Nooblius

Grifter is the anti-hero protag and Kalgrimmor is the godly supervillain

High Prophet Norli returns to his chambers with a shimmering starsteel hammer whose light is obscured by splats of dark red. He tightens his grip on the hammer before setting it down shakenly to draft a public address. This workhammer once once named VELERAK, dwarven for command, a reminder of his duty to enforce Yemekar’s Traditions. Now, it was the Doom of the Doomforged. ᚢᛚᚱᛟ-ᚡᛖᛚᛖᚱᚨᚴ-ᛖᚱᛟᚾ-ᛞᚨ-ᚱᚺᚨᛞᚨᚡ’ᚴᚨᚱᚨᚨᛞ ᚾᚨᚱᚡᚨᚴ-ᛟᛉ-ᛞᚨ-ᚴᛁᚱᚴᛃᚨ-ᛞᚡᛖᚱᚷᚨ AN ATROCITY PURGED ᛞᛟᚱ-ᛖᚱᛟᚾ-ᛞᚨ-ᛞᛟᚱᚴᚨᛞᚱᛖᛚ'ᚢᚱ'ᚴᚾᚢᛏ ᛞᚨ-ᚴᚺᚨᛉᚨᛞᛗᚨᚱ, the honored Folk of Urguan, have always been considered a militant society. The origins of such tradition however lie not in desire of conquest or destruction- such things the dwarves do not busy themselves with, a folk of craftsmanship. Rather, the most ancient militant traditions have origins in opposing the Abominations of Khorvad, be it the forces of undeath or its many brother evils. Chief amongst these corrupt forces after the decline of Necromancy and sealing of Iblees and his demons has been the Dragon King Azdromoth. ᛞᚨ-ᛞᚱᚨᚴᛗᚨᚱ, the dragonfolk known infamously as the Azdrazi and their corrupt Heralds have been a constant force of terror and chaos in the realm of Almaris and its predecessors. They enact the will of their dark master, the Arch-Drakaar Azdromoth to conquer and control through both deception and domination. They bring down and raze cities in the name of order, yet only chaos was born from the fall of Ando Alur causing the very ground to quake. They combat against honorable orders such as the Paladins of Xan who aid the dwarves in vanquishing the Abominations of Khorvad. They act as petty bandits and cause chaos on the roads, and terrorize settlements who resist their will, conquering others. Not long ago was Haelun’or subjugated under the Black Dragon, statues and shrines erected in his honor. ᚾᛁᚱ-ᚨᚾᛟᚱᛟᛋ are those amongst his horde enemies of the Brathmordakin and Yemekar’s Creation, they who would seek that the world serve the drakaar. However even within the honored ranks of the khazadmar, there are those who render themselves slaves to Azdromoth, who weave lies about our traditions to the populace to deceive a justification for their dark practice, who make themselves rank amongst murderous dragonfolk. ᚢᛚᚱᛟ a heavy heart do I announce that the previous Clan Lord of the Doomforge has been consorting with Azdromoth, and served as a Herald of the Dragon King. The honored Paladins of Xan, especially many of their dwarven acolytes, had communicated to da Kirkja Dverga and offered a wide array of evidence to support such a claim. After deliberation and confronting Draakopf, we are confident to make this declaration: Draakopf Doomforge is to be stripped of all honors and titles within dwarfdom by the command of Khaz’A’Dentrumm and its Herald, the High Prophet and his clergy. The Cult of Azdromoth is reaffirmed publicly as an Enemy of Urguan, and are warned to stray from dwarven lands else face the justice of Dungrimm. Any who hold doubt or dissent with this decision are welcomed to the temple to discuss with the leadership of the clergy. Some within the Doomforge clan already were warned to these events, and it is advised the clan do not follow the dark path laid by the previous lord. NARVAK OZ BRATHMORDAKIN

Sadly don't think we've ever interacted that much, though I've heard a lot of good stuff aboutcha. o7

High Prophet Norli, predecessor to Levian'Tol, smiles wearily as he arrives at the temple after the meeting. The Brewer King had kept up many of the Priest's policies and traditions, and advanced them even in many regards. He would hold Levian'Tol perhaps not a legendary king who felled evil empires, but no doubt a great king. "Top three en recent history, nae doubt."

gotta cross this **** outta my rune rewrite now f*ck you

MyneborSimp

High Prophet Norli smiles at the abolishment of slavery in uruk lands. "Da divine rexdom, a surprise but a welcome one ta be sure. P'raps theocracy shall become more popular," he remarks with a schemeing grin. "I'll have ta visit dis new rex."

Genocide the avian population, I can finally do post master general RP.

Fight, fight on.

High Prophet Norli, Herald of Khaz'A'Dentrumm and its hallowed hosts the Brathmordakin, reads the public letter and scoffs. "Who are dese marshals ta accuse our proud vassals disloyal fer involvin' demselves in worldly affairs dat Urguan holds nae stance en? I assume dey request nae such punishment fer other mercenaries o' da Grand Kingdom who aide them without Urguan's approval?" He grumbles, placing it back on his desk, "Let dem meet, I pray his majesty da Grand King invites meh ta his table so I shall hold a word with dese snakes."

High Prophet Norli looks over the announcement with a smirk, "Looks like dey're finally fixin' deir culture." He grunts, looking past his desk to a weapon hung on the wall, "I pray dey hold the wisdom, d'ese shamans, to right da wrongs o' deir predecessors."

The High Prophet receives word of Elysium's departure, frowning. He laments for the King of Norland to have lost such an upstanding and fine people. He begins to draft a letter, a smile breaking his expression as he holds hope for the people of Elysium and their honored duke.

I'm astonished I'm not on there - Guess I really do get to it, as I know I've made a few Reserved comments

Norli Norvarsson casts his ballot, utterly convinced in the objective genius of Feodor May.

I'm crying that there's not a mention of Urguan at religious law. all my work, and for what? SHAME!

curios moment

You are unironically one of my favorite people I've had the pleasure to meet on this server, you best be keeping in touch unless you want your inevitable return to be met with my spite. 🔫 "Oi laddeh, good luck on yer travels Alfius." *[Merchant] Marguan Goldhand slaps belly

B tier sh#t post, but you'll get there.

High Prophet Norli recalls many fond memories shared with the Norlanders, fighting against the inferi incursions together and how they were one of the few peoples trusted with dwarven steam engines. He smiles, hoping to see such a bond grow again.

High Prophet Norli prepares to make his own paramilitary enforcement group to combat 'enemies of the Brathmordakin'. "I love politics."

As Norli reads the missive, he ponders the absence of the Rex's signature, then determines that it is more curious that a single orc was literate. He shakes his head as he makes his way to a sword decorated above his fireplace. He lets out a deep sigh, and brandishes Noril'ur'Krug, the blade gifted to him for his wedding by the legendary Frerir Irongrinder, "Da azul'urukmar, enn'kavun visindi yir harath."

That is quite a hype change log.

High Prophet Norli reads the declaration of war at the Starbreaker forge, wondering if Krugmar would ever heed the words he had written to them in the last war. He grumbles before setting it to the side at a safe distance from the fire, and raises his hammer to continue his work. "Fix yer damned culture."

it was my ******* idea you ****

The High Prophet wonders if peace was ever an option.