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My Donation to the Armok!
A guild from English Godville. Slaves to Armok has the highest gold fund of the server. I'm going to keep this short and sweet, no lengthy description. It is simply that Slaves to Armok is so awesome, that it has spikes of Adamantine and that it can not be expressed by words, just a feeling of greatness.
When the guild was formed, most of it's members were Dwarfs, most of whom were named Urist. As the guild grew, many humans joined the guild as well. Many of these dwarfs built great fortresses into mountains and built great civilizations. Some (rather stupidly) even breached hell. All of the dwarfs worshiped their god, Armok, hence the name.
The Blood God's subjects are prone to building massive, wonderful and architectural masterpieces out of soap, ice, and- crystal Glass. They occasionally use normal stones like Obsidian cast from custom built Obsidian forges, built into the sides of active volcanoes.
The Slaves to Armok can also be somewhat unstable as seen in the Dwarven Artefact's industry, where feats of Quantum building are demonstrated in Limestone Statue's like Planepacked
If short of building Materials we often cause needless bloodshed like in Boatmurdered, or try and flood large areas with Magma drawn from the deep.
There are three things which Armok's children fear above all else:-
1. Booze shortages
As a wanderer passes beneath the mighty Mountainhomes, he might be (un)fortunate to hear in the distance the distinctive sound of a Dwarfish Throat Choir as they bellow tales of ale, kitten overcrowding and menacing spikey things.
Where Birds Have Never Been
(As sung by Deepvictim's Valley Throat Choir)
I walked towards Godville as always alone
When a band of dwarves seized me pulling me through stone
Down into their underworld where birds have never been
Wickedness and wonders the weirdest things ever seen
A silver dwarf seated on his mighty dark throne
Held up his wand and spoke to me in dire tone
"You come from way above and shall prove your worth
This ordeal has been waiting since before your birth
A victim of Destiny is what you claim to be
If you've been wronged then for sure you'll be free
But if your prove too weak to accept your fate
That means your freedom will forever have to wait
Only dwarves will know your all-too human shame
Only small men will speak your dishonoured name
You'll stay in the underworld where birds have never been
Among gold and silver the weirdest things ever seen
In the dim timelessness where only spiders mate
It might take you a thousand years to honour your fate
Thnk of Destiny for each rust-red drop that falls
On your brow while you stare at these stately walls
You must teach your stomach to let go of its greed
Your throat will learn to abate its strong need
You'll ask if life is an illness if you can be cured
In the end if you make it your story might be heard
The day you can bear the clothes Destiny gave to you
Then we can give you the powers see you stay true
You'll be free to leave this place deprived of life and light
Climb up towards the white sun to take up your great fight
You'll speak like a god before the cheering masses
You'll stand like a cliff in the stream of time that passes
Choose right over wrong there's nothing in between
Never be haughty or spiteful stay calm and serene
Drink the wine of winners live with pride in the sun
As a man of the sword and a master of the word
Not as a wild wolf forever on the run
Whose life's an illness that cannot be cured
Remember your friends where birds have never been
Wickedness and wonders the weirdest dwarves ever seen
We shall stay behind in this mine of wisdom and gold
When leaving the Underworld be strong and bold
As you climb through the stone you'll again be all alone"
Thus spake the silver dwarf from his mighty dark throne