Storm A-Brewing

[Vorenn]

(with the oncoming expected expansion and a fair bit of conjecture being added thereto, it sparked a bit of cool conversation in guildchat this morning which I thought might be fun to post up and pursue if people want to get in on things.  There is no "right" way to do this as none of us actually know what the new expansion will be - there's only rumours - but it might be fun for research.   So join as you like.)


Vorenn frowned, sprawled in a chair in the Saga library and scowling at the pile of books around him as if they were his worst enemy - which right now was pretty accurate.  Even though he had a jug of fay mead near to hand, it didn't make the job any more enjoyable.  Digging through the past was not something he enjoyed doing for many reasons, but this in particular was more frustrating than he had been expecting. 

"I worship th'gods, but I dinnae trust 'em.  I hold no truck in their preachin' o' light an' laughter an' belchin' rainbows an' kissin' puppies.  Only one thing gods want...our awe, our fear, an' our faith.  They drink it like nectar - an' who would ever wanna starve willin'-like?"

There had been mention of the Nameless - Vorenn had heard rumours of it, that it was just a legend and nothing more - but legends had to start from somewhere, and there was always a grain of truth, if you could dig deep enough.  And ages ago, he had done, and came up with a name, just one - and a title.

Roehn Theer the Godslayer.

"Th'gods dinnae love us, not like ye think.  They offer us chocolate, an' praise, an' cute an' pretty things, and if that dinnae work, they frighten us an' threaten us and bow us down by force.  But it's all th'same thing, all comes down ta one; a god wants an army - for even a god may fear, an' if th'Godslayer came again ta free all Norrath an' kept the balance, does ye really think th'gods would stand by an' not fling some o' their best devoted into th'breech?   

Ye calls it faith - I calls it cannonfodder."

A being created with power enough to kill a god, a being of free will who would keep the balance between Good and Evil, a being made to keep the gods in line, and to provide balance -

A being the gods themselves banished into the Void, because they did not want balance...they wanted to rule.  And, it would seem, the sentient of Norrath wanted to be ruled.

Book after book Vorenn had read, tome after tome, scroll after scroll.  As  others he had found had also discovered, one lead lead to a dead end, or cul-de-sac, or to mist and shadows.  Nameless, Void, the betrayal of Gods.   And though Vorenn worshipped himself, and prayed at his altar at night, he did so standing - and his worship of the Father of Storms was on his own terms.

"I know not of fancy things, but I know of storms...a storm be brewin', it's on th'horizon.  An' the thing about stormin' an' chaos is ye cinnae stop it.  Ye can only hold onto somethin' an hope ye dinnae drown."

Vorenn sighed and rubbed at his brow with a thumb, glaring as he picked up another scroll - arming himself with knowledge, though reading did not come easy.  But he could bide his time, while others frolicked and pretended that nothing was wrong, that their world was all chocolate and kittens and happy dreams.  Let them, if they must...he'd lay his own peace of mind at the altar if need be so others could walk in delightful ignorance of the coming storm.

"Maybe it will a war for people to realise they've been idiots and wake up."

"...I'm too worried that they'll be too busy dyin' fer that, mate."

With a grim determination, Vorenn poured another cup of mead, settled into his chair, put up his feet, and read on.