In the name of Grimnir the Slayer
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- Warkeymon
In the name of Grimnir the Slayer
Silver wrought by Dawi hands will be the price of last night's misdeeds. Already you have sent word for the Silver to be brought up from the Vaults and placed into wagons bound for Imladris. The Greatbeard and North Throng have escorted the Noldor out onto the High Pass to go homeward and Lord Elrond has chosen to claim the middle-ground as far as recompense goes. You had suggested that that the Dawi might pay twice over that which the Noldor were asking or half again at the least. There between the two Lord Elrond can show to his own folk that he is a power to exact tolls upon those who wrong them but can show to the Dawi as well that he is not the hand that takes greedily.
And now Lord Elrond calls upon you to show that the Drekfut Ankor Rik shall take this matter seriously, that his crown is more than a pretty piece. The Greybeards who partook of this foolishness shall be held to the exacting standards of the Dawi and taught the wisdom of their ancestors. The Lorekeepers shall take them down into the libraries of the Hall of Remembrance and they shall not return until they have been vouched for by those elders as learned in the histories of Reckoning and especially those Reckonings as spoke of the butchers of Sanctuary and Hospitality.
There was a curse that the mere speaking was like to see whole Clans march to Kin-Strife. Unbaraki. Breaker of Oaths. Not an accusation lightly laid, or willingly borne. But to lay harm upon one who has been sworn the safety of the Hold? There are those who would risk uttering the word, even if the ones harmed were not Dawi.
Perhaps Lord Elrond, and representatives from the injured families would visit the Hall of Remembrance and hear those lessons for though it will be Dawi Reckoning that writes justice, you shall allow the Noldor their own hand in the matter. You would not have the Noldor think that the Dawi treat such matters lightly. The Lord of the Noldor alone has elected to join the lessons, the other Noldor treat the mountain as if it is stained. Until the Reckoning is wrought, it may be right of them to do so.
You take Lord Elrond down into the Karak and to the Hall of Remembrance where the Lorekeepers have the Ironploughs already in hand. The lesson of the moment is of a Dawi born to the name Humnoc though Yulgun was his name at his death. He had been wrought by Clan Rubybeard in Karak Ziflin where Umgi went to ply their wares and enjoy the safety granted over mountain passes through the Grey Mountains by the Karak.
A Knight of the Quest had sworn to spend no two moons in one place as he journeyed upon an endeavour to slay the foes of his folk until he had proven his worth. And he came to Karak Ziflin for a time, but a quarrel had been spun between he and Humnoc. In anger, within the sanctuary of Karak Ziflin, Humnoc had struck down the Umgi and there had been Reckoning then. The King Granitehand had taken Humnoc to task and declared him ashamed beyond resolution. The Rubybeards had swiftly cast him from their number and Humnoc had shaved his beard and gone East.
They told again another tale, Jandral and Norbulim. The birth name of Jandral is little known though he had been of Clan Icefoot of Karak Azgaraz. He had bound Norbulim of Clan Cragstrider who had travelled there as a merchant, and he then went about his belongings and claimed some number as his own. A thief and a breach of hospitality, and when others of Clan Cragstrider had come from the Hornhold to seek after their kin he had turned them away and declared them liars. The accusation of Unbaraki had stirred then and Kin-Strife tore Clan Icefoot and Clan Cragstrider apart as they mustered the warriors amongst themselves and battled in the land that later was held by the Umgi of the Empire.
When the Kin-Strife seemed beyond ending, the High King had sent forth the Reckoners from Karaz-A-Karak to settle the matter and Norbulim had been found. This assault against one who should have been under the protection of Karak Azgaraz had been most shameful. The Reckoners had bound Jandral in chain and shaven his beard and he had been taken to Karak Kadrin.
And who knew not the tale of the War of Vengeance, when messengers of the Starbreaker had gone to Lothern and spoken with the second of the Elgi Dragon Kings and had been abused most fiercely in that Hall. And who knew not how that war ended, with the Dragon shattered under the Starbreaker's hammer.
Lord Elrond is a patient guest in these lessons, he sits beside you watching the Dawi as the weight of their misdeeds and history lays heavy on them. Where the Dawi need no explanation of what happens at Karak Kadrin, you speak with Lord Elrond quietly in the back of the room.
A Dawi who's shame and dishonour is grave and great and who has no recourse to restore it will take the Slayer's Oath. The Slayer Hold of Karak Kadrin was the traditional place for such Oaths, for at the Shrine of Grimnir there were great columns into which a Slayer laid their name for the last time. A new name rested upon their brow when they departed that Hall, their Oath sworn, and their life passed.
A Slayer was no longer a Dawi, no longer alive. They could not claim the sanctuary of a Karak, the Gates to them were sealed and no Dawi would ever offer to them aid or good will. For battle in the name of the Dawi or to beg the way to a fair Doom alone could they make entry behind the walls of a Hold. For the Oath commanded the Slayer to seek only his Doom, to hunt the enemies of the Dawi forever and slay them all until at long last Grimnir granted them their release from their Oath with an honourable Doom.
Sometimes a Slayer who found their Doom was reclaimed by their Clan and permitted to lay at rest in the Clan Tomb. Some Slayers however were so accursed for their shame that their hunt for their Doom would carry them across the turning of the ages.
And when it is the time, the Ironploughs come to the Throne Hall where you are seat above them and Lord Elrond has stood partway up the steps to one side. "One week you have studied your histories and traditions under the guidance of your Lorekeepers. You wrought your deeds. You wrought the consequences upon your Clan and your Hold and all your Folk. Now your consequences shall be your own work as well. If you were seated, where now I am, what Reckoning would you demand?"
The Greybeards look down in shame, one of them looks up at you. "The Slayer's Oath?" Your gaze is fixed, stern and stone. The Greybeard nods. "The Slayer's Oath." You turn then to look to the next of the three. He does not look up, though he speaks quietly to agree with the first. The third of the Ironploughs mutters, but his agreement that it should be the Oath is apparent enough.
So, you look then to Lord Elrond. "They would concede to the Oath. If that be a Reckoning to lean and light in your eyes then now you may demand a heavier penalty and they shall be asked again."
"I would not demand heavier." The Lord of the Noldor looks down at the Greybeards.
"So be it. Your Reckoning is thus," And you turn again to the Slayers. "The Oath is yours; you shall go up to the Shrine of Grimnir and forsake your names as your once kin must now forsake you. May Grimnir grant you the Dooms you deserve."
Silver wrought by Dawi hands will be the price of last night's misdeeds. Already you have sent word for the Silver to be brought up from the Vaults and placed into wagons bound for Imladris. The Greatbeard and North Throng have escorted the Noldor out onto the High Pass to go homeward and Lord Elrond has chosen to claim the middle-ground as far as recompense goes. You had suggested that that the Dawi might pay twice over that which the Noldor were asking or half again at the least. There between the two Lord Elrond can show to his own folk that he is a power to exact tolls upon those who wrong them but can show to the Dawi as well that he is not the hand that takes greedily.
And now Lord Elrond calls upon you to show that the Drekfut Ankor Rik shall take this matter seriously, that his crown is more than a pretty piece. The Greybeards who partook of this foolishness shall be held to the exacting standards of the Dawi and taught the wisdom of their ancestors. The Lorekeepers shall take them down into the libraries of the Hall of Remembrance and they shall not return until they have been vouched for by those elders as learned in the histories of Reckoning and especially those Reckonings as spoke of the butchers of Sanctuary and Hospitality.
There was a curse that the mere speaking was like to see whole Clans march to Kin-Strife. Unbaraki. Breaker of Oaths. Not an accusation lightly laid, or willingly borne. But to lay harm upon one who has been sworn the safety of the Hold? There are those who would risk uttering the word, even if the ones harmed were not Dawi.
Perhaps Lord Elrond, and representatives from the injured families would visit the Hall of Remembrance and hear those lessons for though it will be Dawi Reckoning that writes justice, you shall allow the Noldor their own hand in the matter. You would not have the Noldor think that the Dawi treat such matters lightly. The Lord of the Noldor alone has elected to join the lessons, the other Noldor treat the mountain as if it is stained. Until the Reckoning is wrought, it may be right of them to do so.
You take Lord Elrond down into the Karak and to the Hall of Remembrance where the Lorekeepers have the Ironploughs already in hand. The lesson of the moment is of a Dawi born to the name Humnoc though Yulgun was his name at his death. He had been wrought by Clan Rubybeard in Karak Ziflin where Umgi went to ply their wares and enjoy the safety granted over mountain passes through the Grey Mountains by the Karak.
A Knight of the Quest had sworn to spend no two moons in one place as he journeyed upon an endeavour to slay the foes of his folk until he had proven his worth. And he came to Karak Ziflin for a time, but a quarrel had been spun between he and Humnoc. In anger, within the sanctuary of Karak Ziflin, Humnoc had struck down the Umgi and there had been Reckoning then. The King Granitehand had taken Humnoc to task and declared him ashamed beyond resolution. The Rubybeards had swiftly cast him from their number and Humnoc had shaved his beard and gone East.
They told again another tale, Jandral and Norbulim. The birth name of Jandral is little known though he had been of Clan Icefoot of Karak Azgaraz. He had bound Norbulim of Clan Cragstrider who had travelled there as a merchant, and he then went about his belongings and claimed some number as his own. A thief and a breach of hospitality, and when others of Clan Cragstrider had come from the Hornhold to seek after their kin he had turned them away and declared them liars. The accusation of Unbaraki had stirred then and Kin-Strife tore Clan Icefoot and Clan Cragstrider apart as they mustered the warriors amongst themselves and battled in the land that later was held by the Umgi of the Empire.
When the Kin-Strife seemed beyond ending, the High King had sent forth the Reckoners from Karaz-A-Karak to settle the matter and Norbulim had been found. This assault against one who should have been under the protection of Karak Azgaraz had been most shameful. The Reckoners had bound Jandral in chain and shaven his beard and he had been taken to Karak Kadrin.
And who knew not the tale of the War of Vengeance, when messengers of the Starbreaker had gone to Lothern and spoken with the second of the Elgi Dragon Kings and had been abused most fiercely in that Hall. And who knew not how that war ended, with the Dragon shattered under the Starbreaker's hammer.
Lord Elrond is a patient guest in these lessons, he sits beside you watching the Dawi as the weight of their misdeeds and history lays heavy on them. Where the Dawi need no explanation of what happens at Karak Kadrin, you speak with Lord Elrond quietly in the back of the room.
A Dawi who's shame and dishonour is grave and great and who has no recourse to restore it will take the Slayer's Oath. The Slayer Hold of Karak Kadrin was the traditional place for such Oaths, for at the Shrine of Grimnir there were great columns into which a Slayer laid their name for the last time. A new name rested upon their brow when they departed that Hall, their Oath sworn, and their life passed.
A Slayer was no longer a Dawi, no longer alive. They could not claim the sanctuary of a Karak, the Gates to them were sealed and no Dawi would ever offer to them aid or good will. For battle in the name of the Dawi or to beg the way to a fair Doom alone could they make entry behind the walls of a Hold. For the Oath commanded the Slayer to seek only his Doom, to hunt the enemies of the Dawi forever and slay them all until at long last Grimnir granted them their release from their Oath with an honourable Doom.
Sometimes a Slayer who found their Doom was reclaimed by their Clan and permitted to lay at rest in the Clan Tomb. Some Slayers however were so accursed for their shame that their hunt for their Doom would carry them across the turning of the ages.
And when it is the time, the Ironploughs come to the Throne Hall where you are seat above them and Lord Elrond has stood partway up the steps to one side. "One week you have studied your histories and traditions under the guidance of your Lorekeepers. You wrought your deeds. You wrought the consequences upon your Clan and your Hold and all your Folk. Now your consequences shall be your own work as well. If you were seated, where now I am, what Reckoning would you demand?"
The Greybeards look down in shame, one of them looks up at you. "The Slayer's Oath?" Your gaze is fixed, stern and stone. The Greybeard nods. "The Slayer's Oath." You turn then to look to the next of the three. He does not look up, though he speaks quietly to agree with the first. The third of the Ironploughs mutters, but his agreement that it should be the Oath is apparent enough.
So, you look then to Lord Elrond. "They would concede to the Oath. If that be a Reckoning to lean and light in your eyes then now you may demand a heavier penalty and they shall be asked again."
"I would not demand heavier." The Lord of the Noldor looks down at the Greybeards.
"So be it. Your Reckoning is thus," And you turn again to the Slayers. "The Oath is yours; you shall go up to the Shrine of Grimnir and forsake your names as your once kin must now forsake you. May Grimnir grant you the Dooms you deserve."
