Runes of Kilmorph

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Kilmorph is the Goddess of the Earth, She Who Dwells Beneath. She formed children out of stone, the dwarves, and taught them the secrets of metalworking. One of the first religions available to the men of the world, Kilmorph will answer the prayers of honorable men and even send her soldiers to defend their cities.

The Runes of Kilmorph is a set of rules and guidelines handed down by the first dwarves, mainly emphasizing personal responsibility. Followers are exhorted to do their best in their craft, deal honestly with everyone, and to repay their debts. This is especially applied to family and close kin, and results in tight communal loyalty. Followers of Kilmorph are usually quite industrious and seldom cheat their customers. Since this results in a reduced corruption and a generally prosperous economy, some followers mistake the benefits of the creed for its goals, and greed is not an unfamiliar vice.

But they may not be so quick to help a stranger in need, especially one from another culture, nation, or religion, and unlike The Order or The Empyrean, they would seldom be roused to arms in defense of a foreign land…unless those foreigners had done them a favor in the past.

They are also the most traditional of the religions. Bambur exists since the creation of the dwarves and in many cases this original tradition is as limiting as it is unifying. The Runes exemplify excellence, but not from raw talent. It is an excellence gained through years of practice and repetition.

Alignments

Lawful Neutral

Heroes

Bambur

Wiki-religions-button_RoK-Bambur.pngAn artist named Kheldon Ki was called before a wealthy lord and ordered to produce a statue of the lord to stand before his home for all the populace to see and revere. Kheldon Ki was a gifted artist, and all art he created was so lifelike it showed the true soul of its subject. As such, his statue of the lord radiated a sense of ego and vanity to all who looked at it. When the lord saw the completed statue, he ordered it torn down and Kheldon to spend the rest of his life in his deepest dungeons.
        Kheldon spent 40 years within the dungeon, blind and lonely. To fight his loneliness, he began sculpting people from the rocks in the cavern. By the end of his life, he had created hundreds of these stocky statues of men and woman all doing a variety of tasks. At a great age Kheldon lay upon the floor of the dungeon close to death. It was then that Kilmorph appeared before him and said “You have been imprisoned unjustly, for this I will grant you a wish. Choose your wish carefully though, for you will gain only one, be it for revenge against the lord who imprisoned you or a renewal of youth for you to live again.”
        In this way Kilmorph hoped to test Kheldon, to see if he had become so bitter as to be unworthy of heaven by wishing for revenge against the lord. But Kheldon asked for neither of these two things, and instead said “I wish not revenge for it would gain me nothing, and I wish not new life, for I am ready to die; my only wish is that during my final hours I would not be alone.” Kilmorph saw this as a good wish, and granted it by breathing life into all the statues Kheldon had created, and they tended to him until he died. After Kheldon’s death, his soul was carried to the underworld on the back of a great dragon, and he was welcomed among the spirits of his ancestors. As for the stone people, they burrowed out of the lord’s dungeon and spread through the Underdark, becoming the dwarves of today.
        Bambur is one of the few original dwarves remaining. He was carved by Kheldon and had Kilmorph herself breathe life into him. He is nearly as talented a crafter as his creator, but Bambur makes weapons instead of statues.
        The first generation of dwarves never age, they are exactly as they were when they were carved, but each generation of dwarves gets a slightly shorter lifespan. As they get farther and farther from the breath of Kilmorph, they become more mortal, in spirit and life. Bambur has had to watch this fall, the Umberguard himself has even turned away from Kilmorph, but Bambur fights on for his goddess and mother. His strength, and his weapons, are available to any that fights for Kilmorph.

Arthendain

Wiki-religions-button_RoK-Arthendain.pngAn entire company was wiped out by her. She wore a ragged white dress and matted red hair, both of which clung to her like grease on a pan. She didn’t carry any weapons, she didn’t need them. Her claws were like iron, she was stronger than any girl. But she was just a girl, or at least once she had been. She clawed and bit at them, coughed and wheezed and fled. One of their number was dead and several were injured.
        Arthendain began applying healing poultices to the wounds, but they were already growing green with infection. The finger-sized gashes broke open, skin and muscle peeled back as if it was trying to escape the bone. They writhed in pain, and in minutes they looked as if they had been flogged with a whip; after a few more, they appeared as fresh zombies, still screaming, minds alive as their bodies died. Then finally, mercifully, they died.
        Arthendain was uninjured from the fight, but still the disease spread. He grabbed his crossbow intent on making sure the girl didn’t spread her disease any further. As he gripped the polished handle of his crossbow, he noticed his own hands had begun to redden and swell. He hurried to water; they were in the sewers beneath Prespur and normally he wouldn’t touch the water here, but it had to be better than what was on him. He scrubbed his hands, but it just got worse, then the coughing began.
        He heard himself screaming, exactly as the others. He fell face down into the water trough and died. The disease spread in the water; the next morning, the city would have awoken to a plague. There would be barely any left by nightfall, had not Kilmorph intervened. The Earth Goddess interceded for the dwarf ’s spirit and Arawn consented.
        Arthendain doesn’t remember much, everything from scrubbing his hands to waking up that next morning in a local tavern is little more than a blur. He remembers a dark angelic form speaking from above. He remembers being given a crystal flask and told to keep it safe, and never open it until the red-headed girl is found. He remembers being told that he must find that girl. And to this day he has worked toward that goal.

Notable Quotations

“Nothing is more sacred than the earth that gave us birth.”
—The Tablets of Bambur

“It has been widely accepted as fact that the pen is mightier than the sword. With our new mithril blades, I think it just might be time to revise that statement.”
—Bambur

It was dusk when the Stonewarden arrived. Few had ever actually seen one in this small village, but I knew his cause full well. The dwarves all made way for him, a few offering cautious greetings, which he ignored. He stopped in a clearing at the other edge of town and surveyed his surroundings, then sat down and began to chant. Soon the earth began to shake, and a cloud of dust surrounded the Stonewarden. The small dwarf children clung tightly to their mothers as the loud scraping of earth and rock echoed through the village. In minutes it was over, and jagged edges of stone began to emerge as the dust settled. Centered where the Stonewarden had sat now stood a Temple of Kilmorph. When the next disciple of the earth mother arrived in this village, they would find a more than receptive group of followers.
—Recollections of Marost Dzorad, 43rd Treasurer of the Merchants Guild of Khazak

The old Stonewarden was awakened abruptly by a knock on the temple door. He shook the sleep out of his eyes and opened the door, revealing a young man. “Temple services start at evening, my boy,” he said.
        The newcomer mustered his courage. “I want to become a Thane, sir.”
        The Stonewarden smiled at the earnestness of his visitor, recalling a time long, long ago when he had made a similar calling. “What time does the smith wake in the morning to light his furnace?”
        “Sir? I don’t know, I don’t want to be a smith, I want to serve Kilmorph!”
        “How does the merchant keep all his camels moving at the same pace? How does the King decide a man’s punishment? How does the miner know where to strike for ore? When must the baker remove his sweet bread to keep it from burning? What does the soldier do to keep his courage up before battle?” The boy stared back at the Stonewarden, who chuckled at last. “Kilmorph does not need service in the temple, youngling, but amongst her people. Work side by side with the smith, to learn his struggles and dreams. Travel with the merchant, and guide him through his temptations. Be beside the soldier as he dies, and the king as he orders the death of a guilty man. We of Kilmorph can mold the community together as the potter shapes the clay, for they will heed your advice only when they know you were once one of them.”
        “How will I know when I am done?”
        “You will know. Kilmorph will draw you back to me, and I will be ready to teach you how to draw on her power. A Stonewarden is able to move mountains—only when his people share his faith. So go, draw the people together and to Kilmorph, and when you return the earth itself will do your bidding.” The old man watched as his charge left hesitantly, then shuffled back and resumed his nap.

—From Chapter 4 of Reflections on the State Cults, by Elder Methyl of the Luonnotar

Runes of Kilmorph

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