-|-THE CLOUDBREAKER'S HERALD-|-

[kindEmperor 1031]

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The Cloudbreaker’s Herald

Recorded by a Dorkadrelian Scribe, circa 10th of Sun’s Smile.

 

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For today, was not a good day for the ashed kin Brankhyn Doomforged, Grandson of Draakopf herald of Azdromoth.  The dark skinned dwarf was no more than allowing his smouldering eyes to admire the mountains of Urguan seeking something maybe? But no for this day was a grim day for, there in a distance there lied the son of Yemekar the High Prophet Norli and so did his companions He spotted the ashed skinned doomforged from afar “Brankhyn he said?” Soon after the Doomforged approached Norli, it was that same Scion of Justice whom would beckon the ashen one to his deific court.  The Dwed had nothing to hide so he smirked agreed to the offer and followed ahead, but nonetheless a rally of dwarves shown, they were brought to the Pantheon of the Brath and the Herald was made to stand before the gaze of Yemeker his lava boiled eyes gazed into the statue before him.  The intrepid stone figure dwarfing the Hall itself.  The High Prophet began asking questions to do with Draakopf and if he remembered The Dragon’s wroth and the blood he spilt within Kal’Darakaan.  The cocky Doomforged snickered and chuckled.  “I do fun times indeed.”  He said as the words quickly flushed from his maw,

The furious prophet swiftly made it clear.  “No, no, that was not fun times.” 

Soon after, the question everyone was waiting for.  “So you were a Herald of Azdromoth.”  The room fell silent, as the Doomforged looked around for a moment silent there he stood, the crowd surrounded quickly began to demand for the Doomforged to strip for then they shall witness if he bore any marks or sigils of any kind, soon at last the Doomforged laughed a sinicare smile, his eyes crimson red, he would rip his clothes of angered, then at last it was shown, the crowd shocked, there eyes burning as the ashed skin was shown, a faded mark would rest atop of his back.

 

“Now look everyone sees me.” 

 

He laughed.

 

Soon after, the Doomforged was ordered for execution it seemed he would of met his last breaths, whipped and humiliated infront of everyone he fell to his knees, at last he they lofted there hammers there swords there hearts and all for this day the Doomforged would meet at last the paladin simply wanted to remove the mark, but the prophet seemed to have a permanent solution to things. As death awaits he would meet the very halls he was in, in mere moments.

 

[!] Brankhyn facing off with cloudbreaker.

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But then out of no where,a small whimper was heard, echoing throughout the mountain “DRAGON.” The crowd went silent the Doomforged smirked a dragon approached a beast the dragon was ever lasting get closer, the ground shook the hearts of the dwed raced, for then the dweds marched out dragging the herald with them “WE WILL KILL DA FOCKA INFRONT OF HIS KIN.” They announced as the king himself, grasped his hands around Brankhyns neck dragging him out to the gates, the outer gates shut close as the dragons wings thrusted and burst through the air The grand king Bakir laughed as he let go of the herald throwing him at the gate, the dwarves soon retreated far deep in the mountain and to their cannons, afraid or smart either way the gates were opened the Doomforged was soon to meet the beast, he crunched his neck and his cracked bones as he stood up with a straight posture “Cowards” he muttered as he lofted a sword that was dropped mere moments ago from the fleeing dwarves as he went to question the dragon he approached and spoke draconic words to the beast “So you, i’ve heard of you, yes I have” the words he spoke of draconic soonafter took place. 

 

“We do not need to fight, for that is not what the Father wishes.” He said in draconic further questioning the beast as he faced it, approaching closer and closer the Dragon would first ignore the herald burning those that fired there cannons.

 

But then the dragon landed crushing the ground as he did so hearing the words, of what the ashed one spoke off, so then the foolish Doomforged took this offering as it faced him head on he became lax with it approaching it more until he met the bridge, the beast looked the beast was hungary, its maw opened its maw was unfed so then it launched its grizzly maw to the Herald, attempting to consume it.

 

The herald expected this as so he muttered a few but words 

“Then. . . it shall be.” 

 

He said before the bridge meeting its collapse the herald would soon jump into the river below the dragon making leave he once more shouted words of draconic.

 

“Father would be most displeased, for I tried a shame.” The doomforged was free the dragon saved his life, at last he lives for another day.

 

 

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Thank you @hotbox_monk for helping me write the post, and also thank you @Elite Snipes @ScreamingDingo @Nooblius for making the roleplay possible, and thank you for any one else who was apart of it. https://clips.twitch.tv/GloriousDeadCrabsDansGame-vlee94gpmScIWq45 zac clays reaction 

 

Edited June 6, 2022 by Ragrin
To fix everything up

[Papa Rock 389]

The dwarf sits within a busy tavern, among drunken folk, enjoying his steamy soup. 

[The Harbinger 336]

Glod would sigh. The fools didn't understand that they had just let Brankhyn go free. He berated himself internally for making people think Brankhyn wasn't conspiring with Azdrazi by burning his finger.