Mind of tempest
(he/him)advocate for 5e psionics
it came up in one of the other threads as a mentioned in passing what is a rune priest aside from likely being dwarven?
going to need more to work from?It was a base class in 4th Edition.
that sounds less like a divine thing and more like some sort of dwarf wizard artificer thing.In 4E it functioned as a Divine Leader, so it fills a similar niche to cleric. Uses runes rather than worshipping the divine, the general idea being more of a 'seeking lost knowledge' type of caster so also fits the wizard-ish side of things. The runes in question were symbols left by the divines, so by understanding them you'd get powers
Basically just a variant cleric these days.
Like you, i often felt like runes had more to do with arcane magic, but runes in DnD have often been the province of the Divine, there were divine prestige classes in 3e dealing with runes, dwarves would have fit well in the class. If not the Divine then they were linked with giants.going to need more to work from?
that sounds less like a divine thing and more like some sort of dwarf wizard artificer thing.
It probably goes something like this: runes are a thing associated with dwarves. Dwarves in old-school D&D do not deal with wizard/arcane magic, but do have clerics. Therefore, runes have to be a cleric thing.Like you, i often felt like runes had more to do with arcane magic, but runes in DnD have often been the province of the Divine, there were divine prestige classes in 3e dealing with runes, dwarves would have fit well in the class. If not the Divine then they were linked with giants.
That's... debatable. Odin was hanged from a tree in a quest to learn/find runes – they were secret knowledge (that is, something arcane) that Odin had to go quest for. But hanging from the world tree was Odin sacrificing himself to himself, which is really weird. So... I guess?Runes are divine IRL because they come from Odin.
Wounded I hung on a wind-swept gallows
For nine long nights,
Pierced by a spear, pledged to Odhinn,
Offered, myself to myself
The wisest know not from whence spring
The roots of that ancient rood
They gave me no bread,
They gave me no mead,
I looked down;
with a loud cry
I took up runes;
from that tree I fell.
Nine lays of power
I learned from the famous Bolthor, Bestla' s father:
He poured me a draught of precious mead,
Mixed with magic Odrerir.
Waxed and throve well;
Word from word gave words to me,
Deed from deed gave deeds to me,
Runes you will find, and readable staves,
Very strong staves,
Very stout staves,
Staves that Bolthor stained,
Made by mighty powers,
Graven by the prophetic god,