Welcome to the voting thread for the 4th Scribe's Contest writing competition, sponsored by Ravenswood!
"As all dwarven kind the Dawi Zharr has a strong tradition of honouring the past. Myths, sagas and grudges can be found in written down on ancient stone tablets, told in cruel voices over dark beer and seen pictured on temple walls.
But for the Dawi Zharr prophesies and visions of the future are held in high regard as well.
Twisted, dark and cryptic are the words of the seers and oracles. Some are cast away as mere madness, but overs are saved and studied by acolytes of Hashut. Studied over decades and centuries in order to find clues about what's to come.
Yet nobody, not even the strongest among the Dawi Zharr would see the End coming in time and no one knew for sure what would follow."
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 8 entries this time, which means each entrant will receive 8 slaves once the winners have been announced. There will be Gold, Silver, and Bronze Scribe's Contest medals to be awarded!
You are not allowed to vote for your own entry.
Each (more or less) anonymous entry is numbered ranging from 1 to 8. 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 July 31st, 2015 CEST (Central European Summer Time). Once the votes are tallied we will post the results.
Subject Matter: Prophecy - Rebirth and Resurrection
I have traveled farther and deeper than any being before me. Deeper than the mountains, beneath even the roads of Valaya, and surrounded by stone that no dwarf nor God had ever seen; I looked upon the blistering furnace of the world in awe. And in that place Hashut granted me a great vision.
The Cursed One led an unstoppable army of the damned and where ever his shadow touched, all was destroyed. One by one, his enemies fell and the world burned. But his victory was ash for the betrayer was betrayed by his masters and all the world was consumed. In the end, only one place remained - a fortress so great that only it could survive. A place whos mighty walls were made of the blackest of stone and etched in runes of blood. A place where only the strongest survive and weakness is destroyed. And that place shall be named Zharr-Naggrund.
And lo, once again doth the faithful of Hashut spill from the bosom of the world.
Entombed for an age, gathering spite and hatred in their hearts.
Free once again to slave, raid and pillage.
Free again to build, free again to plot, free again to spread spite.
These are the days of a new age, fools believe that this is the time of Sigmar
Let them believe their fallacies, let them believe in their lies.
For this is the time of Hashut, this is the time of the Dawi Zharr.
Contact is lost.
Mining an iron vein, Rahk-Shardstone unearths a prophetic obsidian tablet.
Its inscription, written in veins of living liquid copper, states:
“Hell has 664 portal gate keys. With them, your hands shall forge the final two, the keys of Rebirth and Eternity, and I, Hashut, shall name you my Son.”
Dwarfs of the Dark Lands start worshipping Hashut.
Sorceror Prophet Rahk-Shardstone guides the raising of iron and obsidian from the ground, the foundations of Zharr-Naggrund.
Whispers of the Sorcerors Curse. No, Rahk-Shardstone thought…not a curse.
Rebirth and Eternity. Flesh rots. Stone is eternal.
Rahk-Shardstone’s lifeless petrified stone body is placed on temple grounds.
The stone statue of Rahk-Shardstone steps off its pedestal.
His heart was iron ore, lungs of molten magma. Liquid copper coursed through his stone veins. Black obsidian eyes, with copper pupils, looked at his stone hands.
Glowing hotly, both hands held a key, each forged with the souls of 332 daemons.
The final two keys: Rebirth and Eternity.
As those about him bowed in fear, Rahk-Shardstone looked to the statue of Hashut. Smiling, he spoke…”Hello, Father”.
… And the Greater Daemon was exiled by his Master, hunted and hurt. And he would entomb himself in the Earth, for he knew the plans and he wanted to stop them...
… and Hashut the Father of Darkness knew how the world would parish in the fires of war, how it would be ripped apart by the powers of the Chaos Pantheon. He had seen it and he had prepared his children Dawi Zharr. …
… And the Dawi Zharr shall toil, build, conquer and ever grow in strength and numbers. And you shall master the Dark Arts of magic, the Binding of Daemons and Powers of Industry. For Hashut knew it would require all to stop the Ending of the World. …
… But new worlds must be conquered…
… Amidst fire, flame and molten stone shall the Children of Hashut be reborn in the Afterlife Realm Ghyran. Amidst ore, iron, rock and stone shall the Children of Hashut be reborn in the Afterlife Realm Chamon...
… And all realms beyond the heavens will be conquered by the Dawi Zharr…
Pieces from a broken brass tablet, found amongst the ruins of Zharr-Naggrund in the days after the Fall.
When all was lost,
I kept you alive
When your were at the end,
I gave you purpose.
You pledged to worship and obey me,
Darkness beyond all light,
Heat and fire beyond all that the guts of the earth contains
Both these you shall know.
Those who hold me in their heart of hearts will survive
Those who hold themselves more precious will not
You know who you are already.
Knowing this and yet you do not believe.
In my name only will
My last servants know hope
In my name only will
The chance for Power and Glory be theirs
In my name only will you know me
The coldest blood crawls through my veins
The hottest fire drips from my mouth
YOU KNOW MY NAME.
“Found scrawled upon a scorched parchment, In front of a seated Hellsmith. A Hellsmith known to have been dead for half a century, who’s body should not exist for he had been cremated for his apostasy. Written in handwriting confirmed by the archivists to be that of the heretic. Known to the lords for they were the ones who had condemned him."
The ink was still fresh.
"Was this the other side mentioned in the old prophecies?
It felt strange, hot and cold at one time and he tried to feel his body and remember his name, but couldn`t. Pictures and sounds of past events flashed in his mind as he levitated in the vast space which was enlightened by beautiful silent thunderstorms.
In the distance he heard a voice. There was a fellow-Dawi Zharr with eyes like bottomless pits far before him. The man shouted strange words, harsh and familiar. He was attracted by this incantations. Suddenly there was massive heat but it felt comfortable and he was strong again, stronger than ever before!
His spirit gained power and formed a body of bright flames from the surrounding magma. His fingers moved as he watched them curiously and then he stepped on stone steps out of the great burning pool into a great hall.
“Step forward from the flames into the new world and take this helm, axe and plates forged with the blessing of the Dark Father. You were gone but Hashut saved you and remade you from Fire! Bow down and obey!”
He bowed and felt the desire to fight in an unending war…"
The drilling into the hidden compartment triggered a blast that swiped clean all the slaves of the lower forges of Zharr-Krong-Uhl.
‘Suits them fine!’ Kharzull mumbled, while staring at the new found artefacts.
‘These are far too important for the eyes of green scum!’ he continued.
It was not the first time a chamber was discovered, but this time something surpassed all riches found before: a metallic slab shaped artefact, where fiery runes of ancient origin kept burning and twisting right before their eyes.
‘The living tome of Makhorth The Possessed!’ pointed Kharzull in awe!
‘Notice how these runes shift and change form as we speak!’.
Even for Kharzull - master crafter and scholar - the translation of such old runes was not easy, but if tales told truth, not only it contained Makhorth prophesies but these would also shift their sayings, in response to actions taken in the present.
‘Quickly, take note of all I translate!’ bellowed Kharzull to his second.
And thus the foretelling of the great war to be, started to take shape…
“As yet before, again shall be
Reborn from fire to be free
Thy time draws near Dawi Zharr
To trust allies reopen scar…”
"...And thus again did it come to pass that the world did burn,
Screaming and staunchly defiant to the end,
But such brazen demands were futile for,
Entropy brings even the greatest low.
Fiery embers flickered out and ashes grew cold,
Last follies lost amidst uncaring stars.
'...As surely as life beget death, does not too death beget life?'
Sternly and stoically did the great drake set about its task,
Labouring slowly lest carelessness undo its creation;
Tirelessly labouring 'til at last the world were forged anew,
Again 'twas arisen from the flames,
For all this has happened before, and all this shall happen again."
- only surviving fragment from an apocryphal Dawi-Zharr creation myth said to have been found inscribed blood on an iron tablet discovered below Daemon's Stump. Much of the text is damaged where the tablet has been melted by warpfyre after a daemonic incursion below the Stump centuries ago.
Remember that the winner will get an amazing Bezhukk the Immortal sponsored by our very own Ravenswood.
Thanks for supporting Scribe's Competition gentlemen. This is some very nice prophecies. Good luck! May Hashut bless you with many votes.
//Bloodbeard on behalf of the Staff.