Ask Your King!

[DISCOLIQUID 2701]

Spoiler

 

 

ASK YOUR KING

 

ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛖᚷᛁᛟᚾᛊ ᚲᚱᚢᛊᚨᛞᛖ ᛟᚾ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᚺᛟᚱᚢᚨᛞᛁᚲ ᛗᛖᚾᚨᚲᛖ

Let me tell you of the broken faith of Ulfar Starbreaker. A while ago, he came to me, begging a simple question. How long did I know? How long did I know that Dwarven souls were not going to the Auction of the Dead? 

 

I have always known. The King learned this truth as well, from his crippled daughter. A daughter blessed to see haunts, spectres, and creatures beyond our mortal realm. She, of Starbreaker blood, had perished. She was sent back to our realm, though, with a half-empty soul, cursed with this punishment.

 

So Ulfar came to me, begging. Begging for me to explain why his daughter had not been bid to the Auction. Pleading for me to enlighten him on the state of the Brathmordakin, of our Faith. I told him the truth - the Auction has not accepted souls in ages. 

 

Why? Because the Dwarven Gods are not real. They are masks, worn by other Aengudaemons, to trick you. 

 

Anbella? The Aspects share her face. She is not real. 

Ogradhad? The aged and irrelevant Dragur, once owner of the grand libraries. He is not real.

Dungrimm? Malchediel wears his mask. He is not real. 

Grimdugan? Another face of Iblees. He is not real.

Belka? Aerial’s ilk. She is not real. 

Armakak? Xan’s sun disguised as a coin. He is not real. 

 

And your prized Yemekar is nothing more than the canonist Creator, silent progenitor, the stilled watcher, He who Cannot Care. 

 

You have nothing, you have never had anything. You are closer to the priests of men than you are to Dwarves. Your culture is apocrypha - invented.

A story told to incense your warriors and mollify your merchants. Each & every one of your immortal souls washes up upon the empty shores of the afterlife, and many of you will be parcelled out to Malchediel, Dragur, or Iblees himself. 

 

There is no Auction. The gates are lost. Your deaths are meaningless. 

But don’t take my word for it.

 

Ask your King!

ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛖᚷᛁᛟᚾᛊ ᚲᚱᚢᛊᚨᛞᛖ ᛟᚾ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᚺᛟᚱᚢᚨᛞᛁᚲ ᛗᛖᚾᚨᚲᛖ

 

Prophet of Khorvad,

Auriel Doomforged.

 

Narvok oz Khorvad,

korth Dwedmar ath yno’dor.

 

 

[Apohet 1265]

"I do niet claim this one" said Thraegar, the Clanfather of the Doomforged.

[Scatmanpro 275]

Bromdor would say-... Oh frick, Bromdor would be dead... How sad!

[D3F4LT 1026]

Nagorain reads the missive and dismisses the document when the word prophet of Khorvad was mentioned, discarding it to his nearest trashbin. Carrying on with his day making trinkets for Armakak!

[SimplySeo 6999]

 

FROM THE ANCESTOR-VAULT OF JORVIN STARBREAKER

Typical Elven nonsense, as one might expect from a degenerate halfbreed. Do something meaningful with your life, or end it, and spare us all your yammering.

SIGNED

Jorvin, son of Kazrin, son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden son of Skalf, son of Gotrek, son of Urguan, Lord of Gotrek’s Folk, Clan-Father of Elder Clan Starbreaker, Holder of the Book of Grudges, Priest of Dungrimm, Grand King Emeritus, Founding Councillor of the Fourth Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Conqueror of the Voidspawn Photania, Conqueror of the Korvassa, Slayer of the Traitor-Aengul, Gazardiel, Hero of the Brathmordakin

 

[Mestvin 947]

"Weak and broken they all are, scared shadows that resemble lesser critter's disillusioned to the point of madness. The quicker they understand their meager lives the quicker their souls will be ready for the reaping"

 

"Narvok oz Khorvad"

[Ardory 2978]

Soxton Boomstitch, Manager of LEY SODA CO, legendary explorer, conqueror of mount trash, and High Chronicler of the AGS wonders how this random dwarf has obtained such information! He knew the answer deep within, yet he dares not speak of its foul practice...

[lemonke 6014]

17 minutes ago, SimplySeo said:

 

FROM THE ANCESTOR-VAULT OF JORVIN STARBREAKER

Typical Elven nonsense, as one might expect from a degenerate halfbreed. Do something meaningful with your life, or end it, and spare us all your yammering.

SIGNED

Jorvin, son of Kazrin, son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden son of Skalf, son of Gotrek, son of Urguan, Lord of Gotrek’s Folk, Clan-Father of Elder Clan Starbreaker, Holder of the Book of Grudges, Priest of Dungrimm, Grand King Emeritus, Founding Councillor of the Fourth Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Conqueror of the Voidspawn Photania, Conqueror of the Korvassa, Slayer of the Traitor-Aengul, Gazardiel, Hero of the Brathmordakin

 

"Heh, you got them." Evildoer smirked.

[The Tough Guy 4319]

 

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

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

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU BLABBERING ON ABOUT.
ᚤᛟᚢ ᛋᚢᚲᚴ.
 

What odd words you have chosen, former High Prophet.
My official response shall be writing in my accent to truly get these words across to one foolish enough to get plagued by Khorvadic thoughts, and one that claims the Prophecy of Khorvad.

Yer loifeh es wort' nothin', yeeh serveh zeroh purposeh.
Yeeh should end yerself, now!
An' giveh someoneh elseh tha' parchment yer wroitin' on.


 

Signed,

Sigrun ‘Undeadslayer’ Stonehammer
Clan Father of The Stonehammers, 

Priest of Dungrimm, Hero of Dungrimm,
Three-Time Grand Champion of Urguan.

 

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

Muramir wonders to himself what lead Auriel down this path .

[Laeonathan 5889]

"Who dropped yeh as eh child, niece?" Asked Khenarlum Doomforged.

[Papa Rock 2400]

A single word is uttered in response, no further attention given to the weak minded and blackened tongue.

"Liar."

The Grand King then moves on with his day in the prosperous Grand Kingdom of Urguan.

[Badgermordakin 760]

god has abandoned us because of this

[Reece Nolan 996]

Balas huffs, lowing his shovel and wiping the sweat from his brow as Ulfar finished penning his response. "Ulfar, may oi take ah break?" He sighs as Ulfar shook his head no. Balas, shovel in hand, began throwing more piles of food into the Grand King's mouth.

[Jamwill 211]

Gallio read the missive after returning from a deer hunt.

 

"Wot the fock es this piece o’ shit?" He said as he sat down on his chair. 

The Grandaxe threw the missive into his fireplace, before lighting it on fire with a snap of his fingers. "Khorvads reach es spreadin’. We better end the sufferin’ o’ those affected by this plague before et spreads aneh further."