheim Fields. With the blessings of the Brathmordakin Norli had turned such into inspiration for ballads, poems and scriptures, but with the paranoia of the Northern War and the pandemonium of dwarven politics Norli lost the ability to control his ‘divine inspiration’, and hence did he make leave one random night.

 

Past the Markets of Kal’Darakaan and the forges of Kal’Mugdor, Norli guided his family in secret to a small nook in the underrealm where blessed to be in the company of a caring wife, the bearded lady Bryldryn Grandaxe, he is kept for so he may one day return to health.
 

But still the prophet lingers, hidden under stone and shadow;
Scheming Away.
 

[Treaty 1349]

Azkel Smiles

[Terry 1859]

Ulfric wonders if he'll see his old friend again someday.