Writ of Condemnation

[Cpt_Noobman 1377]

2nd of the Deep Cold, 2A 173

ISSUED BY:

High Preceptor Thazzaer Grandaxe

 

Writ of Condemnation of

Baldr Ireheart & Thormodur
 

 

YOTH BRATHMORDAKIN NA YOTH MAKAZ’KIRKJA’RUM’MAR’EDOS

ᛁᛟᛏᚺ ᛒᚱᚨᛏᚺᛗᛟᚱᛞᚨᚲᛁᚾ ᚾᚨ ᛁᛟᛏᚺ ᛗᚨᚲᚨᛉ’ᚲᛁᚱᚲᛃᚨ’ᚱᚢᛗ’ᛗᚨᚱ’ᛖᛞᛟᛊ 

 

For those who betray the will of the Brathmordakin, damnation is their reward. Upon the field of battle Baldr Ireheart and Thormodur, overcome with fear, gave into cowardice and black acts of highest heresy. Fearing for their worthless hides they turned coat, submitting themselves to the enemy as a slave does to his master and partook in the murder of their brother dwarves whose hallowed souls shall be blessed forever in Khaz’A’Dentrumm.

 

For these despicable actions Baldr Ireheart and Thormodur are thrice damned as coward, kinslayer and betrayer. Should they be spotted by any dwarf or any being of noble standing in the lands of Aevos, death should be administered immediately and without mercy.

 

Upon your deaths no god shall bid upon your souls and you shall be banished to eternal torment in Vuur’Dor. You shall receive no burial, you shall not be mourned, no living being shall remember your name. Your entire existence shall be forgotten as stone forgets the passage of time. 

 

However, Da Kirkja Dverga is not entirely without mercy, so I offer one hope of salvation through repentance. Submit your lives to the holy clergy and have your souls bound to servitude as golems for a period of three thousand years; one millenia for each disgrace. Perhaps at the end of this period of servitude, a merciful god may take pity on your soul and allow you the meager lot of a servant in your afterlife.

 

KAVIR OZ OGDAROS'INMAR
 

 

Signed,

Thazzaer Grandaxe, High Preceptor

Grelu Irgard, Grand King of Urguan, Priest of Dungrimm

Thumbrindal Grandaxe, Priest of Dungrimm

Roseen Mossborn, Priestess Of Grimdugan

[ThatDutchFellow 1054]

Dravil 'The Bold' Ireheart gazes at the declaration of the Clergy. His eyes scanned the paper thrice over... Once for every call of damnation. A mighty frown spawned on his visage thereafter as he sighed deeply "Woot 'ave ye doneh Baldr..."

[D3F4LT 611]

 

Spoiler

 

[gremlockgremlin 323]

Grelu as he signed the missive with Thazzaer had many thoughts floating in his mind. But there was only one word that he would mutter.

 

“Oathbreakers…”

[Jihnyny 2572]

Baldr sat upon his ship, eating some fresh, adunian fish. A remnant of the battle that had ensued. One of his crew members handed him the missive, causing him to spit out the fishbones right out on portside. "Bigges' bullshi' 'a've ever seen!"    

[AlternisJ 128]

Thormodur sat with his captain on the ship, reading the missive after being passed it from Baldr. He chuckled as he turned to his captain. "So be it brother, the foking idiots had their chance. So does this mean we're finally able to raid in peace?" He turned towards the sea, wondering to himself... Was this all worth it?