The Unmaking of Sigril

[DancingZebra267 1626]

Let it be known to all heirs of Urguan,

We, the dwarves of the Elder Clan Frostbeard, give word of the exile, debearding and tattoo-carving of the one once known as Sigril Frostbeard, no longer counted among our own.

In one of the most consequential times of our kin, during this War against the Khorvadic Host of Man, every dwarf has been called by the Grand King to bear arms in preservation of not only our mountainhome, but our freedom as a people. In spite of this, Sigril chose a route opposite of that which the Brathmordakin had laid out for him; he chose to flee. In breaking of the number of tenants of the Nine Pillars of the Azwyrtrumm, Sigril took a cowardly flight to Norland, abandoning his kin as a coward to both kin and country. 

On this day, Sigril was seized and stripped of all that marked him a dwarf of worth - not by one member of the clan, but by Clan Lord Rhorgvar ‘Rimeward’ Frostbeard, Rhulgrim Frostbeard, and Balin ‘The Redeemed’ Frostbeard. When found, Sigril did not face judgment with what little honor he had left. Rather, the coward attempted to fight his kinsmen, as if his betrayal was not enough of a defacement to his honor. Sigril’s futile attempt to cast an alchemical bomb at his kin clattered to the floor in similar likeliness to his pride as a Frostbeard, hollow and shattering into many dejected shards. The traitor was swiftly disarmed and brought low, as  justice was carried out then and there.

His beard, the symbol of his honor, was taken from him, shorn in a swift motion by his once-Clan Father and Grandfather, a disgrace to his lineage. So that no trace of Frostbeard pride should remain upon his wretched form, the sacred tattoos of our Noble clan were carved from his flesh, meager blood pooling where proud blue ink once stood. 

In doing so, he has been cast out not only from our clan, but from the grace of Yemekar The Worldmaker Himself. Let it be known: Sigril is Frostbeard no longer. He is no son of Urguan, no chosen of Yemekar, no brother to any true dwarf. From this day until the end of his miserable days, he shall bear a new name - a fitting one for such a wretch:

May he wander without kin; may his name be cursed in every strong hall; and may he never see the silver gates of Khaz'a'Dentrumm.

Such is written,
So will be,
By the will of the Ancestors,
Azwyrtrumm’s Decree.

10th of Belka's Embrace, Year 273 of the Age of Silver

 

Clan Father of Elder Clan Frostbeard, Mastersmith of the Rhun, Bearserker of Wyrvun

ᚲᚨᛉᚨᛗᚨᚱ•ᚲᚨ'ᚨᛉ•ᛖᚱᛟᚾ•ᚷᛟᚱᛗ'ᛞᚹᛖᛞᚢᛚ•ᚲᚨᛉᚨᛗᚨᚱ•ᚨᛉᚹᛃᚱᛏᚱᚢᛗᛗ•ᚲᚱᛟᚾᛟᚲᚲᚨᛞᚱᛖ•ᛖᚱᛟᚾ•ᛞᚨ•ᚱᚺᚢᚾ•ᚨᚲᚹᛖᛚ•ᛖᚱᛟᚾ•ᚹᚹᛃᚱᚢᚾ
 

Son of Dwengot, son of Grungot, son of Kerwyr, son of Rhewen, son of Karl, son of Drakk, son of Kaz’Ulrah, son of Urguan

ᛗᚨᛚᛖ•ᛟᚠ•ᛞᚹᛖᚾᚷᛟᛏ•ᛗᚨᛚᛖ•ᛟᚠ•ᚷᚱᚢᚾᚷᛟᛏ•ᛗᚨᛚᛖ•ᛟᚠ•ᚲᛖᚱᚹᛃᚱ•ᛗᚨᛚᛖ•ᛟᚠ•ᚱᚺᛖᚹᛖᚾ•ᛗᚨᛚᛖ•ᛟᚠ•ᚲᚨᚱᛚ•ᛗᚨᛚᛖ•ᛟᚠ•ᛞᚱᚨᚲᚲ•ᛗᚨᛚᛖ•ᛟᚠ•ᚲᚨᛉ'ᚢᛚᚱᚨᚺ•ᛗᚨᛚᛖ•ᛟᚠ•ᚢᚱᚷᚢᚨᚾ

 

 

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Written by both @SirBlocklips and myself, and formatted by @SirBlocklips

 

[Mordringfan 166]

"A' still 'ave me beard yeh fookin' bastard." Sigril Frostbeard tears up the missive he finds while travelling through the once Grand Kingdom of Urguan, soon to be another part of the Empire of Man. It was a miracle Alchemic potions to grow back beards existed.

[Two2the 365]

Stinthad Stonehammer shook his head...  He himself would never  even think to do this.