The Age of Kjell

[Cpt_Noobman 1954]

 

 

The Age of Kjell

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

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

 

Transcription of a speech given by High Preceptor Thazzaer Grandaxe before 

Da Kirkja Dverga.

 

8th of Sun’s Smile, 183 2A

 

Hail to our returning warriors, blessed of Dungrimm whose valor and skill in battle is undisputed. Though the darkest day of our age is upon us, your success upon the battlefield is a testament that the shadow can be cast out. However, I fear that our trial has only just begun and it will be many long years before order and justice are established once more.

 

The death of Xan has unequivocally proven that the remaining celestials have no compassion for us and no care for creation, and those that might are powerless to act. The inaction of the aengu-daemons as Azdromoth slew Xan while dwarven blood was spilled in his defense transcends apathy and approaches malice. While the greatest evil of our age saw the completion of his dark plan, they stood aside and did nothing. 

 

After today, I will hear no more talk of Aenguls or Daemons being divine beings. They are petty, selfish, immoral creatures whose only desire is to consume one another in an attempt to further their own power, only before they too are one day slain and consumed in a never ending cycle. They can promise no afterlife, nor protect your soul, and any one that claims otherwise is a liar! All they can offer is an ephemeral taste of power before it eventually dissolves to naught.  Any who place their faith in such creatures shall only be disappointed. 

 

Due to the failure of the celestials and their utter disdain for our lives, dragons shall now plague the lands in numbers and aggression not seen in millenia. Not since the time of Odnarch has there been such a transgression on Yemekar’s Balance. We can rely on nothing except the strength of our own arms and the Brathmordakin to guide them.

 

In recognition of our sacred duty to uphold Yemekar’s Will, I henceforth declare the Age of Kjell. I call upon the paragon dragon slayer of old to lend us his axe; Azdromoth and his minions must be destroyed. Be they dragons, drakes, wyverns or skinks, any who call Azdromoth master will be crushed under foot. Their lairs shall be plundered, their shrines toppled, and at the end of it all we will rip Azdromoth from the ethereal plane and we will make of him a meal for worms! The carrion birds, the flies, the beetles and the maggots will feast on his rancid carcass, and we will see if they too ascend to “godhood”, as Azdromoth has declared of himself in his deluded hubris.

 

I call upon the righteous nations of this world to make open war upon the Azdrazi; We shall cast their souls into Vuur’Dor where they will face eternal retribution! 

 

Narvak oz Da Brathmordakin, Narvak oz Urguan, Kavir oz da Azdrazi. 

 

Death to the worm.

 

[Java17 2216]

The ruffling of paper sounded in the halls of Tor-Praeth... Then suddenly, a chuckle, that chuckle had then turned into a laugh, a maddening laugh.

[Jentos 9425]

((Looks like dwarves are getting shelved next 

[Cpt_Noobman 1954]

7 minutes ago, Jentos said:

((Looks like dwarves are getting shelved next 

((lmao

[Rusty Derringer 1182]

55 minutes ago, Cpt_Noobman said:

 

After today, I will hear no more talk of Aenguls or Daemons being divine beings. They are petty, selfish, immoral creatures whose only desire is to consume one another in an attempt to further their own power, only before they too are one day slain and consumed in a never ending cycle. They can promise no afterlife, nor protect your soul, and any one that claims otherwise is a liar! All they can offer is an ephemeral taste of power before it eventually dissolves to naught.  Any who place their faith in such creatures shall only be disappointed. 

 

"Ah, they've grasped it! At last the message resonates within them!"

[HurferDurfer1 2979]

Muramir decides to set the record straight, in regards to his clans past.

[satin 7600]

Yandel sat in a southern prison, soul immolated, skin blotched and marred by dragonscale, by etchings of Asiothic runes and depictions of the slaughter of his kin. Xan had died; Yandel could no longer use his mists to bring light to the Black Cells, and Yandel, once proud and pious, was utterly defeated.

[Xergarok 811]

A dwarf dwelled in dark places, thinking back on that fated day which had changed everything. "Perhaps redemption is not beyond us..." he contemplated.