Since the original character posting thread is getting filled up with discussion and and I assume puns and bad jokes... no, not assume, HOPE!chat, once we've finished there, please post once in this thread for a nice, neat, and pretty Character Roster.
Moradin listens intenly to your answers, "hurm"ing and "ahh... yes"ing as he moves your soul around on his rune-covered anvil. A few times, he is about to swing, but your answer seems to surprise him, and he changes the angle at which he was going to strike, pushing your form in a different direction, twisting and looping in ever more confusing and strange ways.
"You have answered, and I have listened. For you, Light bearer, I give you your final choice, the path you wish to follow is always your own, but by your answers, these twists and angles in the pattern of your soul will drive you to ever be dedicated to seeing the hearts of Dwarves and others. Their stories will compel you, and retelling those stories will drive you and hearten those about you. In your travels, and travel you must, you will find friends and allies, but mostly you will be bonded in your mission with your twin.
As hammer strikes steel to shape the souls of Dwarves,
Your hands shall strike drum, iron, and string.
As Berronar sings and fills your soul with The Light,
So shall you sing and fill the souls of our people."
Moradin takes a steel stamp a symbol of a Drum with pair of drumsticks laying across it on the face of the imprinting head and places it against the thickest part of your Pattern. With a mighty swing, he strikes it hard with his runic hammer, leaving the symbol deep in your core. He then folds the steel over, burying the mark from the surface, but keeping its impact upon you. A desire and love of music, song, story and adventure fill your heart. A driving force that quickly fades into the recesses of your mind, bubbling and strengthening, pushing you towards the power held in the hearts of the Dwarves. Moradin, for you, has chosen the life.... of the Bard!
As you sink into the quenchant, Moradin speaks directly into your mind. As the coin spins, we do not know what side it will land on, but we know it must land. Fate is never truly set while the coin spins, there is always chance, there is always a gamble to be made. But when the coin falls, you will be there to catch it. Fortunes will fall into and out of your fingers. Greed is said to be a downfall, but it is also a force that has driven the Dwarves to great works. Your purpose, I am sorry to say, will be dire. The Light burns brightly in you, and in your brother. The coin spins for your now, go forth, grow, and take up the mantle of the Prophecy. The World needs you and your brother.
Moradin gives a mischievous grin at your passions, but then scowls at the result of your dereliction of duty. "You... LEARNED?! What did the hundreds who died because of your foolishness learn? Bah! Your passion burns too bright." He grabs an imprinting tool, one with the image of an open book, and places the head against your ingot. With an angry swing, he hammers the image deep into you, then flips you over halfway on the anvil, pounding and bending your ingot in half. Eventually he completes the fold, burying the image of the tome inside of your soul. As the folding completes, a calmness and passion for duty, learning, history, and knowledge fill you.
"You will be thinking more with your mind, than with your little smith there. You show a devoutness, and that will be brought forth. Perhaps you can serve your people better from the temple, than from the gates that protect us."
He calms as he works, satisfied that the flaw in your soul has been corrected, and smiles at the answers that come after. "Very good, that is better. A life of contemplation and prayer will do your soul, and the souls of all Dwarves, well. Let us continue with this path, and you will find yourself becoming a cornerstone of our society. Your guidance will be needed, as your twin is a bit of a hot-head, and she will need you to be her Rock. Guide her, help her, and protect her, as she protects you. The temple will always have need of the Hammer as well as the Cloth. You shall be one, and she shall be the other."
As he works, you notice your form taking a looping, twisting pattern that seems to change shape and direction if you stop focusing on it for longer than a heartbeat. Buried within your own self, you see the history of the Dwarves, their growth, their dominion, their fall and return. There are maps of Dwarven history buried inside of your very being, and they compel you to know more, always in pursuit of the knowledge of the Dwarves.
"You seek the road, and that is good, for your sister will always be on the move. Protect her, as she protects you. Guide her, as she guides you, and you may find yourselves writing what will become vaunted and glorified histories."
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Due to some major issues in RL, I am taking a break from RPGX until December.
Taken the Oath of Sangus
Last edited by Karhald; Mar 21st, 2017 at 01:38 AM.