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THE RETURN OF THE BEARD

The Addresses of Rhaezaiil Doomforged  |  Sealed With The Wroth of Urir

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[A Doomforged high priest of Dormmar shares what he had foreseen within his dreams.  The words he uttered were wrought of myth and legend.]

 

“And so, brothers and sisters of Urir-  The lord of flesh has made deliverance of prophecy unto me dreams and it is He who has foretold the future of our legacy.  .  .  Look to the mountain, blood o’ mine blood-  For it is there we must remain steadfast in this age of Ruin to come.”  -- Azhorgrond The Wise, Doomforge.


 

The young dark dwarven lord’s features became briefly visible in the dead of night as he struck a match which failed to remain alit.  With another strike he conjured forth a flame and lit the lantern upon his bedside.  A light grumble escaped him as he ruffled his locks of stygian hair which draped along his coal stained features.  He had not seen the light of day in many moons since his trip into the deeproads and ‘pon the eve of his return he was called back a night early in urgency.  He heeded the missive granted to him by the dwarven courier and scowled ‘pon its contents.  He cast it unto the vast abyss before the ledge he stood ‘pon and turned his back to the reaches of the deeproads as he made his return in haste.  

 

The youthful lord wasted not a minute in making his ire known as he vehemently staked his claim unto the manor which had been rightfully his.  “That damned Irongut craven.”  The dark dwed cursed as he felled one of the home’s brick walls.  The scion of Dormmar stepped over the rubble and debris as he made way into his newfound dwelling-  sighing as he had been relieved to finally step foot inside of the manor for many moons.  There was little in the lands of Eos and Aos that could rival that of dwarven anger and this furious dark dwed had been testament to such a tale.  

 

Rhaezaiil soon settled himself and began to pen several documents and missives pertaining to the inception of the Ankor’Akvel and various responses to reports he had received of darkspawn within The Grand Kingdom.  ‘Pon the conclusion of his study, the Doomforged would call ‘pon that of his kin in an assembly of Dorkadrelian fashion.  For, as there was a tempest within his own kingdom, he could sense there was as well a storm brewing in his clan.  He would hark to their words of change and grant honest audience to those of his kin who would flee to the colonies. 

 

[!] A certain missive is presented to the public [!]

 

“The sons and daughters of Urir.  Let it be known that per our tenets, the Clan of Doomforge will retain and maintain its eternal and undying oaths of loyalty and fealty to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan.  And, those that do not will be branded ‘Brightiron’ alike the servants of Khorvad and Velkan-kin of yore.  For, to break the tenet of loyalty is to commit an act of sacrilege against The Clan and Her children.”  

 

-Signed,

Rhaezaiil Doomforged  -  Lord Beard of Ankor’Akvel, Lord of the Doomforged Clan, Son of Draakopf, Keeper of Balance, Lord of The High Forges, Lord of The Deeproads and Protector of Mountain Folk.

 

[!]  A crest of sealed wax belonging to that of Doomforged heraldry [!]

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