RHUNRIKKI STROLLAR (Warhammer Fantasy Golden Age Dwarf Runelord Quest)

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[Copperscale]

The Runelord

Misty morning, clouds in the sky
Without warning, the Runelord walks by
Casting his shadow, destroying all spells
Shining armor, tinkling bell

Never talking
Just keeps walking
Crushing all magic

Evil power disappears
Demons worry when the Runelord is near
He turns tears into joy
Everyone's happy when the Runelord walks by

Never talking
Just keeps walking
Crushing all magic

Sun is shining, clouds have gone by
All the people give a happy sigh
He has passed by, giving his sign
Left all the people feeling so fine

Never talking
Just keeps walking
Crushing all magic

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A popular song, commonly thought to be written in honor of Snorri

 

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[Voikirium]

The Chant of the Purifying Rune

Bright ingots have I brought
Of the gleaming Gromril;
the remains of daemons sought
who my kith and kin and clan did kill;
and now I make thought
and bear will
And make ready my hammer strong:

Seven times seven heartbeats did I strike steel;
Seven for Grungni who rules now long
Seven for Valaya who taught to heal
Seven for Grimnir who killed bleak song
Seven for Gazul who made bull kneel
Seven for Smednir who sharpens hard prong
Seven for Morgrim who tends the fire

Seven for Thungni, who sees beyond sight
Seven for Thungni, the bringer of ire
Seven for Thungni, whose bellows are might
Seven for Thungni, the great sire
Seven for Thungni, the one of great insight
Seven for Thungni, Him to which all aspire
Seven for Thungni, the bane of the Serpent

For many times cast I Ancestor's Art
The ever strident
Against the greedy at heart
The Avarice Maleficent;
Bright fire did knowledge impart
that savior of a student,
Searing fury burned in my mind

And so searing fire you too shall bring
A bane upon all demon kind
A bane upon upon the Blood King
A bane upon the Sorrow Blind
A bane upon the One That Must Sing
A bane upon the Ambition Vined
A bane upon the Bull of Smoke

A bane upon the Gazul Slayed
A bane upon the Aurochs that Broke
A bane upon the Hell Made
A bane upon the Desert That Spoke
A bane upon the One That Magic Claimed
A bane upon the Slayer of Kinsfolk
Now make ready the blackstone

The void bearer
Your knife you must hone
And make ready your hammer
And speak of all good that is known
And make ready for the clamor
And carve through every evil shown.
Seven times seven heartbeats you will strike.

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A little poem, it's been a while since I did any especially this long. I imagine it as a chant for making the Master Rune of Purification, if not necessarily the only one.

 

[Dark as Silver]

I just had a thought, one that will occur to no dwarf whatsoever from now until the end of time: Whichever dwarf journeyman sleeping in our storeroom finally got Snori to consider the state of his workshop might well have changed the course of history. Narratively if he did not have his nose rubbed in the disorder odds are he would not have acted, that fellow individually and a the company of of gossiping beardlings collectively are what pushed a Living Ancestor to stake his honor on a vision to change the face of Runesmithing and the Karaz Ankor as a whole

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You're out of order but you're right.



Sure is a story to tell your grandkids.

 

[Voikirium]

Poetry of the Dwarf-Fimir War
-Gathered by Gale Caller Leandre Agua-

Red fire fills the sky
Ash chokes mire and mud and life
A mountain wakes
-Elven work relating Dwarf stories to the entertainment of the Phoenix Court. Considerably less popular following the War of the Beard.

Attend!
Jail's bars all break!
Wrath and ruin spit their fire!
The manacles that bound us break!
Revenge!
-Burned into the remains of a Fimir fortress by magic. The perpetrator is both obvious and alarming.

Ash falls like gods' gaze upon us
A shadow descending like a fist
The slaughter was Bull Glorious
Raven's breath became like a mist
Mire and mud and misery persist
The great serpent's bright poison burns
We cast ourselves against the fury of a purist
Even as the wheel of fate turns
-Among the knowledge I tricked out of the Dirach Thalkan, aside from mystical lore, were a number of Fimir cultural markers and treasures, including poetry describing the War against the Mountains. If nothing else, they have no regrets of the glory they gained.

How shall I tell thee of the time fire fell?
In Age of Glass, in our Age of Slaughter
The mountain sky falling cleaved open hell
Pouring gold flame and spewing smoke like laughter

Like the bull's roar his bellicose fury
The white-clad slayer, the white clad killer
Our lord he bled like some vile augury
The thrice damned blind slave of a fool miner

His grey inferno poured out like the tides
And all that was in his way burned like oak
A rage, a wrath, a choler that collides
Like blue thunder upon his hammer's stroke

Such a shame then for all stout mountain folk
That the might of their kingdom our gods broke
-Sonnet of the Silver Snow War, an old Beastmen poem that varies considerably by tribe. This form was taken during our aid to Athel Loren

We sing the old tale
Snorri we must hail
Fire song
Foemen blood like ale
Their vile endless wail
Spills long
His rage does not fail
Nor his pyric gale
Runes strong
-An old dwarf poem, a folk song speaking of Snorri Whitebeard's prowess

 

[soulcake]

Oh right, forgot to post this but, i you want a visualization of what the Hatchlings look like, behold.

Spoiler: The Bane of Mortalkind, the foe Beneath

 

[MoonSerpent]

Rule of Three seems to be really powerful and looks to apply to more than just runes…

It might be even stronger if they were three different races too,

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So maybe the Rule of Three is actually the friends we met along the way?

 

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