Nooblius 5794 Share Posted September 5, 2021 High Prophet Norli returns to his chambers with a shimmering starsteel hammer whose light is obscured by splats of dark red. He tightens his grip on the hammer before setting it down shakenly to draft a public address. This workhammer once once named VELERAK, dwarven for command, a reminder of his duty to enforce Yemekar’s Traditions. Now, it was the Doom of the Doomforged. ᚢᛚᚱᛟ-ᚡᛖᛚᛖᚱᚨᚴ-ᛖᚱᛟᚾ-ᛞᚨ-ᚱᚺᚨᛞᚨᚡ’ᚴᚨᚱᚨᚨᛞ ᚾᚨᚱᚡᚨᚴ-ᛟᛉ-ᛞᚨ-ᚴᛁᚱᚴᛃᚨ-ᛞᚡᛖᚱᚷᚨ AN ATROCITY PURGED ᛞᛟᚱ-ᛖᚱᛟᚾ-ᛞᚨ-ᛞᛟᚱᚴᚨᛞᚱᛖᛚ'ᚢᚱ'ᚴᚾᚢᛏ ᛞᚨ-ᚴᚺᚨᛉᚨᛞᛗᚨᚱ, the honored Folk of Urguan, have always been considered a militant society. The origins of such tradition however lie not in desire of conquest or destruction- such things the dwarves do not busy themselves with, a folk of craftsmanship. Rather, the most ancient militant traditions have origins in opposing the Abominations of Khorvad, be it the forces of undeath or its many brother evils. Chief amongst these corrupt forces after the decline of Necromancy and sealing of Iblees and his demons has been the Dragon King Azdromoth. ᛞᚨ-ᛞᚱᚨᚴᛗᚨᚱ, the dragonfolk known infamously as the Azdrazi and their corrupt Heralds have been a constant force of terror and chaos in the realm of Almaris and its predecessors. They enact the will of their dark master, the Arch-Drakaar Azdromoth to conquer and control through both deception and domination. They bring down and raze cities in the name of order, yet only chaos was born from the fall of Ando Alur causing the very ground to quake. They combat against honorable orders such as the Paladins of Xan who aid the dwarves in vanquishing the Abominations of Khorvad. They act as petty bandits and cause chaos on the roads, and terrorize settlements who resist their will, conquering others. Not long ago was Haelun’or subjugated under the Black Dragon, statues and shrines erected in his honor. ᚾᛁᚱ-ᚨᚾᛟᚱᛟᛋ are those amongst his horde enemies of the Brathmordakin and Yemekar’s Creation, they who would seek that the world serve the drakaar. However even within the honored ranks of the khazadmar, there are those who render themselves slaves to Azdromoth, who weave lies about our traditions to the populace to deceive a justification for their dark practice, who make themselves rank amongst murderous dragonfolk. ᚢᛚᚱᛟ a heavy heart do I announce that the previous Clan Lord of the Doomforge has been consorting with Azdromoth, and served as a Herald of the Dragon King. The honored Paladins of Xan, especially many of their dwarven acolytes, had communicated to da Kirkja Dverga and offered a wide array of evidence to support such a claim. After deliberation and confronting Draakopf, we are confident to make this declaration: Draakopf Doomforge is to be stripped of all honors and titles within dwarfdom by the command of Khaz’A’Dentrumm and its Herald, the High Prophet and his clergy. The Cult of Azdromoth is reaffirmed publicly as an Enemy of Urguan, and are warned to stray from dwarven lands else face the justice of Dungrimm. Any who hold doubt or dissent with this decision are welcomed to the temple to discuss with the leadership of the clergy. Some within the Doomforge clan already were warned to these events, and it is advised the clan do not follow the dark path laid by the previous lord. NARVAK OZ BRATHMORDAKIN 23 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
angella302 92 Share Posted September 5, 2021 Bryldryn Grandaxe kicks her tongue as she reads through the missive on her writing desk within the Library of Remembrance. With a sigh, she abruptly stands from her seat making her chair fall back on to the floor. "Da worst ov da heretics breedin' undeh our own noses." She grumbles as she makes her way out of the library to look for her husband, wishing to inquire more details. Stiorra Frostbeard blinks few times after she finished skimming through the missive. "Well shoite." 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ryloth 4312 Share Posted September 5, 2021 "It is so strange," Haskir says, "That the dwarves speak of Brathmordakin yet listen to acolytes of a brazen aengul." He shakes his head, "Sheer irony on all fronts." Pausing, he quietly humms."Legend has it, it was the dwed who released Azdromoth long ago from his slumber." He begins to head on his way, away from where the missive is posted. "It is a wonder those of greed do not follow the richest lord of the land." 11 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BDanecker 858 Share Posted September 5, 2021 Dorimnur Goldhand stands within a cavernous forge of steam design, daemonsteel pipes ushering forth great gouts of scalding steam to drive machinations and great steel gears. He converses with his metallic son, and says in a lean to catch his ear in a serious tone “Too bold, too… Public.” 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Valannor 6345 Share Posted September 5, 2021 A Lady o' Silver would hum some weary hymn, gazing then upon the justice she had wrought in unison with Urguan's sons and daughters. Her lips drew a thin line, her maw then parting to speak in an echoing choir of the heavens, her tone laden and fraught with power and fury, numbed by the dregs of wrath that so blinded her to any other dogma. "A Sacrifice is only worth as much as the life it saves... I feel this an equitable affair, in the scope of the eternal war." 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
hotbox_monk 955 Share Posted September 5, 2021 The cold wind blows, The fire below continues to grow, Day by day, Night by night, The Sunlit Lord will reap what he sowed, For the Harbinger of Fire is the one who knows. . . Somewhere deep within Urguan's Capital a figure laughed manically now as he watched the Urguani-Paladin government scramble to keep The Doomforged from his birthright. It was almost within his grasp now. . . It was as if the Sunlit Lord had personally chose Draakopf as an enemy now . . . Such was almost an honor to the Dwed as he knew the Aengul Xan feared his mortal soul. 12 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Werew0lf 12005 Share Posted September 5, 2021 Leon de Blair brought forth a quil in hand, beginning to scribe away the events that occurred as listed by the parchment. The man nodded in silence, clearly shepherded into his own mindless conduct. "A study on heretics." He muttered lowly, arms crossing over his torso in fraught contemplation. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lapidary 371 Share Posted September 5, 2021 Celeste'Tol grit her teeth as she read the missive, a tinge of upset both with herself and the Doomforged. "Ah gave 'em ah chance teh save 'im, bot nae.." She let out a light huff, pressing her fingers against the paper. "Et nae had teh be t'is way." The dwed frowned, muttering a prayer. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
twinwolf1 193 Share Posted September 5, 2021 A dwarf idly reads the missive and glares slightly "Turn yer back on teh brath an ye will be sent to em fer judgment" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xergarok 295 Share Posted September 6, 2021 Grimdal was forced to rub his temples for a moment when he received the news. He lowered himself onto the floor to think everything over. He sniffed and scratched his beard and throat. When he got up he kicked a nearby bucket, sending it flying into the pit of lava below him. "Fock!" he cursed. "Focken bastard!" he closed his eyes. Shortly after he moved over to the temple to ask the Brathmordakin for forgiveness for his blindness. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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