Divine Retribution

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ᚤᛖᛗᛖᚴᚨᚱ ᛞᛁᛞ ᚾᛟᛏ ᛟᚾᚨᛋᛏ — ᚾᛖᛁᛏᚺᚱᚢᛗᛗ ᛋᚺᚨᛚᛚ ᚺᛁᛏᚺ ᚲᚺᛁᛚᛞᚱᛖᚾ

Divine Retribution

ᛖ ᛞᚹᛖᛞ ᚾᛁᚱ ᚨᚾ ᛖᛗᛈᛏᚤ ᚴᚺᚨᛉ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᚺᚨᛏᚺ ᚺᛁᛏᚺ ᚨᚾᚲᛖᛋᛏᛟᚱᛏᚺ ᚹᚨᛏᚲᚺᚢᚱᛟᛉ

 

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278 SA

2026-03-27

 

Urguan’s lands smoulder and bellow with smoke as the Imperial armies have defeated the remaining bastion of Dwarven warriors. Yemekar's perfect creation, servants of the Brathmordakin, without a mountain to call home. The omens are clear: it was the will of the Gods.

 

We as a people strayed from the path of Yemekar. The High Prophet paraded around as a puppet for the Uruk spirits. The forges grew quiet and the supreme craftsmanship of the dwedmar dwindled within the halls of Kal'Baraz. Before the motions of war were set into place, we had lost. 

 

The Grand Kingdom of Urguan was rotten to its core. From its very foundations it was a flawed institution which stifled innovation and bred corruption in its most dangerous forms. The dwedmar should not concern themselves in the squabbling of the lesser races. We have more important duties. 

 

We have all been punished for our actions. We cannot stray the path any longer. With this great anguish comes a lesson from the Gods. The dwedmar, now scattered across Aevos, must heed it; it is our obligation. It shall make us a stronger people. 

 

The dwedmar must worship the Brathmordakin not only in prayer but in action. Craftsmanship venerating the Worldmaker should blossom once more, Triumphs of the past must be celebrated, and the Gods revered. For we can hope to return to the old ways and reclaim our former glory.  

 

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Signed, Durin “Akrakthrein” Hammerforge

 

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Added to Settlement LORE

Dorin carries his broken anvil on his ship as a reminder of his failure and loss.

One last time, he docks his crew at the port of Urguan.

Walking into the halls with his twin sister, he would look around at the rubble and destruction around him.

His sister would head to their house, gathering her remaining personal belongings as Dorin made his way through the market.

Every house is empty, the stalagmites on the ground growing bigger as the years go on.

Wandering into Yemekar's domain, he would look at the statues surrounding him. dropping to his knees, asking, begging for guidance.

Without much time left to his thoughts, he would hear his sister screaming his name.

In fear of losing anyone else, he runs up the housing district before seeing his sister looking at something around the corner.

He turns the corner with his weapon drawn, expecting the worst.

Instead, he found,

HOPE


 

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