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Mor's End History and Religion

Tonguez

A suffusion of yellow
jdavis said:
Originally posted by fusangite

It was in this flight that a party of gnomes was rescued by a fleet of perch fishers. Their fear of orcish spears and hobgoblin swords overwhelmed their historic fear of water. During their three weeks on Lake Enoria, they first saw the water silk and conceived of its value.

The Silk Years

The few elves (and half elves) in town control the silkfish ponds. (see Silk Fish Harvester, The Palmora Fish Ponds on the first page of the crafts thread for a example). One of the odd bits that was going on with silk fish pools and slavery was it's the elves and half-elves who control where the most slaves would be and that is also one of the rare areas where there are elves in the city.

Other than that I'm impressed. It is going real well. I'm sure there will be lots of other nits to pick but the basic outline of it is really shaping up.

This isn't a Problem as far as I can see - make the Perch Fishers the elves who were already using limited amounts of water silk even then.
The gnomes noticed this material and convinced the elves that the material might have value outside its traditional use. It is because of the gnomes that the Elves began producing bulk supplies of watersilk and supplying it to the city merchants.


retroactive
Last time I checked the Poll 50% had voted to keep Lady Kelvin as hereditary title (many liking the idea of Erekhs grandma)

I was working on the Premise that Kul Moren was a Dwarf Mine (being a City/Nation rather than outpost) that had been conquered by Hobgoblins who were keeping the Dwarfs enslaved along with everyone else (remember Hobs are LE). The Dwarfs work closely with Mor becuase he was responsible for liberating the Dwarf City from Hobgoblin oppression as much as he was responsible for freeing the slaves and building Mors End.

I still think the Derro should be entirely dropped - since they are just dwarfs (I hate subraces;() and how do CE dwarfs maintain a totalirian state?

Also to be frank I think unilaterally introducing new names at this point is presumptious. There was an initial poll in which many of the names used in Mors End were proposed and gained some support. These should be the first choice for any proposed names. If you wish to introduce entirely new names - like Dvoriathroglim then I think this should be proposed in the Geography thread first and some support gained.
 

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fusangite

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The few elves (and half elves) in town control the silkfish ponds. (see Silk Fish Harvester, The Palmora Fish Ponds on the first page of the crafts thread for a example). One of the odd bits that was going on with silk fish pools and slavery was it's the elves and half-elves who control where the most slaves would be and that is also one of the rare areas where there are elves in the city.

Other than that I'm impressed. It is going real well. I'm sure there will be lots of other nits to pick but the basic outline of it is really shaping up.

This isn't a Problem as far as I can see - make the Perch Fishers the elves who were already using limited amounts of water silk even then.
The gnomes noticed this material and convinced the elves that the material might have value outside its traditional use. It is because of the gnomes that the Elves began producing bulk supplies of watersilk and supplying it to the city merchants.

This is a very interesting debate. What are others' views. I'm happy to adapt to either.

Last time I checked the Poll 50% had voted to keep Lady Kelvin as hereditary title (many liking the idea of Erekhs grandma)

That's great but only 7 votes have been cast. I'm not going to look seriously at the poll until Monday at the earliest.

I still think the Derro should be entirely dropped - since they are just dwarfs (I hate subraces;() and how do CE dwarfs maintain a totalirian state?

I'd argue Mao's China was a Lawful Evil totalitarian state. However, I think there's a case to be made that Stalin's (and Ivan the Terrible's) Russia and Pol Pot's Cambodia were Chaotic Evil states. State terror, I would argue is a Chaotic Evil style of ruling that is actually antithetical to a Lawful theory of the world.

I'd be really sad to lose the Derro from the origin story so I'll procrastinate further before making any change. However, if everyone ends up hating the mere mention of them, I guess I'll drop them.

Also to be frank I think unilaterally introducing new names at this point is presumptious. There was an initial poll in which many of the names used in Mors End were proposed and gained some support.

You see, this is why I didn't want to be "in charge" of anything. Surely, if people care about the names of things in the history, they can show up on this thread and post their concerns and alternatives. I've got to say that having some kind of voting process for all the names is a recipe for ensuring that there is no cohesive linguistic feel for the world.

These should be the first choice for any proposed names. If you wish to introduce entirely new names - like Dvoriathroglim then I think this should be proposed in the Geography thread first and some support gained.

Would you mind asking them? I'm happy to get input but I've now posted to every single other thread on Mor's End and directly asked for people to read the history and give me input (twice in some cases).
 

jdavis

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Tonguez said:


retroactive
Last time I checked the Poll 50% had voted to keep Lady Kelvin as hereditary title (many liking the idea of Erekhs grandma)

I was working on the Premise that Kul Moren was a Dwarf Mine (being a City/Nation rather than outpost) that had been conquered by Hobgoblins who were keeping the Dwarfs enslaved along with everyone else (remember Hobs are LE). The Dwarfs work closely with Mor becuase he was responsible for liberating the Dwarf City from Hobgoblin oppression as much as he was responsible for freeing the slaves and building Mors End.

I still think the Derro should be entirely dropped - since they are just dwarfs (I hate subraces;() and how do CE dwarfs maintain a totalirian state?

Also to be frank I think unilaterally introducing new names at this point is presumptious. There was an initial poll in which many of the names used in Mors End were proposed and gained some support. These should be the first choice for any proposed names. If you wish to introduce entirely new names - like Dvoriathroglim then I think this should be proposed in the Geography thread first and some support gained.

The Derro would be fine (particularly if they were wiped out several hundred years ago) but the present threat to the city is goblinoids and orcs. Evil Dwarves (Derro) could also somehow lend some mystique to the warrrens under the city or to dungeons and tombs in the area (this is a D&D adventure setting after all). As long as they are driven off, eliminated 300 years ago in the timeline they would be fine by me. They are just for storytelling purposes and flavor.

Don't sweat the names right now, lets get a framework agreed apon the names can be changes at any time as they are just names, a good intergrated framework for the actual history and the legendary history (and yes those could very well be two different things) is what is needed, it will take weeks to flesh it all out, and there will be plenty of time to fuss over details like names and such.

Nothing gets done quickly around here but that is part of the charm of the group project. Lets not get the cart in front of the horse we just need a rough framework and timeline right now. It can be detailed as we go.
 

Krug

Newshound
Wise words, Jdavis, however, I would like to see some things become 'concrete'. I fear a loss of momentum as has happened with the various World settings being discussed. For example, I'm quite happy with how the military discussion has panned out and if it's all settled, just issue a report and we'll move on to another thread to discuss. There's still plenty of stuff to iron out!
 

jdavis

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Krug said:
Wise words, Jdavis, however, I would like to see some things become 'concrete'. I fear a loss of momentum as has happened with the various World settings being discussed. For example, I'm quite happy with how the military discussion has panned out and if it's all settled, just issue a report and we'll move on to another thread to discuss. There's still plenty of stuff to iron out!

I've been working on archiving the military thread into a word file. With the exception of the Outland Rangers it's pretty concrete.
 

fusangite

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I'm monitoring some of the other discussions and noticing that contrary to my original impression, goblins and hobgoblins now seem to be the main humanoid threat not orcs and bugbears. I'm therefore thinking that perhaps I should re-do the races in the chronology, replacing orcs and gnolls with goblins and hobgoblins and derro with duergar. Thoughts?
 

jdavis

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fusangite said:
I'm monitoring some of the other discussions and noticing that contrary to my original impression, goblins and hobgoblins now seem to be the main humanoid threat not orcs and bugbears. I'm therefore thinking that perhaps I should re-do the races in the chronology, replacing orcs and gnolls with goblins and hobgoblins and derro with duergar. Thoughts?

The breakdown on humanoid threats. Goblins are very prevalent to the South, they infest the swamp south of the city. There are around 1000 male orcs to the south broken up into small clans. Hobgoblins are not well fleshed out except it has been mentioned they live in the mountains (somewhere) they are uncommon probably on the same level as the orcs. Bugbears have been all but driven off in the area, they are rare and when seen are usually leading goblins on raids. Gnolls and Kobolds have not been mentioned that I remember. Your Ogres, Trolls and Ettins are rare and mostly to the south of the city. I have no clue on Giants.
 

Conaill

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fusangite said:
I'm therefore thinking that perhaps I should re-do the races in the chronology, replacing orcs and gnolls with goblins and hobgoblins and derro with duergar. Thoughts?

I was just thinking about Duergar as well. Seems like a less Chaotic mix of races would be more plausible to form the sort of alliance you suggested. I'd say go for it...

(Is there any problem with Duergar only being found *deep* underground? Don't have much experience with these races.)
 

fusangite

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Here is the revised history based on input I have received; you will note that it falls into four general sections: The Legend of Enoria and History of the House Kelvin are written from the point of view of the indigenous pastoralists. The Tale of Mor's End is written from the point of view of the urban dwellers of Mor's End. The Story of Kul Moren is written from the point of view of the dwarves.

The Legend of Enoria

At the beginning of time when the world was covered by the ocean, fishes larger than anyone can imagine lived in shining cities of shells beneath the sea. These realms existed for countless ages until the gods raised up the world from the ocean.

While most of the fishes abandoned their cities and fled to the outer ocean, Enoria the Perch was too proud of her beautiful castle with its grey rock spires. And so she swallowed a thousand thousand gallons of water and when she was raised onto the land, she spat it out and dove into the lake it made.

When Enoria dove into her new home, she was greatly displeased to discover that the thousand thousands gallons of water she had swallowed had contained all manner of creatures: seaweed, silkfish, anemones, barnacles, crabs and even other fishes. Seeking always to make the lake her own dominion, Enoria spends her life far beneath the surface, devouring the interlopers who stole away in her belly.

It is said by some mariners that Enoria still emerges on rare occasions from beneath the surface of the lake to gaze upon the shattered remnants of her castle. It is for this reason that attracts a small number of worshippers who pray to her for bountiful catches of fish from the lake and in exchange protect the secret of her lair beneath the water.

The Cult of Enoria
Domains: Water, Animal, Trickery
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Clerics: Swim, Craft - Net, Profession - Fisher available as class skills; also Clerics with sufficient intelligence can gain Aquan as a bonus language if appropriate.

History of the House Kelvin

The Dark Years

More than a thousand years ago, on the island where the Citadel of Mor's End stands today, a dark and twisted race whose name is now lost held the Lands of Enheim in their thrall. Though these ancient oppressors were much hated, their city sat astride a great crossroads and gold flowed into their coffers from far-off lands. Exotic spices from far off lands were traded at bazaars; gold and silver flowed into the city's coffers from tariffs, tolls and trade; dried perch, fine water silk and most importantly, human slaves flowed out of Enheim on the limestone roads built by these ancient creatures.

For many years, the Enorian people lived under the cruel yoke of their overlords, farming the fields of the Milvian Valley, living in fear of the next slave raid, secreting their brightest and most favourite children away from these evil masters. The Enorians were not the only people who nursed a hatred of the cruelty of the forgotten city. Others, more powerful and vengeful than they became angered at the city's overlords for some long-forgotten crime; for one day, the sun did not rise on Enheim and the earth shook and stones hailed from the sky and the next day, the people awoke to a smoke-filled purple sky and nothing but a pulverized blasted ruin where the city had been.

And so the Enorians became a rustic people, living a simple wholesome life of tending their small gardens and herding their sheep across the rolling plain that surrounds the River Milvius. They lived in freedom, harmony and abundance, trading from time to time with the fisherfolk who lived along the shores of Lake Enoria and with the barbarian mountain tribes.

After many years of prosperity and harmony, evil creatures began appearing in the lands in greater numbers, not the orc sheep thieves they had grown accustomed to hunting nor the creatures of the fetid swamp. These orcs and evil humanoids were well-armed and imbued with a purpose and organization. They came to steal not sheep but children whom they took far into the deep places beneath the Enorian Mountains to toil for their new masters, the Derro.

But the Enorians were a hardy people, valiant and brave. They resisted these raids, often overpowering raiding parties, slaughtering the minions of the Derro and keeping their lands free from domination. Because of their fear of the Enorian people, the raiders went farther afield, first attacking the fishing villages on Lake Enoria, then attacking the barbarians of the Enorian Mountains and finally traveling by the ancient and forgotten roads to distant lands where the people had grown fat and complacent.

Thus, Enheim remained a land that was wild and hard yet also free even as other places in the world paid tribute to the slaver mercenaries. And so it came to pass that when the barbarian hero Erekh raised an army of ex-slaves against the Derro kingdom, he came first to the people of Enheim for they were the most valiant, strongest and proudest of all who resisted. It was in those years that Dyalath was the Enorian Duke of War; it is said that he forged a bond of blood with the hero Erekh and made a promise that he and his people would fight by his side against the slavers and their masters.

It is told elsewhere in the Song of Dyalath of the great valour of those days and the deeds of the men who defeated the orc armies and smashed the gates of the Derro kingdom, of the combat between the great orc chieftan and Dyalath. Though Dyalath clove the skull of the chieftan with his war axe and slew countless orcs, he perished in the battle, alongside Erekh. Still, there were many valiant warriors who did great deeds and lived to tell the tale; the clans Kelvin, Kelkios, Franhaig, Oghn and Vuelth fought proudly in the van of the army and slew many on the battlefield. It is for this reason that they stand at the head of the Enorian people.

The Years of the City

After the battle, the Enorians returned to their pastoral life in Enheim and to express their thanks to the other peoples who had fought alongside them against the Derro and their mercenaries, they allowed Mor, Erekh's deputy, to found a city on the Blasted Isle of the Milvius River in the heart of Clan Kelvin's lands.

In the three hundred years since the founding of Mor's End, many of the younger sons of the Enorians have settled in the city to pursue the arts and professions. By the generosity of the lords and ladies of the Kelvin clan, these younger sons have received benefices, charters and places of prominence in the city. The city, for its part, holds an annual muster and maintains a standing force to aid the Enorian herders in the event that war returns to Enheim.

The Cult of Dyalath
Domains: Strength, Animal, Protection
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Clerics: Wilderness Lore, Handle Animal available as class skills.

The Tale of Mor's End

Legend of the Founding (Year of Mor 1-70)

For as long as anyone can remember, the dwarves of Irkulngoravrom have been at war with the Derro of Dvoriathroglim, each vying to dominate the endless caverns beneath the Enorian Mountains. Fortunately for those who live in the light of day, much of this war has taken place in the deep places of the earth where their two realms converge.

Nevertheless, the people of Enheim have, for many years, lived in fear of the Derro's slave raiders: orcs, bugbears, gnolls and most often savage human tribes of the Enorian Mountains. Yet despite the raids, a tiny scattered human population has eked out an existence in the narrow realm of Enheim. For many centuries, the people of Enheim lived a marginal life, scratching out an existence either as pastoralists along the Milvius River valley, herding various animals or, more often, as fisherfolk along the shores of Lake Enoria.

One day, many hundreds of years ago, a boy named Mor was born in a small fishing village in the foothills of the Enorian Mountains. It is said that Mor's mother died in child birth and his father was a cruel man who sold his son to Derro slavers.

Raised as a glorified draft animal under the capricious and cruel yolk of the Derro, Mor nonetheless realized he had a great destiny. As one of the mining slaves, he quickly learned many of the Derro secrets of mining, smithing and masonry and came to be respected by his fellow slaves who included men, giants, gnomes, goblinoids and dwarves from Dvoriathroglim.

In particular, Mor befriended Erekh, a barbarian of the Enorian Mountain tribes; where Mor was prized by the Derro for his stone cunning and artisanal skill, Erekh was prized for his extraordinary strength and endurance which rivaled that of the hill giants who served as expensive and slothful occasional workers when feats of great strength were required.

One day, while working in the mines, there was a great cave-in in which Mor was believed to have been killed, under thousands of tons of stone. But somehow, by luck, great strength or magic art, Mor and Erekh escaped and travelled through long-forgotten passages to the surface.

Mor and Erekh thanked the gods for their great fortune in allowing them to escape and set off home. But when Mor arrived in Enheim, he found the whole land laid waste by the Derro's mercenaries and his own village reduced to ash. Mor was filled with grief and inconsolable; nevertheless, Erekh would not abandon him and instead brought him home to his tribe.

After grieving for seven weeks, Mor was visited in his sleep by a vision of Erekh leading a great army to smash the Derro kingdom. When he awoke he told his dream to the wise man of the village who told Mor that he had himself been visited by the very same dream that night; so it was with everyone in the tribe. And so it was decreed that Erekh would lead the tribe to war. Over the next seven years, he traveled to all the divers lands from which his fellow slaves had been taken and raised a great army of many races and lands including many dwarves from the kingdom of Irkulngoravrom who were eager to strike a decisive blow against their ancient enemies.

After seven years of marching, the army arrived at the gates of Dvoriathroglim and fought a great field against cunning and bloodthirsty mercenaries of the Derro. But after a seven year siege, the army smashed through the stone gates of the kingdom and met the evil dwarf kin in battle. But even as he surrendered, the Derro king pierced Erekh with a poisoned dagger and the great warrior died even as victory had been won. But the general's sacrifice was not in vain. Kin long sundered were reunited and Mor took from Derro a great horde they had collected through tribute as well as the treasures from their mines.

Even as he mourned for his longtime companion the night after the final battle, Mor was again visited by a prophetic dream -- a dream that he would build a great city wherever three eagles alighted on a cypress tree. While most of the slaves and the army returned to their homes, many like Mor had no home to which to return. It is said that following his dream, Mor and his followers marched for seven long years until they came to an island in the Milvius River across from the tiny fishing village of Vollita. On this island stood a single cypress; as Mor looked out upon the isle, three eagles alighted on the tree before his eyes.

It is on the precise site that Mor and his followers built their city (of course the cypress tree still remains at the centre of the city in the courtyard of Mor's citadel), aided by gnomes, giants and dwarves whose knowledge and strength allowed the construction of the many wondrous structures in the city and, of course, its nigh-impenetrable walls. But when the city was completed, despite the great numbers and strength of his army, instead of setting himself on its new bronze throne, Mor supported the accession of the head of the Clan Kelvin, the clan of Enorian herders on whose lands the city was built. The first Lord Kelvin was honoured by this and agreed that Mor should sit at his right hand as castellan.

After his death, Mor was granted a place amongst the gods from whence he advises, on occasion, to advise the city's lords.

The Clay Years

Year of Mor 71-169

Shortly after Mor's End was built, the dwarvish masons who had served Mor discovered that the soil west of the city was made of the richest, finest clays ranging in colour from a deep ochre to a strange violet clay whose like they had never before seen. The claybed rich, pure and spanned a great area. And so the dwarves traveled north with merchants and court officials to Irkulngoravrom with samples of the clay. After a time, Mor's End concluded a rich trade agreement with the dwarves of the Enorian Mountains who even added a trading post to Kul Moren (the human contraction of a much longer dwarven name), their mine located closest to human lands.

The combination of the clay trade, the new city's impressive guard and the defeat of the Derro led to a period of great prosperity and growth for Enheim and Mor's End. Forests were cleared, swamps were drained and the fishermen and herders were joined by farmers, many of whom were fleeing men called the Sand Barbarians far to the south.

But after a time, the scattered and defeated orcs and other evil creatures also returned to Enheim. Lacking the resources and direction of their former masters they nonetheless made fearsome raiders who again and again harried the fledgling town and surrounding countryside. They burned crops and smashed fishing boats; three times, the city had to pay them a ransom to be spared. Often, also, the city paid tribute to the dwarves of Kul Moren or the barbarian mountain tribes to defend it against the ravages of orcs and their allies.

Yet despite all the city's efforts, a great orc chieftan Zomb, who had united many of the tribes, breached the walls one summer and his host poured into the city. Many citizens fled downstream in fishing boats and makeshift rafts while others fled across the plain; still others were taken away in chains by the raiders while many dwarves secreted themselves in the underground dwellings they had been carving out beneath the city. But most of the city's population were put to the sword. It is in this battle that Lord Olvom Kelvin died without a male heir.

It was in this flight that a party of gnomes was rescued by a fleet of perch fishers. Their fear of orcish spears overwhelmed their historic fear of water. During their three weeks on Lake Enoria, they first saw the water silk and conceived of its value.

The Silk Years

The Year of Mor 170-322

Fortunately, whatever unity Zomb instilled in the disparate humanoids who fought under his red skull banner quickly evaporated as they sacked the city, burning, raping and murdering. And when winter came, many returned to their homelands in the mountains while others set upon eachother in petty squabbles over loot.

Thus, when the Castellan Bruch who had escaped the sack returned with many of the scattered inhabitants and a disciplined force of dwarves from Kul Moren, the invaders were soon driven away.

Bruch then oversaw the reconstruction of the city, a long labour of repairing the breached walls and building new ones; most of the wooden buildings had been destroyed by the invaders and the stone structures damaged. But the work was made easier by the discovery of the dwarves who had discovered a store of ancient quarried stone in the natural caverns they had found beneath the city. The stone was of a kind not found in the Enorian Mountains and proved sturdy enough to fashion new walls. Word also quickly spread of the discovery of the gnomish water silk and soon, new merchants appeared in the city, eager to buy a place in the city's hierarchy by aiding in the reconstruction.

The Silk Years were a prosperous time. No longer did the merchants of Mor's End have to travel to Kul Moren to sell their wares (though many still did); now, merchants came from far off lands to buy water silk and violet clay and carried them off in their caravans. Still other merchants with only a passing interest in the clay and silk set up a brisk transit trade now that Enheim was safe enough for their caravans. These new merchants came not only from the North but from the East and West as well, making Mor's End a favoured crossing of the River Milvius. Some loremasters claim that in fact the isle on which the cypress tree stands had in ages past been a great crossroads of ancient caravan routes in the days before Enheim became a wilderness shunned by civilized men.

It is in these years that the south walls of the city were built and the fishing village of Vollita incorporated. Although not built with the great craft of Mor's original walls or the extraordinary stone discovered beneath the city, the southern walls were nonetheless very strong and more beautiful and ornate than the original walls.

At the outset of the Silk Years, the nobles of the clan Kelvin were almost wholly destroyed. For many years, Bruch ruled in the name of the one surviving heir, a young girl named Almah. After she came of age, though continuing to honour Bruch with a high place in her household, she ruled boldly and with great wisdom. So prosperous was the city that it again grew beyond its walls and a southeastern section was added. Its great wealth also allowed the lady to pay tribute levied by the various mountain tribes and ransoms to hostile armies; so proficient was the castellan at manipulating the tribes that after a time, the castellans began paying tribes to attack one another and thus prevent any of them accumulating sufficient strength to assail the city.

When Almah lay on her deathbed, the city was at its zenith; so well had she ruled that instead of allowing the lands of the Kelvins to pass to her eldest son, she decreed that her youngest daughter should succeed her. Since that time, the custom has been established that the reigning lord or lady should choose their heir; to the surprise of the other herders of Enheim, these heirs were often female.

It was in these early years of the Kelvins that the dwarves abandoned their subterranean dwellings beneath the city and instead built a dwarvish quarter of heavy windowless stone houses. They gave no explanation of their abandonment of their former homes and those gnomes and impoverished humans who sought to take up residence in their abandoned dwellings found that the entrances to the undercity had been sealed.

But the lord and castellan were too cunning for one year, an especially ambitious and cunning barbarian leader spent his tribute on hiring a team of assassins to kill the castellan, the lord and their heirs.

In what is called the Night of Invisible Blades, a group of magic-wielding assassins stole into the palace one night and killed all those inside, save for one person, the grandmother (and former regent) of the lord; she is the tenth ruling Lady Kelvin since the beginning of the Silk Years.

The Present Day

The Year of Mor 323-

The Cult of Mor
Domains: Earth, War, Travel
Alignment: Neutral Good
Clerics: Knowledge - Architecture & Engineering, Craft - Stonemasonry, Profession - Miner are available as class skills; also Clerics with sufficient intelligence can gain Dwarvish as a bonus language if appropriate.

The Story of Kul Moren

Three thousand years ago, the Kingdom of Irkulngoravrom was rent in twain by civil war. A powerful sorceror sought to usurp the line of kings and set up state paying homage to the evil powers of the underdark. For many years the civil war continued until Kul, the king challenged the great sorceror Riath to a single combat. Using all the wiles and treachery he could, Riath slew Kul but even as he lay dying the king threw his great axe at the wounded and retreating sorceror and cut off his head.

So it was that the single combat resolved little and instead began the years of the Cold War; the followers of Riath took as their realm the deepest places of the kingdom and made it their own realm called Dvoriathroglim while most stayed in Irkulngoravrom. In the deep places of the earth, the followers of Riath became degenerate and stunted, allowing their blood to mingle with that of goblins, orcs and other unspeakable creatures. They became the Derro.

Though there was the appearance of peace, the next two thousand years were years of fear and great vigilance as both kingdoms amassed arms, trained their troops and awaited the inevitable day that war would return.

And just as the dwarves of Irkulngoravrom feared, the Derro came upon them in open war a thousand years ago and the place beneath what the surface dwellers call the Enorian Mountains resounded with the echoes of iron on iron and was illumined by fire and lightning. And so the war continued for many hundreds of years; and after a time, the Derro gained advantage for they used the rich ores beneath the mountains to purchase slaves and hire orc mercenaries to fight in their armies. But this stratagem was to be their undoing for an escaped slave named Mor assembled a great host of the surface peoples who had suffered under the depredations of the Derro and their mercenaries.

Having learned the dwarvish tongue and the crafting of stone, Mor came to the gates Irkulngoravrom and asked the aid of the dwarvish kingdom for while his host were valiant, they had few weapons and little armour. And so it was that not only did King Kul XXXI give Mor the arms and armour he asked, he sent out a great host of his own the aid Mor and guides to help him find the secret entrances to the Derro realm deep in the Enorian Mountains.

Sensing that many of the dwarven army had abandoned their places on the front lines, the Derro attacked Irkulngoravrom with mighty savagery. But having foreseen this, Kul himself led the van of his depleted army against Derro and held them back in what is remembered in song as the Battle of Three Hundred Days. Many hundreds of dwarves died in that battle but they were, in the end victorious, for by the art of the masons Kul had lent him, Mor smashed the gates of the Derro kingdom and the Kingdom of Dvoriathroglim came to an end.

So began the friendship between the Kingdom of Irkulngoravrom and the City of Mor's End. In the years following the victory, the dwarves made the farthest outpost of their kingdom at a place called Kul Moren (a name in the human language) so that they might always trade and communicate with their human allies. And so it is that a great friendship has grown between the people of the mountains and the people of the river. Just as Kul Moren has a human quarter, so Mor's End has a dwarven quarter so that the bonds between the descendants of Kul and Mor shall never be sundered.

The Cult of Kul
Domains: Law, Earth, War
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Clerics: Knowledge (Architecture and Engineering) is available as a class skill.
 

jdavis

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Like the legend of the ancient lost city, that should be considered a "old wives tale" by the citizens (except fot those who have been deep within the warrens beneath the city). It also could link to the Mage's tower on the small island, which predates Mor's End and may be a actual remain of the cursed city. Could be a good explination about why the old hermit elf wizard who lives there is so keen on keeping people out.
 

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