The Journal of the Lore Keeper

[grom]

Excerpt from the Journal of Gromdring Hammerfist Lore Keeper of The Nameless Ones.

It is strange the fate that has brought me here. The will of my ancestors brought me to this place and I can find neither rhyme nor reason to it. In this time of trouble, I sought to keep the name of my creator as my highest source, sought to venerate that which has been my salvation for many a millennia. I have come to find out, that it was all a lie.

Here I sit beneath an awning in this place I now call home. Gazing out amongst the stone faced guardians who hold our lands sacrosanct. I know that many were as I, faithful sheep in the flock that followed the honeyed words of the Prelates. Some followed the harsh commands of the Confessors. But still yet some, follow no command but for a dark and intangible force.

The Nameless Ones, a misnomer if one were to ever cross it. We all have names, face, fury, and pride. Fierce it is, all consuming it has become. I have heard their words, brimming with a measure of hubris and capability. If I were to have crossed them as an enemy, mayhaps I would have met my match. Yet fate chose a different route. The ancestors made me one of them.

Kajaan, leader of this pack of wild men is a singular force. Capable of holding this veritable army of proscribed “heathens” in check. I have yet to look directly upon him, but I fear that in all my vaunted strength, I would quake. I quaked when first I entered these walls of granite and power. I quake sometimes just before I fall into slumber, for I know not what tomorrow will bring me.

They and now I are followers of Morloch the Destroyer. Our fury is to match the fiery plague of the Confessors but ours rings truth. The rest they call us monsters, heathens, and worse. But for all my belief in my creator, I cannot help but hear their words and believe. Morloch’s power is seen day by day in the very way these people move. A strength and will marches them on.

The doctrine states that unbelievers are to be purged. Sounded like Confessor rote, but when I saw them purge someone, it was different. Confessors seek to change through pain, but not us. We seek to change through death, due to this horrible time when death does not claim. We teach by the sword, the arrow, the spell, and the fire. Fire which purged Morloch of his weakness will now purge the unbelievers from the face of the world.

And when it is all done? What then I ask. Will we ever finish this dirty business? What do we strive for besides the culling of the weak? When first my hand broke through to the roofless world I was without true purpose. Now, I see. When HE returns to this world, flaming sword in hand, then we will find the end. We will take our place as his chosen. We will be rulers of this world and all the broken land shall be one.

For this is the purpose assigned to us. This is the way of the Nameless.

When Kajaan says war, we will war. When Kajaan says kill we will kill.

Yet I think, in the deepest heart of my heart, did I make a mistake? This guild that revels in the pitiless slaughter, will it fall? So it was forged in fire and blood, will it be unmade the same?

Time will tell. I shall keep the records. For in the end, we should remember what it took. What we bled for and died for. The unbelievers will read the text as if the word of the All-father. And they shall tremble. For The Nameless Ones are forged in blood, honed by death. And now, I, Gromdring Hammerfist, new crusader of Morloch, run with this pack.

(This was one approach I took on the "Creation of the Nameless" I thought it worked best since it is from first person and I wasn't here for the creation. I'm working on more stuff now. But I thought this would be a place to start.)

[Pruebame]

Nicely Done Grom. Keep very close to Morloch and the Chaos Lore that is he. The Nameless ones have risen from the void to do the biding of Morloch.

I really like the touch. We the nameless ones have lost cities before and have conquered cities as well. Our guild stays alive.

We are the nameless ones.

Keep up the GREAT work!!

Loved reading it.

Pruebame

[aesun]

omg spin me as the arrogant and Heretical prophet of Malorn. An Alexander the great type of figure.

[grom]

Exerpt from the Journal of Gromdring Hammerfist Lore Keeper of The Nameless Ones.

I suppose now would be a halfway decent time to do a little autobiography though I’m sure its not as impressive or exciting as the stories that can be told by my brethren. Yet it must be said, for through knowing the writer of these Annals, one can get a better grasp of their content and scope.

I will not bore you with information about my long millennia beneath the earth. Suffice it to say, I was not exactly what my creator or kin wished me to be. They dug and mined for the glory of our creator. I dug for money. Gold….oh how I love gold. My brothers called me Goldbeard, because my lust for the metal became an obsession. Creator or kin aside, all I cared for was gold.

I broke through to the Overworld, sometime after the first of my brethren ventured forth after The Turning. I followed them for a short while, but when I saw the battles raging between guilds I realized Gold could be made here. This Overworld needed strong arms and mighty weapons, and I had just the stuff to make my fortune.

I joined a group who called themselves The Red Hounds. A more likeable group of cutthroats and mercenaries you would never find. I came in under the auspices of a massive warrior who went by Yulgrin Demothene. He was touched by the Giants, and his fury was wild and uncontrolled. Yet his devotion to the All-Father touched a root somewhere in my soul. I became a Crusader, and began my career as a mercenary.

I learned a bit from Yulgrin, but more I learned from our leader Carrow. A singular force he was, and brilliant to boot. I could forgive him for bein a magus, and we became friends. He had a good idea, sell our services to warring nations, forging alliances to the sound of clinking gold coins. We would contract our services for a period of time and renegotiated if we hadn’t won the war by then. We had no home, and took refuge only in the cities of those who employed us.

We became known as a fierce and loyal mercenary clan. We fought in several major engagements, leading the pack. People underestimated a ragtag group like us, but we had fought for a long time together, and knew how to make things happen.

I’m a bit fuzzy on the next bit, but around the time of the opening of the Doomgate and the rise of the demons, Carrow disappeared. Without a leader we fell apart. Yulgrin tried to instill a sense of purpose in our friends, but we drifted apart. In the end, Yulgrin and I parted ways, and I miss him. He was my first friend, and I will remember what he imparted to me.

I wandered a bit, making my way through the world as unseen as a shadow. I kept away from society, wallowing in the loss of my clan. I returned, and now here I am. Where once I kept the records of The Red Hounds, I now write for The Nameless Ones, and the glory of Morloch. It is new and different now with the emergence of Oblivion, but I figure if I get paid enough, I’ll survive just like always. Its what I do. Survive till the Ending of the World. For good or ill.

[grom]

Exerpt from the Journal of Gromdring Hammerfist Lore Keeper of The Nameless Ones

Ah, glorious day that dawns. A glorious red day, when those who have not felt the might of the Devoted of Morloch, will soon feel our wrath.

Starfleet Academy has been marked for siege and war has come to the doorstep of our allies. The hateful fools of Haides have marked our sacred lands for their wild destruction, and we in turn shall smite them with the wrath in our hearts and souls. They must learn their place, knelt in subservience to those who are Gods amongst insects.

They shall break upon the walls like water, and their desires will come to naught as they feel our might. They know not what they deal with, know not the power that moves our hands. Morloch gives us strength and our leaders give us spirit. They are but a rabble to take on those who would be masters of this broken world.

Since the Turning, we have seen war. Since the days of the first blood we have known destruction. Untamed savages will never break those who follow the code of blood. We are death incarnate, and I know our strength will endure.

I gird myself for war as I complete this passage, the hammer and armor of my faith resplendent with the power invoked in me. Though I may go to my doom, I shall pave the way. Though I may die in vain upon the blades of the savages that assail our walls, I know that we shall survive. I walk proudly in the forefront, defending my brethren.

I march for Glory and Death. I march for Blood and Chaos.

And I shall write so that our tales of glory will be heard by the heathen, and be converted to our cause.

For ours is the power that endures through the Ending of Times. It is our destiny to rule, and no foolish brigand force shall trample upon our sacred providence.

[grom]

Excerpt from the Journal of Gromdring Hammerfist Lore Keeper of The Nameless Ones

A bloody raw scrap that was. Blood and guts and burning death everywhere. If ya think I’m kiddin go on down to The Academy and look upon them bodies still lying there. I was in the middle of pretty much all of it, and I tell ya not since the days of Yore was there such a swift and brutal fight.

I finished my preparations early, and stomped over to The Academy. Apparently, the Bane Circle was supposed to go active an hour before our estimations, and the moment I got there we were preparing for a war where we were outnumbered and without necessary support. I tell ya true, I didn’t think we would make it.

Someone got the word out that not just The Psychotic Brotherhood and The Nameless ones were gonna be fightin, but Disorder and LKK would be showin up soon. But we had to survive till then, and that was the bit of trouble.

The second the magic protections of the city failed under the Bane, our southeast tower came under fire. Apparently that’s where they set up the bulk of their assault force, and there was nuthin we could do to halt their siege. First thing was first, distract and disorient. We knew there were three squadrons out there, but the bosses rallied up a squad and led us out.

That was a failure of epic proportions. We got one I think in that first wave, but they tore us apart. Mostly druid spells calling lightning and brambles engorging themselves on our flesh. We fell to a man almost immediately. It seemed like we would just have to hang back.

Then word came, our reinforcements were on their way. Disorder was runnin south from Khar, they were gonna strike the north flank and we were to circle round and take em’ from the south. We coordinated alright I suppose, we got a lot of the bastards, but we fell. I don’t know what happened to the Disorder crew, but I’m pretty sure they fell too.

My hammer broke on the skull of some fool druid sometime during the second excursion. I sat the next sally forth out. I took a quick trip home and let my comrade Gromzig take the next few sorties.

From what I got from him, the next time they engaged us, they had broken through the walls and were floodin in. We pushed em’ back a bit, had em’ almost outside the walls. Then they flooded back in a renewed wave and overwhelmed the defenders. It seemed that all was lost. They had taken the interior of the city.

But ye don’t just crush the might of Morloch with such over handed tactics. LKK had rallied its troops, alongside Disorder and two full squadrons of Nameless Ones and Brotherhood members. They gathered in Khar (aka The Devil’s Arse, I hate that place) and marched south just like the motherless marauders had. They were about to get a taste of their own tactics.

Though I wasn’t there firsthand, and neither was Gromzig, what I came to was a Bane Stone completely devoid of enemy protectors. From what I could tell the enemy was mostly focused inside the city, and tearing down our Tree. We took the hint and left em’ be for the moment. At this point I rejoined the fray, lending my remaining hammer to the cause.

It was a simple situation I found myself in. Try to crush the Stone beneath my hammer, I suppose I did alright. Six trebuchets were slammin the shyte out of that stone alongside four or five soldiers whackin away at it. Then a Sentinel came out of the city, a Hawk I think, and that was the last I knew. I died then, and regrouped at Khar. This time we held the line at the Stone, so I had a pretty easy time getting back. It was at that point I believe that the Disorder boys took it to their heads to take the Tree back. I didn’t go with em’. I was focused on the Tree. Got me a trebuchet all of me own and renewed I disagreeault on the Stone.

I’m not sure what occurred, but some blarney headed confessor took me down. Figure I was the only one who fell then though. Our boys were glorious, knocking back the enemy incursions to retake the stone, and Disorder retaking the Tree. I was able to forgo returning to that sand pit they call a city and resurrected at the Tree inside the city.

Taint much more to say really, with the concentrated effort of Disorder and the focused might of The Nameless Ones, the Bane Stone fell. Unfortunately our tree was almost hacked through, and our southeast tower was rubble.

All the same I was elated that we won, a close victory stemmed from a chaotic starting. Through all the problems we had, we still won. It was the fastest war I was ever a part of. A testament to the will and power of Morloch’s Chosen. Not even the Red Hounds could do better. It makes me proud.

I retired shortly after the Siege ended. I heard that Disorder, LKK, and a few of our boys went on a joyous killing spree of each other. I had lost a hammer, a ring, and my boots on the siege and I didn’t want to be losing the rest of me armor. I figure we showed them Disorder boys who was boss and set about rebuilding.

It was only later that I found out the war wasn’t over. It was just getting warmed up.