Kotuhi
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- Kotuhi
- Character Name
- Harikoa
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- Matt [Kotuhi]#4917
A GALE ripples throughout the northern mountains..
There were arguments to be had, great stories to be told. It has been spoken; winters long gale. That great bloody war raged long after its due. For when those stout Dwarves bravely resisted, they fought long into their Mothers Embrace. For when those peoples of Enarion came, they did not waver, they did not cease. They stood fast, like winters gale.
And with a long whimper, your power had faltered. So keenly had you sought your eternal demise, your empire of mindless shadow. Now with your departure the Mountain weeps, not for your longing, but for the taint you secrete. Worry not for life, our Mothers Womb shall prevail.
For she has sent us, Earth’s stout gale.
And so came..
RESTORATION.
ᚱᛖᛋᛏᛟᚱᚨᛏᛁᛟᚾ
While the Elf and the Human celebrated a joyous victory, the stout Dwarf delved deep below. Deep, and deeper still the vile taint had spread, like corrupted veins of ore, now purged from Mountain by the Champion of Lights gaze. Where these veins of taint had once spread far, fissures and seams had come in their place, and with an ear rending sound of shrieking stone our stout Dwarf watched as passages older than all faded into nothing more. The Dwarf now knew that the celebrations were not yet due, for the kin of Earth had yet much to do.
And so, our stout Dwarf returned to the Sky, to lands of blight far above. And as the days became weeks, and the weeks turned to years, the stout Dwarf toiled the lands at Mothers behest. Slowly and plainly the taint did recede, lands once barren brought to life from the warmth of the Earthen Womb. And yet, as the land turned green once more, all this time the Mountain's rumbling cries would be felt afar, as our Dwarf did watch in grief and horror.
Then one final tremor, king of them all, shuddered through the ancient valley, one not felt in an age and more. With Mountain's final howl its mouth trembled shut, sealing great halls, vaults, and holds, far too much to resolve for one companionless and alone. And so once again, even with lands again restored, our stout Dwarf knew that times of celebration must yet be postponed, for the true great work had naught but begun.
With it..
RECLAMATION.
ᚱᛖᚲᛚᚨᛗᚨᛏᛁᛟᚾ
The banishment of the Great One sent rifts throughout the great
mountain housing the ancient Hold of Ordheim, and over the past
three years persistent cave ins have slowly begun to make ancient
halls inaccessible, and now with the coming of the Siege of
rdheims third anniversary a quake more violent than any
before has blocked entrance to the once great Hold.
Slowly though people have begun to return to the once verdant
valley little by little, clearing it of the taint left over by the
minions of Death and sowing new life again, now though as the
quakes begin to calm these stout people have set their eyes on a
new ambition.. The Reclamation of Ordheim.
The Ordheim Reclamation Site – HELP WANTED!
Massive opportunities to be found, excavation of ancient Dwarven Holds!
Labourers, farmers, craftsmen, cooks, scholars, brewers, and all adventurous souls!
Housing and accommodations provided to all those willing to work.
Headquartered in the abandoned village of Hilltown, outside the ruins of Ordheim, and west of Dunluce Castle.
Speak to the Site Foreman for housing and work assignments.
MINI EVENT!
Join us for the official site opening on the third anniversary of the Siege of Ordheim.
This Saturday at 3pm EST (28th November 2020)
There were arguments to be had, great stories to be told. It has been spoken; winters long gale. That great bloody war raged long after its due. For when those stout Dwarves bravely resisted, they fought long into their Mothers Embrace. For when those peoples of Enarion came, they did not waver, they did not cease. They stood fast, like winters gale.
And with a long whimper, your power had faltered. So keenly had you sought your eternal demise, your empire of mindless shadow. Now with your departure the Mountain weeps, not for your longing, but for the taint you secrete. Worry not for life, our Mothers Womb shall prevail.
For she has sent us, Earth’s stout gale.
ᛖᚨᚱᛏᚺᛋ ᛋᛏᛟᚢᛏ ᚷᚨᛚᛖ
And so came..
RESTORATION.
ᚱᛖᛋᛏᛟᚱᚨᛏᛁᛟᚾ
While the Elf and the Human celebrated a joyous victory, the stout Dwarf delved deep below. Deep, and deeper still the vile taint had spread, like corrupted veins of ore, now purged from Mountain by the Champion of Lights gaze. Where these veins of taint had once spread far, fissures and seams had come in their place, and with an ear rending sound of shrieking stone our stout Dwarf watched as passages older than all faded into nothing more. The Dwarf now knew that the celebrations were not yet due, for the kin of Earth had yet much to do.
And so, our stout Dwarf returned to the Sky, to lands of blight far above. And as the days became weeks, and the weeks turned to years, the stout Dwarf toiled the lands at Mothers behest. Slowly and plainly the taint did recede, lands once barren brought to life from the warmth of the Earthen Womb. And yet, as the land turned green once more, all this time the Mountain's rumbling cries would be felt afar, as our Dwarf did watch in grief and horror.
Then one final tremor, king of them all, shuddered through the ancient valley, one not felt in an age and more. With Mountain's final howl its mouth trembled shut, sealing great halls, vaults, and holds, far too much to resolve for one companionless and alone. And so once again, even with lands again restored, our stout Dwarf knew that times of celebration must yet be postponed, for the true great work had naught but begun.
With it..
RECLAMATION.
ᚱᛖᚲᛚᚨᛗᚨᛏᛁᛟᚾ
The banishment of the Great One sent rifts throughout the great
mountain housing the ancient Hold of Ordheim, and over the past
three years persistent cave ins have slowly begun to make ancient
halls inaccessible, and now with the coming of the Siege of
rdheims third anniversary a quake more violent than any
before has blocked entrance to the once great Hold.
Slowly though people have begun to return to the once verdant
valley little by little, clearing it of the taint left over by the
minions of Death and sowing new life again, now though as the
quakes begin to calm these stout people have set their eyes on a
new ambition.. The Reclamation of Ordheim.
A stout figure with a fiery beard would be seen riding throughout the lands of Enarion on an even stouter
steed, stopping at each of the great nations hanging posters scribed in a boxy common.
steed, stopping at each of the great nations hanging posters scribed in a boxy common.
The Ordheim Reclamation Site – HELP WANTED!
Massive opportunities to be found, excavation of ancient Dwarven Holds!
Labourers, farmers, craftsmen, cooks, scholars, brewers, and all adventurous souls!
Housing and accommodations provided to all those willing to work.
Headquartered in the abandoned village of Hilltown, outside the ruins of Ordheim, and west of Dunluce Castle.
Speak to the Site Foreman for housing and work assignments.
MINI EVENT!
Join us for the official site opening on the third anniversary of the Siege of Ordheim.
This Saturday at 3pm EST (28th November 2020)
OOC:
Reclamation Site Coordinates: x1616 z750
Quickest way there is going to spawn then to the Dwarf Outpost, and from there following the road left
Message Matt [Kotuhi]#4917 if you need housing, want to join us here, or if you have any questions!
Our Discord
Reclamation Site Coordinates: x1616 z750
Quickest way there is going to spawn then to the Dwarf Outpost, and from there following the road left
Message Matt [Kotuhi]#4917 if you need housing, want to join us here, or if you have any questions!
Our Discord
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