- K O R O G -
The Divine have a myriad of tales or songs dedicated to them, be it songs sung in taverns or stories told to children. Some are happier, some more grim, but these examples below are able to be common knowledge to any character, having heard it on their travels or told it in their childhood.
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SONG OF KOROG
“In Thraall are halls, no deeper can be.
Where only eyes, of dwarves can see.
The dwarves dug far, with iron bars.
To seek the gold, enchanted sea’s.”
“As deep as bedrock, can be found,
There lay the sea’s and pools of auld.
From it came light, a blazing bright.
To seek the ores, the dwarves were bound.”
“They dug to deep, to greedily,
To find the gems, and gold they need.
No man or beast, could ever have seen,
The terror, that lies beneath.”
“The demon awoke, and screamed in rage,
Stones were falling, all over the place.
Full of wrath, he took the path.
That leads to the throne of Dwarven race.”
“Korog came, to stop the fright
The fear of dwarves, for the demons might.
A battle made, In the cavern’s shade.
To end the horror, of the terrifying sight.”
“They fell through bedrock, where no man has been.
They fell into a dark ravine.
The cries of dwarves, the claws that carved.
To hear how Korog won the scene.”
“The throne was restored, to Dwarven pride.
And a temple for Korog, at the very site.
The dwarves returned, to do what they’ve learned.
To put the rubble and stones aside.”
“The glory of the dwarves was back as was.
Gold was molten without a loss.
Korog was pleased, with dwarven deeds.
And Thraall arose, as dwarven bliss.”
“In Thraall are halls, no deeper can be.
Where only eyes, of dwarves can see.
The dwarves dug far, with iron bars.
To seek the gold, enchanted sea’s.”
CREDIT: Bartooliinii
THE TALE OF ZUSTID AND BABIN
In your hands is the story that has come to be known as the origin myth of the Dwarves. It details how the Dwarves of Altera came into being in a time far before our own, when Altera was raw and its many mountains yet unnamed...
Altera was very new and all the Gods were busy, in their own way, to shape and decorate the world. Korog, God of craftsmanship, came up from underneath the bedrock and scraped a hole into the stone. In this space, The First Cavern, he crafted 'Zustid' from the rocks that he had scraped away. Zustid was made out of bedrock, the hardest of all stones in Altera. He was much taller than a Dwarf and did not quite look like any Dwarf you'd find today, yet he was Korog's first creation. Korog taught Zustid like a mentor would teach his student. In order to do so, he gave him a language to converse in; Horgaahn. A tough language, so as to make it easier for Zustid to speak it, with many sounds like rolling sotnes and crushing rocks. Korog then tasked Zustid to shape the world beneath the surface. Zustid was to carve giant caverns and endless tunnels. He felt thankful to Korog that he was brought into being and devoted centuries of his life on making subterranean tunnels and caverns. He needed not tools, because he was made out of bedrock after all. Being made of a rock harder than all other rocks, he could mow through the stone like a knife through butter.
Century upon century passed and Zustid became so skilled in making caverns, that it was no longer a challenge to him. Now that he did not have to use his full attention to dig, he had room to listen to himself. Thoughts sprang to mind in the shape of Horgaahn words and the first thing that he felt was unease. For the first time in his life, he felt uncomfortable. He had moments that he even felt like he would rather not continue digging through the stone anymore. Now that he was incredibly skilled at it, his focus was drawn away from it and he found himself to be a lonely figure in a dark place... Zustid needed a friend.
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CREDIT: Bartooliinii
THRUD ET DA AEROCH
Ûrder distar, Thrud minir fer unco diarmund. Ha spezamai, minir har tûhrrhák wakur et nikt. Livar byr Korog wurd, Korog Zûll Thrud ta wûrk a da mûrzum, hir stena fer oal tirr. Shadur eta da mûrzum, altanae ta kartar hearth, nay ghul, nay irzis, nae unco diarmund! Waroem, Thrud thynka? Korog dûrrzûs ha?
Da stena baruk: Thrud zee op. Da uncar dwargar eta Thrud ta locun ètt et zee da aeroch. Da lûnnàr laeir alta. Thrud kaen Korog gide ha dar, ta gurra op lénîd. Horud eta Thrud: uncar dwargar a magh et livar spak, nae a unco hodur Ûrder. Ha loruz da mai aeroch, fer di mnogo daram.
[Translation]
Under far, Thrud [was] mining for a/one diamond. He sing, swinging his pickaxe day and night. To live by Korog's word, Korog wills Thrud to work in the mine, hitting stone for all time. Dark is the mine, nothing to take home, no gold, no iron, not one diamond! Why, Thrud thought? [Did] Korog curse him?
The stone broke: Thrud look[ed] above. The first dwarf is Thrud to rise out and see the sky. The moon lit everything. Thrud realized Korog guide[ed] him there, to journey above alone. Holy is Thrud: first dwarf to walk/run and live [on] land, not in a cave below. He love[ed] the beautiful sky, for it [gave] many dreams.
CREDIT: I am Wake
