Moral Decay

[Tabby64 1464]

 

Moral Decay

 ᛚᚨᚱᛖ ᚷᛟᛞᛏᚺ ᚢᚱ ᛞᚨ ᛒᚱᚨᛏᚺᛗᛟᚱᛞᚨᚴᛁᚾ

“Seems like you have a lofty idea of what the Brathmordakin are” - Pixtus Starbreaker

 

For too long have the preachings of the Rhun gone unspoken and it’s teachings unspread to the beardlings of Urguan. It is clear the flames must be rekindled and the preachings of the Rhun spread once more.

 

Urguan is in what can only be described as moral decay.

 

The Brathmordakin are openly mocked by Dwedmar in the streets, false Gods are worshipped, and heresy not seen since the Age of Blood is openly practiced. Grelu, The High Preceptor, has claimed to be a shaman and has chosen to worship the spirits. There are no Gods but the Brathmordakin! They are not distant idols but living truth. They do not whisper for half-hearted praise. They demand worship!

 

We must redeem ourselves together in following the Rhun. Cast away these false beliefs and pretender gods. Together we must reform the clergy into its former might and worship the works of the Worldmaker. 

 

 

I call all Dwedmar from Urguan and the furthest reaches of the realm to gather in the smouldering forges of the Capital. 

 

We will discuss the current religious affairs of Urguan and induct new members. Aswell there will be a smithing contest with the reward being a special prize in order to celebrate the Supreme Craftsmanship of the Dwedmar. [Wednesday the 26th, 2 PM EST]

 

DURIN AKRAKTHREIN HAMMERFORGE

 

 

Spoiler

 

 

[D3F4LT 1026]

Nagorain Emberhorn tosses the missive aside, a true patriot of Urguan would be preparing to slaughter undead and darkspawn not bicker about the Brathmordakin. "instead of wroitin tis 'e couldve simpleh g'on to Grelu Silverbraid to discuss religion"he'd say to himself as he put more firewood into his hearth to keep his ranch warm.

[Reece Nolan 996]

Balas read the missive in a dark, cold room, sat beside a giant bubbling pot and pyre for warmth. "Dah Rhun? Whot es dah Rhun?" He asked to himself quietly. He considered heeding the summons, folding the paper neatly and sliding it into the fire.

 

(I would attend but I can't make 2pm since I work Wednesday, but we'll see if I can join if the meeting goes on for enough hours.)

[Panashea 3325]

The Motsham receives the missive, albeit late. It is cindered, made into soot and scattered into the winds. 

 

It is strange to see a dwarf who lived so long with uruk lie about the nature of the Spirits. The Spirits have never been gods. It is that paramount truth that seperated Krug from those who imbibed Iblees deceit. A sad day indeed. We hope the shamans of Urguan correct his mistake, or speak with me.

[Cheezboi9 618]

Pixtus would be sharpening the pick of his polehammer as he was informed of this missive. "Weh 'ave teh stop lettin dah old focks drink dah sewer watah. Dah second case uv brain worms t'is decade" the dwarven smith would mutter with a smirk and a shake of his head.