A Plead to Dungrimm

[ULTRAMIDI 258]

Yrmshik sat at his shrine, defeated, his eyes taken by battle and craft, one hole covered with a metal eyepatch, the other burnt close, marks of metal spread over the wound.

 

He was a strong Orc, a master of his craft, yet without his eyes he had... nothing. His vision was the key to his life, battling, smithing, guarding even, nothing could be done without it. All he could see were flashes of his life, good days in the woods, enjoying the smell and look of melting iron in the forge, and the sparks of smithing. He had thought when he lost his eyes it wouldn't be bad, after all, he had done so many things in his life, he could just use muscle memory for them. Right? But after slamming and burning his hands in the forge and under his hammer a hundred times, walking into the wall more than properly being able to guide himself through the building, he was defeated. Finally it came to a point where he could handle the pain no more, he had lost his entire life to the blindness, and he had decided to go to Dungrimm, for his final effort.

 

Hours, days he spent pleading to Dungrimm and Yemekar for help, as he finally fell unconscious on the shrine, no tears being able to be found, yet the hopelessness being readable over the Orc's face, as he layed there, wrecked by his loss, and fallen from a lack of sleep.

 

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Upon acceptance of the feat application

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would it be accepted, the following vision would appear before Yrmshik:

As he fell into a dark sleep, before him appeared an endless void, in the middle a grand mask: Dungrimm's face, yet without any eyes. Yrmshik realised in confusion he was capable of seeing the mask, he did not know it was a dream, instead believed his prayers had finally been answered. Dungrimm called over another deity: Yemekar, who seemed to be blinded as well. Yemekar leaned forward "Grant me your scar" he spoke, as he took the eyepatch Yrmshik had crafted for his first wound, and took it to his anvil.

 

At the mighty anvil, Yemekar took his hammer and chisel, and beat a rune into the patch. As he leaned back to Yrmshik, the deity put the eyepatch on himself, as the rune obtained a deep green glow, it became a beautiful emerald, in the shape of an eye.

 

Yrmshik woke up from his sleep, finding himself laying on the shrine covered in sweat, as he slowly attempted to get up, he realised that his eyepatch had fallen out, as he began feeling around to find it back.