Ondnarch: Part 2 - The Eternal Cold

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 Ondnarch 

Part II - The Eternal Cold 

The following story is taken from the tomes of ancient dwarves, translated into the common tongue.

Some say the world will end in fire, and others in ice, but as Ondnarch rose, non held disbelief in the latter. In his wake came a cold unmatched by all others, for all the world would shake and grow to fear him. As the cold consumed the warmth of the world, the mortals could but look on with horror as their homes were consumed by ice.

by ~HeroKid123

His roar was heard and feared by all, and as he descended, he shook the world. All should fear and know of his coming. His influence started to take grip of the very fabrics of the world, and slowly his cold grasp took a hold of all mortals that stood in his way. It was then as he flew far above the ground and spread his great wings into the air, enshrouding the whole north in a blizzard, that a rasping, blood curdling voice spoke loudly in his mind. It was a familiar voice and what it commanded was impossible to disobey...

“The sons of Urguan have long dwelled within their mountains, unchallenged... Now consume the souls of the strong and enslave that which is left. Corrupt the blood of the people and leave but ice and snow... Shatter the very hearth of this world.”

With Ondnarch’s descent upon the north, a vast storm arose, splintering tree and stone as if it were nothing. Legions of ice spawn crashed against the gates of the dwarven hold, and as he fell upon the tip of the mountain, the land itself was corrupted and twisted by his evil. The battle was over before the dwarves even had a chance to stand up. Yet the sons of Urguan were cunning as they were bold and dug tunnels which led them deep into the heart of the mountain. Here the last survivors remained as Ondnarch’s gaze turned instead towards the south.



Tensions quickly rose throughout Kal’Urguan as the dwarves within could feel the corruption slowly closing its grip upon their hollowed mountain home. You could see it in their faces; the hopelessness, the fear. Some would lose their minds and run, yet others would stand and fight. King Barradin of Kal’Urguan stayed behind the closed doors of the inner hold as Ondnarch’s wrath would encompass his home. Grabbing his ancient hammer and swearing by the gods that he would defend his people until the end, he stood his ground with valour. There, prepared himself for the darkness that was to come.

((Written by Luchian, edited by Zezimus and lionkopa99

Part I))

[Mucky 443]

Olaf currently holds the Opal of Ondnarch , because he was awesome and punched him in the face.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.