Chaos Dwarf Prophecies May 29, 2018 10:03:42 GMT
Post by admiral on May 29, 2018 10:03:42 GMT
Once lost in Dark Lands distressed,
I pitied, embraced and I blessed.
You became mine, a new race thus born,
redone in my image with hoof, tusk and horn.
You built me a Temple, you sacrificed herds,
I bless you again now with unholy words.
A secret so dark, a secret forbidden,
for you mortals indeed best forever left hidden.
Five became four as pure warp became flesh,
death and rebirth, earth's wound still bleeding fresh.
In all of the old world there's nothing as odd
as the horrible truth of the Inverted God.
Thwarting His brothers with malice and schemes,
the Cancer of Chaos worked through whispers in dreams.
Learn and be wise from Malal's ghastly fate,
for nothing is safe from Divine Chaos hate.
For snatching Their Chosen with lies that spread doubt
He was caught by His brothers and turned inside-out.
To the front of a comet in bondage and lash,
on-course for the earth, to the north set to crash.
The impact made mindless, Malal the great traitor,
known only now as the Maw of the Crater,
His Prophet that doth the great Maw-cauldron drag
was the Chosen of Malice, the slaughterer, Skrag.
At forges he worked Daemonsmith's as his slaves
with his wishes fullfilled sendt them straight to their graves.
In Chaos Armour with that axe forged from a star,
hated by me Father Hashut and all my Dawi-Zharr.
There was only silence, no lightning or flash,
his armour and axe naught but frail rusty trash.
His Deity now gone, we remember and scoff,
how the gifts he was given in wind just blew off.
The great comets impact killed all life save bugs,
their shamans found wisdom through mushrooms and drugs.
To save their own race they told sister and brother
to battle each other and eat one another.
The heart of Malal, the grim cannibal-core,
forever had grown as he ate of the Four.
As the Maw now in flesh dense as infant or younger,
just one instinct left, just that terrible hunger.
Ogre's where drawn to this being far greater
for sympathy radiated from down the big crater.
The hunger they shared, the one knew the others,
and Deity and race joined like two long lost lovers.
Still in the south-plains of dread Zorn Uzkul
Skrag now fled from all things resembling a bull.
Hunted all hours, lost, scared and accused,
Skrag quickly fled north all alone and confused.
In Rockgrinder's hall old fat Skrag was secure,
until he made that mistake in a moment unsure.
He apologized quickly, with dread and regret,
for the gnoblar he cooked was Bron Rockgrinders pet.
They ripped off his arms, and yes, this much is known,
and as a feast for the Gorgers they then had him thrown.
The labyrinth floor was damp, wet, hard and cold,
vaults full of horrors, walls covered in mold.
When bleeding and facing his death as their meal,
the beasts where shrugged back by his frenzy unreal.
In Skrag was now naught but a burning black hole
they recognized this as the Maw's hungry soul.
Malal's mark on Skrag had just undergone change,
inverted it's presence dread emptiness strange.
The Champions Marks of their Gods are a part,
tracing back through the Winds to the Gods very heart.
In the name of the Maw he the Gorgers did order
and soon they smashed through the great labyrinths border.
The tyrant Bron Rockgrinder they tore and they ate,
and Skrag now a Prophet resumed his true fate.
The Great Maw's sole Prophet with knowledge forbidden,
remembered his past but kept everything hidden.
The truth is that this hungry Maw of the Crater,
was a scheme of Lord Tzeentch the great manipulator.
Malal was a tumor, Our one perfect flaw,
now listen my Zharrlings, listen in awe.
The fate of the world was here sealed and decided,
remember that I too am Chaos Undivided.
-The Temple of Hashut's Prophecy of the End-times