Nooblius 5794 Popular Post Share Posted January 29, 2023 THE RHUN REDEMPTION ᚴᚨᚡᛁᚱ'ᚢᚱ'ᚴᚺᛟᚱᚡᚨᛞ-ᚨᚴᚱᚨᚴᛏᚺᚱᛖᛁᚾ'ᚢᚱ'ᚱᚺᚢᚾ At the attempted recapture of Khron’Hundmar, it became quickly apparent that the circumstances of the ruins were far more dire. Terrifying creatures flooded into the deeproad the company attempted to control, and a great fight ensued with several monsters at once- the great host split into fighting parties. It was a dedicated fight, but despair entered the chasm when after defeating the foes, more terrible ones yet followed, and beyond them roars of horrific magnitude echoed that shook the very iron mountain. A retreat was called, though two young dwarves were stuck in the melee far from escape; Meylis Frostbeard and Durin Hammerforge. As Rhun Prophet, I could not bear to let them fall and insisted we stay to rescue them despite the dire situation. My apprentices forbade the decision, fearing for my life, and dragged me against my will out of the cavern whilst some honorable humans saved Meylis; but Durin was left behind with the monsters, his screams matched by my own at the horror of it. Durin was condemned, for the beast-slaves of Khorvad had seized him. In my pride I led him into that chasm to try and redeem the memory of Khron’Hundmar- my own failed experiment. I weeped, calling out that I would meet him again in the palace of Yemekar, and mourned his death. Often the hallowed hosts of Khaz’A’Dentrumm are subtle, working their miracles not through the arrogant displays expected of dragons and aenguldaemons, but instead through the mysteries of the Rhun and its intricate form. However, there are few times that they speak beyond omens, and act decisively to alter history. These are the sacred moments we must fondly remember as Prophecy. Not metaphorical, but in the absolute meaning of the word- the Brathmordakin directly acting their will onto mortal creation in accordance with the Rhun. There is no miracle more revealing of their truth save perhaps the pillars of Khaz’A’Dentrumm themselves. The surviving dwarves lingering there at the collapsing entry after the departure of the many foreign hosts were witness to such a moment, for out of the clutches of Khorvad on the eclipse of the infinite black expanse of Vuur’dor, Durin Hammerforge was reborn by Prophecy and returned to his kindred. It was not a lucky escape nor a bloody battle for Durin returned with the damned knowledge of Vuur’dor, witnessed the machinations of Khorvad, horrorstruck at the schemes of the betrayer God. There could be no mistake of such an omen, even if the more obstinate, suspicious Norli of formative years had witnessed it. Durin was redeemed by the Rhun for greater purpose, and a wiser elder Norli was able to recognize the greater designs of the Gods. For this fact, I declared Durin “Akrakthrein” –Luckborn– and Prophet to the absolute meaning of the word, before I discussed an important matter with them. TRIUMPH The Brathmordakin are not bureaucrats; the right to authority is earned through leadership and honor. It is not bestowed upon an organization by merit of its title and history but by its works and works alone. These were the words I spoke to Axel Ireheart, then newly elected High Prophet of the freshly reformed Kirkja Dverga at the onset of our departure to Khron’Hundmar. I spoke to him that the Grand Kingdom did not by its mere existence deserve absolute cult-like devotion to its elected authorities, and likewise that religious authority is earned out of triumph. By merit of success in honorable endeavors, the Brathmordakin elect one as correct in their assertions. Thus did I maintain myself as the Rhun Prophet (not to mention my many witnesses to legitimate prophecies), and offered myself before the Gods to determine such matters. In this context, after Durin was proclaimed a Prophet I admitted to the company, and do so again now, an irrefutable truth; I have failed. The age of Norli Starbreaker was one of great prosperity, cultural development and mentorship that was unrivaled by peers. All dwarves were humbled before me, and in turn I was humbled before the Gods. In the end, I grew bitter and failed to teach others to be as I was, to the extent in rejection of the very Grand Kingdom whose Articles I fathered, thrones reigned, powers wielded, ballads composed, students taught, scriptures written, culture crafted and enemies defeated– that kingdom whose life and folk I sacrificed everything to– I abandoned it, started my own mission in effort to change the culture with the Rhun as focus and I failed. I am dead. I cannot in good faith claim to be Rhun Prophet when by the Brathmordakin’s designs I am failing whilst others are blessed; such would be brazen rejection of the Gods’ omens and principles of the Rhun. Therefore, in recognition of his Prophecy and years of service and loyalty to the mission, as well as genuine faith that he may do great deeds by the Rhun I relinquish the title of RHUN PROPHET to DURIN AKRAKTHREIN HAMMERFORGE. This dwarf showed sole devotion to the Rhun before any other dwarf, and I know shall be the one to spread that faith to more. Let any who question such authority be recognized as doubters of the Rhun and its intricate form, as well as deniers of the great works of Yemekar as according to Norli Norvarsson Starbreaker. The Rhun Prophet is dead. Glory to the Rhun Prophet. Spoiler OOC: Nice try feds, this isn’t a PK post. It’s metaphorical! But I am busy, very busy, and haven’t the time to lead a settlement nor a group. Originally, the plan was just to be quiet for a few months until I had more time. But the best Roleplay is that authentic roleplay that violates your expectations, and takes you down a genuinely exciting path based on character logic (and based, overall). Thanks to that Roleplay, the culture a lot of our characters have been a part of will finally get written down and organized by someone who has the time to give it the care it deserves. We’ll see how it goes- I think it’s gonna be great. Thank you for reading this very lengthy post, you didn’t have to. May God bless you, each and everyone of you. Nooblius43 37 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Serf 579 Share Posted January 29, 2023 "Finally... he's dead." 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
rdowdy 236 Share Posted January 29, 2023 Meylis looks dissapointedly towards Norli as he walks away from the recently collapsed entrance the Khron Hundmar. He tries to think of something inspiring... something that would make Norli stop, but his time as a meal for the beasts underground keeps him from doing so. Instead his own thoughts rush, perhaps now is the time to retire... he had only just recovered from the wounds dealt from the last altercation when he was forced to face death again and this was a tiring life. A face strikes his memory, and he makes a promise not to say goodbye. "I still have many questions for you about being our people, I never got the true chance to learn over all these years." Meylis doesn't like the response Norli gives, but hopefully it's something he can ask again one day. Spoiler 10/10, I'd be happily eaten and partially melted again. Though next time you should carry a more stacked inventory :P Strike the Earth! 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Reece Nolan 636 Share Posted January 29, 2023 A letter would soon arrive via a pigeon, so aptly named Nepja as the top of it's wings were as white as the powdered snow that cakes the hills of the Iron Mountains. "Norli, you have not failed in your endeavors, but merely taken a loss through chance. As you have claimed in your missive, it is through triumph and therefore work that we uphold our relationship with the Brathmordakin, not through worship alone. Do not let defeat cloud what you have wrought, you who hath raised a mighty fortress in a land where no-one else could, who led a company of khazadmar to glory. You struck the earth and it struck back, simple as. Yemekar, as defined in the simplest of terms, may be appealed to by labor and creation itself, an indiscriminate concept, and just as he had instilled into Dungrimm, so too did your creation eventually perish just as all things created should. Hold pride in your heart, Starbreaker, for you were certainly a dwed worthy of holding the title of Rhun Prophet during the time that such a title blazed within your breast." At the bottom of the letter would be a lime colored wax stamp indicating a hollow and featureless half mask, the signature of Angr Ireheart. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xergarok 297 Share Posted January 29, 2023 "The Rhun Prophet is dead.... Long live the Rhun Prophet..." Rumbled Irongutenberg, man of rock and stone. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
xMuted 2459 Share Posted January 29, 2023 Sigrun Ireheart shook his head with anger and dissappointment. "Oi did naeh expect yeeh toh buckleh down an' accept fateh when toimes got tough, Norleh Starbreakah. Oi thought yeeh had taeh brass bollocks toh stand up toh failureh an' kick et's arseh." 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
UnusualBrit 2053 Share Posted January 29, 2023 3 minutes ago, xMuted said: Sigrun Ireheart shook his head with anger and dissappointment. "Oi did naeh expect yeeh toh buckleh down an' accept fateh when toimes got tough, Norleh Starbreakah. Oi thought yeeh had taeh brass bollocks toh stand up toh failureh an' kick et's arseh." “Oi do naet fink a Dwed recognisin’ when his toime is past an’ handin’ off responsibility tae a new, younger Dwed is a bad fing.” Thalgrim commented wistfully nearby. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_Sheylo_ 979 Share Posted January 29, 2023 “Oh. That’s who he was.” A High Elf says curiously. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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