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  Scribe's Contest XI - Voting!
Posted by: Admiral - Today 03:59 AM - Replies (1)
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Welcome to the voting thread for the 11th Scribe's Contest writing competition!

"And one, and two, and one-two-three-four...!”





How to vote:
Please submit 3 numbers as votes by sending a PM to Scribe account (a special account all Staff members can access). We had 7 entries this time, which means each entrant will receive 7 slaves once the winners have been announced.

You are not allowed to vote for your own entry.

Each (more or less) anonymous entry is numbered ranging from 1 to 7. There is no need to specify which one you think is 1st, 2nd or 3rd. Simply list the three that you like we will do the rest.

Voting will close at 11:59 PM September 3rd, 2017 EST (Eastern Standard Timezone).  Once the votes are tallied we will post the results.

Subject Matter: The True Nature of the Father of Darkness





Entry #1

Trackless steppe, a plain of bones
Hidden there, great halls of stone
Ramparts rise up to the very sky
Ruinous banners upon them fly

Red hot furnace burns the air
Journey here only few dare
Brute overlords make this their lair

A city where life has no worth
manacles and chains dragged through its dirt
Furious industry cracks its earth

Let the hammers sing
Faces behind the masks are grim
A dirge for bloody war
Ironclad Dwarfs range far

Black hearts filled with greed
Feverish eyes glazed by mead
Ashen beards bound in brass
They charge
en masse

Blood and iron!
Crushing all beneath their boots
Smoke and fire!
An unyielding desire
Runic icons of yore
Becomes occult artifacts
Through Daemonic lore

By steel will
Are battles won
Wealth is made
By lives enslaved

In cursed ziggurats
The currency is souls
Favors bought by feel deeds
Bloody sacrifices grants them their goals

A god vain and cruel
Use the souls as fuel
Dark rituals of the Dawi Zharr
Leaves the world riddled with scars

Hellish contraptions powered by steam
bound by runes and black oaths
as made from a madman's dream
crush the bones of foes
makes them sing songs of woes

Blood and iron!
Crushing all beneath their boots
Smoke and fire!
An unyielding desire
Runic icons of yore
Becomes occult artifacts
Through Daemonic lore

By steel will
Are battles won
Wealth is made
By lives enslaved






Entry #2

Break or Be Broken

See!
Hear!
Know!

We are the forsaken ones,
in the thrall of dread Dark God,
our dedication absolute...

Hearts of stone,
and fevered minds,
the Dark God's own,
the broken kind's.

Break!
Break!
Break or be broken!

See!
Hear!
Know!

We are the toiling ones,
cursed by ancestors and gods,
our damnation assured...

Wills of steel,
madness chained,
the master's heel,
the honour stained.

Break!
Break!
Break or be broken!

See!
Hear!
Know!

We are the chosen ones,
erecting greatest works,
to His dominion claim...

Souls on fire,
a world to scour,
the hardship dire,
the hunger for power.

Break!
Break!
Break or be broken!

Break!
Break!
Break or be broken!

Break!
Break!
Break or be broken!

- Chaos Dwarf Cult Song






Entry #3


Hobgoblin Sneakers – Tzomy Tzukker

Put on your Big Hat, Dawi
Hashut, we're going out to fight
Put on your Big Hat, Dawi
Hashut, we're going out to fight
Better curl your bearded face,
Send Sneaky Gitz to kill'em right

Send in your Hobgoblin sneakers
and wear that Big Hat on your head
Send in your Hobgoblin sneakers
and wear that Big Hat on your head
They're just slaves now, Dawi
Hashut knows your gunna knock'em dead

I've got an old Chaotic fever
and some strength in my backhand
got an old Chaotic fever
got some strength in my backhand
Hobgoblin slaves cost much more than I can stand

Get behind your Hobgoblin sneakers
and wear that Big Hat on your head
Get behind your Hobgoblin sneakers
and wear that Big Hat on your head
Though some slaves die
In Hashut's name you've gotta knock'em dead






Entry #4


Lammasu

Darkling fire come smother me
Let shadows fill my mind
With your power I shall see
My soul to Hashut I bind

Bone!

Once splintered and smashed
Mended with artisan skill
Flame of furnace lashed
Sheathed in dark steel

Skin!

Once broken and shorn
Fused with fury and fire
In Hashut’s image reborn
Hardened and cracked by pyre

Soul!

Food for Hashut’s thirst
This I do gladly yield
And so become the First
Hooves beat the battlefield

I am Dawi no more
Gone the weakness within
Gone my outer flaws
His word I shall bring

Bone!

Once splintered and smashed
Mended with artisan skill
Flame of furnace lashed
Sheathed in dark steel

Skin!

Once broken and shorn
Fused with fury and fire
In Hashut’s image reborn
Hardened and cracked by pyre

Soul!

Food for Hashut’s thirst
This I do gladly yield
And so become the First
Hooves beat the battlefield

His word I shall bring!
His glory I shall sing!
I am Lammasu!






Entry #5

(Chorus, softly): Lift the hammer!

There’s no earthly way of knowing
How many hours we’ve been moaning
There’s no knowing how long we’re going
Or how hot the bellows blowing

(Chorus, louder than before): Lift the hammer!

Not a spec of light is showing
So His hunger must be growing
Are the fires of hell a-glowing?
Are the temple daggers flowing?

(Chorus, yet louder than before): Lift the hammer!

Yes, His hunger must be growing
For the blood and steel keep flowing!
And they’re certainly not showing!
Any signs that they are slowing!

(Chorus, loud and boisterous): Lift the hammer and strike and again! That’s the Daemonsmith’s way!






Entry #6

Temple Chant Number    7-11   

Clang         =         Large Bronze Gong being hit
Thump     =     Bass Drum beats    or    Staff Butts banged onto the floor

>HASHUT!<     Clang     >Aaaaaaaaaaah!<
>Saviour of the Dawi Zharr!<
Thump, … thump,    …    thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

>HASHUT!<     Clang     >Aaaaaaaaaaah!<
>He saved every one of us!<
Thump, … thump,    …    thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

>HASHUT!<     Clang     >Aaaaaaaaaaah!<
>He has blessed our noble race!<
Thump, … thump,    …    thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

>HASHUT!<     Clang     >Aaaaaaaaaaah!<
>He is our Father in Darkness!<
Thump, … thump,    …    thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

>HASHUT!<     Clang     >Aaaaaaaaaaah!<
>He owns every-one of us<
Thump!
>The souls of every-one of us!<
Thump!
>With a mighty hoof, he’ll crush the world<
>And the Dawi Zharr will rule . . all!<
Thump, … thump,    …    thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.






Entry #7

Make haste! Make haste! We cross the death-locked northern waste.   
Where dark unspoken deeds are done, 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun.
March we with endless iron tread to iron will of granite dead   
whose stone hard hand beats walking drum, 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun.

MAKE HASTE! With deadly IRON TREAD!    [shouted with a chorus of voices]

Lay waste, destroy! With iron and fire and smoke sing joy.   
The fortress fallen; battle won, 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun.
Drink deep the sound of battle's song; the clanking roar of engines strong
that follow on the walking drum, 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun.

DESTROY! and hark the BATTLE SONG    [shouted with a chorus of voices]

Lay waste, and burn! With axe and smoking cannon turn.   
Rout the foe; their senses stun, 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun.
And wretched bring them back in chain; to toil till end of days in vain 
and ever fear the walking drum, 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun.

LAY WASTE! and BURN and BIND THEM!    [shouted with a chorus of voices]

Lay waste! Lay waste! Enslave and drag with brutal haste.   
To blackened tower of Zharr-Naggrund, 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun.
To fan the flames of smoking forge and mine the depths of blackest gorge 
and blinded hear the walking drum, 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun.

ENSLAVE! to the BLACKEST DEPTHS!    [shouted with a chorus of voices] 

Make haste! Make haste! We rule the dreadful northern waste.   
Our last unspoken deeds are done, 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun.
The price of power thus we earn; from stone we start, to stone return. 
and endless beats the walking drum, 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun. 

From Stone we start, TO STONE RETURN!

The stone hand beats the Walking Drum
...we follow on the Walking Drum.
...they ever fear the Walking Drum.
...and blinded hear the Walking Drum.
For endless beats the Walking Drum.   

Across the death-locked northern waste... 'neath twilight glare of frozen sun... 
'neath twilight glare of frozen sun...   







Remember, the Gold winner's prize will be one unpainted resin kit of Triumph & Treachery:



Great job folks and good luck!

The Staff

Also on CDO:
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  Carven Images & Temple Song Contest
Posted by: Admiral - 08-12-2017 04:25 AM - Replies (2)
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A mass of archive photos from both old Hand of Hashut (thanks to Timothy Colonna) and Chaos Dwarfs Online have now been uploaded and stuck in the Showcase section. Check them out, but beware that it's a lot of pictures for the computer to load!

Carven Images: Hand of Hashut in Pictures, Courtesy of Timothy Colonna

Carven Images: A Decade of CDO in Pictures (2007-2017 A.D.)


These Carven Images are quick-salvaged ones, picked selectively by Admiral among our surviving pictures. The method is described in the CDO archive thread and active members expected to salvage their own images have on the large been bypassed. Aside from the above compilation threads, quick-salvaged pictures have also been uploaded to members' main hobby logs where at all possible, among the first posts. Do not delete!

This does not mean the end for our ongoing salvage operation. On the contrary, we need all volunteers for the Migration to the Darklands to conclude succesfully and restore individual pictures all across the forum!




Last but not least, we have a very special writing competition cooking on CDO at the moment:

Scribe's Contest XI: Temple Song Lyrics


Described more in detail in the legal disclaimer, this competition will see one worthy entrant's song picked up by musicians. More to be revealed later on...

Don't miss your chance to immortalize your songwriting!

The Staff

Also on CDO: Photobucket TOS Woes & Third party image hosting
Photobucket Migration to the Darklands – Stage I
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  Scribe's Contest XI - Temple Song Lyrics!
Posted by: Admiral - 08-09-2017 03:57 AM - Replies (13)
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Chaos Dwarfs Online Presents: The 11th Scribe's Contest writing competition on Chaos Dwarfs Online!

A sudden two-writing-competitions-in-a-row exception to the rules which is necessary and unavoidable or unforeseeable (pressing circumstances, got talent waiting...): Painting & Modelling contests will resume soon enough, folks!


We are pleased to announce that this Scribe's Contest has been sponsored by Admiralty Miniatures. There will be one prize of this unpainted 5x10,5 cm resin relief plate Triumph & Thralldom for the Gold winner:



”Out from the nightmare workshops and roaring manufactories and open pit mines of the Dawi Zharr empire there rise the din and clamour of tools at work, metal striking metal, metal striking stone, metal striking wood, flesh or bone. A thousand times ten thousand slave feet scurry and shuffle, and chains jangle and rattle while whips lash through the air. There is a moaning and a coughing and spitting, a harsh shouting and cursing and talking, a praying and recitating and prophesying. Monsters snort and weaklings whimper as cruel Hobgoblins laugh mischievously and baleful Chaos Dwarfs lords it over this hateful dominion. And in the background, storm winds howl as lightning strikes, and thunder rolls while volcanoes rumble and the cracked earth's crust moves like a nest of restless giants in the Dark Lands. And among the sizzle and crackle of fires, the hardship and the toil, among the din and the chaos, a savage music with a rhythm all of its own rise to the dark and fiery heavens above.

For this is the metallic and bloody music of the Dwarfs of Fire, and woe betide any mortal who shall hear it at its towering heart, the titanic edifice of Mingol Zharr-Naggrund the Great, the terror of men and prison of Daemons alike...

It is a sound of cruelty, and a sound of megalomania. It is madness, and it is unbearable. Yet above all, it is the music of hell on earth, and the Blacksmiths of Chaos are its chanting Daemons.

These are the words of the Unspeakable Ones.“




Subject Matter: A Harsh Music – Temple Song Lyrics
The theme for this writing competition is to produce one song lyric fit for a Chaos Dwarf Temple. You may of course write it as a metal song text if you wish.

Your entry could consist of a Temple acolyte chant, or a Metal variant of how you envision some Chaos Dwarf religious music to sound like.

Legal Disclaimer
By submitting an entry to this competition you automatically agree to give anyone on Chaos Dwarfs Online in general and in particular Admiral and MadHatter full rights to use and spread your song text, even for commercial projects. Any song text used in such manner may have its lyrics changed by the musicians involved, according to artistic taste. Any song text chosen for music production will result in its writer getting access to the music files, but without monetary compensation (Admiral does not make money out of this either but has in fact negotiated away parts of a future commission payment for this music production [to be paid out of his pocket if the clients don't end up satisfied with the sculpted products, of course]; full details will eventually be revealed, but suffice to say that the musicians are gathered NOW, not in half a year's time, and it is imperative to forge while the iron is hot). Any lyric author will of course be mentioned with due credit given in the end product.

Writing Rules
The word limit is entirely up to the writers themselves. Write it as song lyrics. Age of Sigmar entries are of course welcome.

All entries are to be written "in-universe", meaning no lines about D6s or green stuff are allowed. See the General Rules.

You are encouraged to ask Admiral about whether your entry meet the requirements or not, should you be unsure.


Spellcheck
Please spellcheck your entry before submission. Even so, to help even the field for the non-native English speakers, Admiral may correct grammar and spelling mistakes within the limits of his grasp of the English language.


Inspiration Sources
Anything can be your inspiration, including your latest tabletop game. See the Guidelines, and Chaos Dwarf Stories & Background Section. (You are not allowed to copy someone else's work!)

For this particular contest it might be interesting to seek inspiration from the Liber Chaotica tomes.


Please read the full rules and guidelines that apply to the Scribe's Contest competition before submitting your entry!


Deadline: 11:59 PM 22nd of August 2017 EST (Eastern Standard Timezone)
Submit your entry by PM to the Scribe account before the deadline. Entries will not be accepted after that date and time regardless of how cool your submission is. (You have a little under 2 weeks to complete your entry.)

If for some reason you are having trouble with your submission, contact one of the Staff before the deadline. In order to avoid problems, we strongly advise entrants not to wait until the very last minute to submit their entries... As things can and do go wrong at the last minute. Please do not send entries to individual Admin or Staff members to submit on your behalf as they may not check their PMs!


How to Enter
Write one song text of Chaos Dwarf lyrics, invented by you, and send a PM to Scribe (a special user that all Staff have access to) containing the entry. The moderator organizing the contest will then check the inbox one or a few days before deadline and verify to each entrant that their submission was received.


If you win
- Take your place in the upcoming Scribe's Contest Hall of Fame (to be created), where your glory will be remembered for years to come.
- Receive the Scribe's Contest medal for your online persona:
                             
- Everyone who enters gets a number of slaves equal to the number of entries. If 40 people enter we award 40 slaves to each person who entered.
- If you win Gold, you'll win resin wall relief plate, courtesy of Admiralty Miniatures.


Entries will count towards a participation medal, which is the simpler Scribe's Contest equivalent of Artisan's Contest and Golden Hat veteran medals.

As usual once all entries are received a voting thread will be created. If there are any questions please PM me, another Staff member or post them here.


Summary
Subject Matter: A Harsh Music – Temple Song Lyrics
Deadline: 11:59 PM 22nd of August 2017 EST (Eastern Standard Timezone)

If any forum members would like to aid Scribe's Contest by donating models or other materials as prizes for future competitions, feel free to contact myself or one of the Staff to help sort out details.

Now, carve your tablet. Sharpen your pen and dip it in fresh slave blood, for Hashut demands words!

The Staff

Also on CDO: Photobucket TOS Woes & Third party image hosting
Photobucket Migration to the Darklands – Stage I
Photobucket Migration to the Darklands - Stage II
 

  Scribe's Contest X - Winners!
Posted by: Admiral - 08-08-2017 03:32 AM - Replies (10)
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Winners of Scribe's Contest X: The True Nature of the Father of Darkness

"For the truth shall crush ye..."




Just like all the other rounds, we had a splendid turn-out of entries, with submissions spanning from fragmented texts through poems to campfire talk. The tenth Scribe's Contest had a lot to bring to the table, from corrupted Ancestor Gods to baleful secrets of Chaos. The voting was even with votes received by all entries, and the slimmest of margins deciding the winners. It was great to see such tales written upon dry parchment! No doubt the texts were all written in spilt blood with trembling hands, or carved into the skulls of foes. Takes Hat off

And now, ladies and gentlemen, the winners!





Entry #4: Abecedar  (1st)

Father in Darkness


Lord Z’Lenn trudged into the tunnels, his bodyguards trailing behind. The walk was shorter than it once had been. The struggle against chaos had raged for years, the fighting constant, sapping their numbers and assailing their will.

Those on guard saluted him and left, visibly weary. As Z’Lenn settled in for his vigil, the space began to darken as it had many times before. He extended his senses, attempting to find the source. He knew something was there, but again could not define it. The presence coalesced and Z’Lenn drew his power in, he had waited for this chance to confront this thing. He projected his will and demanded. “Who are you?!”

Silence surrounded Z’Lenn; as a hiss prickled at the back of his neck;

His answer was a cascade of hot breath, exhaled from all around him.
>>“I am your saviour”<<
“I can save myself”
>>“No you cannot. Believe in me, I can save you”<<

The voice echoed away and the awareness of encroaching chaos returned. Masses of mutated beings streaming towards him. He unleashed bright clean fire and they burned, he shot clear white lightning and they fried, but multitudes kept coming. He felt his strength waning and knew that this time he couldn’t hold.

>>“I can help you.”<<
“How?”
>>“Believe in me. Do Fire, like this.”<<
Z’Lenn sent fire, dark fire in a thousand shades of blood.
>>“Worship me. Do lightning like this.”<<
Z’Lenn sent lightning, black shards reflecting darkness.
>>“Exalt in me. Do this. Like this.”<<
Z’Lenn released chains of dark fire and darker lightning and the demons fell down, bound.

Z’lenn looked at the darkness and believed.
Z’lenn bowed to the darkness and worshipped it.
“Who are you? He asked again”
The Darkness replied,
>>“I am your Father”<<
Z’Lenn exalted in belonging.






Entry #3: Pappa Midnight (2nd)

A Flaming Load of Bull


“Evidential transcript number one. I submit to you the so-called song that the accused and co-conspirators performed on the steps of the Grand Ziggurat yesterday evening. They claim to be in a metal band, whatever that is.”

Faster than an Eldritch spell
You are terrifying, beautiful
Blazing, mighty Lord of Hell
And a flaming load of bull!

Master of Dawi Zharr pulling my chain
You’re twisting reality and opening doors
Blinded by you, I fight through the pain
Just say my name, then I’ll scream yours
Hashut!
Hashut!
Just say my name, then I’ll scream yours
Hashut!
Hashut!
A flaming load of bull!

A mighty daemon nestled between dead and alive
A fiery god-beast - no portents, no signs
Day of judgement, but will our prince arrive
Eventually, we’re all buried in the mines

When the mountain starts to crack, there’s no use turning back
'Cause I just had to see, was Hashut really watching me?
In the ash and mist reality twists
Was all this well, or just some kind of spell?
Hashut!
Hashut!
Just say my name, then I’ll scream yours
Hashut!
Hashut!
Where are you?

A flaming load of bull!
(Guitar Solo)

On the holy Plain of Zharr
Prophets raise the battle cry
Ten thousand foes come from afar
But do we pray to an empty sky?

A flaming load of bull!

Flaming bull…bull…bull, flaming bull..bull..bull ( Fade )

“As you can see, this vile blasphemy calls into question the very existence of our divine master! Have you anything to say for yourself, vile worm?”






Entry #8: MadHatter (3rd)

"Refered to as Arch-Daemons or Lesser Chaos Gods, to glimpse into the what is of the Father of Darkness, we look to these lesser Chaos Gods, such as Malal, the Horned Rat, Ans'l, Mo'rcck, Phraz-Etar, Necoho, Khorne's Urlf, Zuvassin, the weird Nuffle or even to the Dark Lord of Mordheim, first and last Daemon Prince of Chaos Undivided, Be'lakor, who while not technically a Lesser God of Chaos schemed during the End Times to become the Fifth Ruinous Power by breaking through the Chaos Gate of Grimnir's Fortress Kazad Drengazi.

What these Lesser Deities of Chaos share is the channeling of powers (or possession of the virtues) belonging normally in the spectrum of the Ruinous Four. Maybe mostly accented in Urlf who even bestows the Mark and mutations of Khorne to his worshippers but surely even the Horned Rat is an amalgam of these four fundamental elements of Chaos, waxing primarily in Tzeentch's warpmagic and mutations as well as Nurgle's pestilence and multiplicity.

Hashut, the Father of Darkness, is The Shadow of the Flame that is Zharr-Naggrund, the Bull-God of the Chaos Dwarf. An amalgam waxing primarily in Khorne's strife, war and rage (The Father of Darkness is even portrayed as a red raging fiery bull), of Tzeentch's alchemical magic mixed with the ancient Dwarf arts of smithing and even into the black brilliance of the ecstasy, the wish to enslave and to dominate that belongs to Slaanesh, looming as a shadow beyond the obvious. Interesting enough with no visible traces of Nurglian influence, the Chaos Dwarfs are few and neither subject to decay or multiplicity, giving an alchemical meaning to the Fires of Hashut."

-Except from the forbidden
Alchemy of Chaos





1st Place - Gold Scribe Winner: Entry #4 - Abecedar
2nd Place - Silver Scribe Winner: Entry #3 - Pappa Midnight
3rd Place - Bronze Scribe Winner: Entry #8 - MadHatter



The Entry Key!
You can share your love for each entry (found here) by donating slaves to the owners of the entries!

01 - Uther the unhinged
02 – Jackswift
03 - Pappa Midnight
04 - Abecedar
05 - Admiral
06 - Ikkred Pyrhelm
07 – Enjoysrandom
08 -  MadHatter
09 - Roark

Slaves and medals are incoming! If you wonder how many votes your entry received, PM me.

And now for the Gold prize, from Admiralty Miniatures. The Gold winner receives one unpainted Four Reliefs Plate of Ancient Times (showcase sample painted by Enjoysrandom):


The winner will be contacted shortly via PM or E-mail.

A big "thanks" to everyone who participated and voted!

Let's see the entries in the blogs of everyone who entered. Also, please post them as new threads in the Stories and Background section of the CDO Forums. Wink

That concludes the ninth instalment of Scribe's Contest. It is a most valuable addition to the growing mass of Chaos Dwarf and Hobgoblin culture texts accumulated on CDO. Well done, everyone!

Next up: Err... Scribe's Contest again!


The Staff

Also on CDO: Photobucket TOS Woes & Third party image hosting
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  Scribe's Contest X - Voting!
Posted by: Admiral - 08-02-2017 04:51 AM - Replies (8)
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Welcome to the voting thread for the 10th Scribe's Contest writing competition!

"And the baleful beast heaved and snorted, and the pillars of the world trembled..."





How to vote:
Please submit 3 numbers as votes by sending a PM to Scribe account (a special account all Staff members can access). We had 9 entries this time, which means each entrant will receive 9 slaves once the winners have been announced.

You are not allowed to vote for your own entry.

Each (more or less) anonymous entry is numbered ranging from 1 to 9. There is no need to specify which one you think is 1st, 2nd or 3rd. Simply list the three that you like we will do the rest.

Voting will close at 11:59 PM August 7th, 2017 EST (Eastern Standard Timezone).  Once the votes are tallied we will post the results.

Subject Matter: The True Nature of the Father of Darkness





Entry #1

I wish to present a translation of the surviving Nebabtite Tablets found beneath the ruins of Golfrasur: Age uncertain, author unknown.

I have used the Amourfaitfils' translation. Though possibly more controversial than the standard form I feel that its use of pronouns is justified by the similarities in grammatical form to first age Duardin Script.

The B'hanic Manuscripts mentioned are also noted in the heresies of the mad Archmage Escriveon but there is no record of them other than that.

The timing, placing and indeed reality of the events recorded is unknown. Hartsson has suggested a reference to an era predating even the age of myth. The more wild metaphysical assertions he argues are allegorical.

Professor Aych-Peeyell

”....fled east. Driven by the cataclysm that had overtaken their.......lured by the dark figure ......dreams promising....salvation they...

......Plain of Bones they came...... ruined city. Great blocks hinted.... strange architecture....... twisted geometry that......ziggurat that dominated.......aeon weathered obsidian........ protection from the sorcerous winds.........howled.....mutating and twisting all outside.

Safe within....bas reliefs....strange glyphs seeming to squirm and shift just......sight.... trying to find a ..... they could understand.......The Nameless City stirred in her sleep........roused from.....her new children safe...... her bosom that....

Once again...... ever thus and will be again....... For this.........the dark city ALmaddul screamed of...his daemon ridden sight. Broken shard.......shattered dimension destroyed by greed. Alien and......remnant and refugee locked together....

....same city hinted ........B'hanic Manuscripts. S'Hir Ng gnd the eternal....dark thorn stuck ...flesh of our reality. Haunted.......her lover....ghost..... forgotten god stalking halls and corridors.....Thirsting.......worship that makes dreams flesh....Blood.......memories whole....rise again.

Greed incarnate......Alien and undying....Outside time....Gather new children...... again........”






Entry #2

Never barest heat of glowing coal
nor searing flash of breath fed ember.
Not in red eyed glare of molten brand
Nor tempest flare in roaring timber.
In strength of raging minotaur none
nor two thousand pounds of crushing bull.
Not heavy engine of destruction
Comes to price nor pays the final toll.
But rather in the full of endless
rage and mindless fill the smoking dram,
and touch the fiery cusp that fills
the endless burning brutal core I am.






Entry #3

A Flaming Load of Bull


“Evidential transcript number one. I submit to you the so-called song that the accused and co-conspirators performed on the steps of the Grand Ziggurat yesterday evening. They claim to be in a metal band, whatever that is.”

Faster than an Eldritch spell
You are terrifying, beautiful
Blazing, mighty Lord of Hell
And a flaming load of bull!

Master of Dawi Zharr pulling my chain
You’re twisting reality and opening doors
Blinded by you, I fight through the pain
Just say my name, then I’ll scream yours
Hashut!
Hashut!
Just say my name, then I’ll scream yours
Hashut!
Hashut!
A flaming load of bull!

A mighty daemon nestled between dead and alive
A fiery god-beast - no portents, no signs
Day of judgement, but will our prince arrive
Eventually, we’re all buried in the mines

When the mountain starts to crack, there’s no use turning back
'Cause I just had to see, was Hashut really watching me?
In the ash and mist reality twists
Was all this well, or just some kind of spell?
Hashut!
Hashut!
Just say my name, then I’ll scream yours
Hashut!
Hashut!
Where are you?

A flaming load of bull!
(Guitar Solo)

On the holy Plain of Zharr
Prophets raise the battle cry
Ten thousand foes come from afar
But do we pray to an empty sky?

A flaming load of bull!

Flaming bull…bull…bull, flaming bull..bull..bull ( Fade )

“As you can see, this vile blasphemy calls into question the very existence of our divine master! Have you anything to say for yourself, vile worm?”






Entry #4

Father in Darkness


Lord Z’Lenn trudged into the tunnels, his bodyguards trailing behind. The walk was shorter than it once had been. The struggle against chaos had raged for years, the fighting constant, sapping their numbers and assailing their will.

Those on guard saluted him and left, visibly weary. As Z’Lenn settled in for his vigil, the space began to darken as it had many times before. He extended his senses, attempting to find the source. He knew something was there, but again could not define it. The presence coalesced and Z’Lenn drew his power in, he had waited for this chance to confront this thing. He projected his will and demanded. “Who are you?!”

Silence surrounded Z’Lenn; as a hiss prickled at the back of his neck;

His answer was a cascade of hot breath, exhaled from all around him.
>>“I am your saviour”<<
“I can save myself”
>>“No you cannot. Believe in me, I can save you”<<

The voice echoed away and the awareness of encroaching chaos returned. Masses of mutated beings streaming towards him. He unleashed bright clean fire and they burned, he shot clear white lightning and they fried, but multitudes kept coming. He felt his strength waning and knew that this time he couldn’t hold.

>>“I can help you.”<<
“How?”
>>“Believe in me. Do Fire, like this.”<<
Z’Lenn sent fire, dark fire in a thousand shades of blood.
>>“Worship me. Do lightning like this.”<<
Z’Lenn sent lightning, black shards reflecting darkness.
>>“Exalt in me. Do this. Like this.”<<
Z’Lenn released chains of dark fire and darker lightning and the demons fell down, bound.

Z’lenn looked at the darkness and believed.
Z’lenn bowed to the darkness and worshipped it.
“Who are you? He asked again”
The Darkness replied,
>>“I am your Father”<<
Z’Lenn exalted in belonging.






Entry #5

Grungni's Pained Anger


In misty days of olden yore there clanged and banged a hammer. Wrought with runes, strong to strike, it forged nails, arms and wonders alike. Upon doom-laden anvil, it struck hot matter again and again. Sparks flew. This hammer was Irongrip of the Depths, and it was wielded by leathery hands that could tear rocks apart. Those powerful hands were the Ancestor God Grungni's, praised be his lore, craft and works until the world ends and the mountains come crashing down.

One midwinter night, dour Grungni struck and struck again at the red-glowing matter upon his anvil. He turned it hither and thither, and so hardened was his thick skin that he did not even need tongs to turn the hot matter. And thus, whenever a fine angle was sought, he dropped the tongs and clenched the sizzling metal between his fingers, keeping it as steady as the ancient heart of the mountains while he struck the matter with his mighty hammer. Yet this frosty night, curses were upon the wind, and Grungni slipped with his hammer. He struck his own thumb, and he yelled and swore, driving his reddening hand into the water pail into which the hot metal is lowered to cool and harden.

Yet as Grungni moved his pained hand to the water pail, a single drop of glowing, hot blood fell from his thumb down upon the Anvil of Doom. So furious was Grungni in his anger that the blood caught fire in mid-air, landing in flames upon the anvil. And from those tiny flames sprang a tiny spark-being shaped like a dark bull, running off into the world. And so the Accursed One who shall not be named was created by the blacksmith's wrath.

- Excerpt from the forbidden Dwarf tome
Blood Grudge





Entry #6

What truly makes a God?

The Four have been named the Gods of so-called Chaos and the mortals of the world have deities that number in the dozens and more. But where do they come from, these beings above all?

Perhaps they are birthed through the belief and actions of mortals? But this feels false. What of the grey-clad stranger who became the Horned Rat, what of the Father of Darkness of the Dawi Zharr? Both created or altered their worshippers rather than being created by them.

Are they lesser servants of those that sit at the pinnacle of godhood, who through trickery and deceit became near equals to their masters? Hashut is fire and darkness, a shard of the Lord of Skulls? No, Hashut is much more than a servant or shard of Khorne. Hashut’s chosen wield great sorcery and whose worshippers are anything but ‘honourable martial warriors’. The Horned Rat is pestilence and ruination, a shard of the Grandfather of Pustules? No, for the rat is ever evolving, there is no joy within its heart, only envy.

But Hashut is so much more and so much less. He is the fiery light that births the shadow of which he is lord. Shadow and flame. Strange bedfellows but so intertwined. Light and darkness and yet impure. Missing. Was he a shard, a shadow of something greater, something whole? Not a shard of the others but someone else.

I see his fire burn and yet there is coldness to his flame.

I wish to grasp it and know him.

But I cannot.



A gnarled hand, cracked like molten rock grasped the scrap of cindered parchment. Eyes like shadows but with the intensity of burning coals peered at the disintegrating words. A mouth ashen and dark twisted into a smile.





Entry #7

Lust for power


The shadows contorted to and fro, the flames rose in the middle of the spires, all joining into a whirlwind of agonizing fire. The air thickened, the darkness consumed the light and tainting the flame to turn a dark reddish hue, the colour of freshly dried blood, the dark firespout spiralled into the roof of the temple.

The aged sorcerer stood before the summoning, clearly straining to contain the force clawing through the chaos, a force that devoured the light and left only darkness. The fire turned almost black as the shape of pure dread and destruction took form. With eyes that glowed like the deepest fires under Zharrduk, snarling smoke and lightning it gnarled “Nu rhun marazit... Dar... langked.... Or.... rhun rik!” and with its final words the colour of blood illuminated the room from within the fire.

Clearly defined, the glowing eyes set in a daemonic, horned, bull-shaped mask; blood red hair leaked from the sides of the blackened metal. His armour like dragon scales black and burnt, from millennia hidden in the Chaos Warp, obscured by a thick curly beard matching his hair and swirling fire, smoke and lightning. Clutched in one hand, a godly runic axe inscribed with ancient dwarven runes, unlike anything a chaos dwarf had seen in over 5 thousand years. The dwarf god that stood before them and screamed “Zagaz Or Zagzak, Grimnir,” as the brightness overwhelmed everyone in the room and forced them to look away.






Entry #8

"Refered to as Arch-Daemons or Lesser Chaos Gods, to glimpse into the what is of the Father of Darkness, we look to these lesser Chaos Gods, such as Malal, the Horned Rat, Ans'l, Mo'rcck, Phraz-Etar, Necoho, Khorne's Urlf, Zuvassin, the weird Nuffle or even to the Dark Lord of Mordheim, first and last Daemon Prince of Chaos Undivided, Be'lakor, who while not technically a Lesser God of Chaos schemed during the End Times to become the Fifth Ruinous Power by breaking through the Chaos Gate of Grimnir's Fortress Kazad Drengazi.

What these Lesser Deities of Chaos share is the channeling of powers (or possession of the virtues) belonging normally in the spectrum of the Ruinous Four. Maybe mostly accented in Urlf who even bestows the Mark and mutations of Khorne to his worshippers but surely even the Horned Rat is an amalgam of these four fundamental elements of Chaos, waxing primarily in Tzeentch's warpmagic and mutations as well as Nurgle's pestilence and multiplicity.

Hashut, the Father of Darkness, is The Shadow of the Flame that is Zharr-Naggrund, the Bull-God of the Chaos Dwarf. An amalgam waxing primarily in Khorne's strife, war and rage (The Father of Darkness is even portrayed as a red raging fiery bull), of Tzeentch's alchemical magic mixed with the ancient Dwarf arts of smithing and even into the black brilliance of the ecstasy, the wish to enslave and to dominate that belongs to Slaanesh, looming as a shadow beyond the obvious. Interesting enough with no visible traces of Nurglian influence, the Chaos Dwarfs are few and neither subject to decay or multiplicity, giving an alchemical meaning to the Fires of Hashut."

-Except from the forbidden
Alchemy of Chaos





Entry #9

The Witch of Rashan


"...What can I say of these voiceless, sneering masks? We traded much flesh for burnished steel, yet no words were spoken. It is said among the Horselords that Houtha did not even negotiate! Vaszu-cha!!

After, our hill camp was not yet even ringed with stakes when we saw they had made a vast pyre from blocks of blue-black stone dragged behind their train. It was quickly framed with dangling chains and gibbets and, I tell you now! - they built a hungry fire to consume their own vast prize in a chorus of bloodless screams! All the while, they praised and scraped to a throneless fiend that no tribe knows, or knelt in thralled wonder of him while the growing shadows danced about the flames.

In the mead-sick haze of morn, there were but ashes and cinder to speak of the Zharrlings' passing. My mind is unquiet, mother. Tell me of... Ash-Uhr."

"Wait... Chakha ko taku. I have with me an... other. He roils within. He is Malacerion the Ancient. A Lammasu of Ash-Uhr."

"Yazzht! F'jatrak! I have seen the Father's eyes. I have seen His mind. Hashut called to me before your kind emerged from the cast-off smegma of the Old Ones. In darkness, He sanctified me with ash and holy flame, and told me truths of death and of limitless pain. The Dawi-Zharr are His alone and He lurks at the core of their being, in every shadow of the mind and behind every whisper of the heart. His joy is the roar of conflagration. His pride is the silent ashen waste that comes after. His pity is the release of death from unspeakable agonies. You have not yet earned even his contempt. Begone!"

"Mother, are you....? By the true gods... her eyes... We are cursed."






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