Post by keats on Mar 26, 2006 3:36:34 GMT -5
An echo of a tale fills my dreams. Perhaps my friends of the Ancients can help me unravel the mysteries within. I dream deeply each night. Some of horrors, some of delights...some of awakenings. One such recently I am able to recall with such clarity that I know the Skyfather had poured it into my soul as I slept... I see four shapes, standing over a sphere of obscure shapes. They discuss and argue, point and stammer. One speaks...
"Without Ambition, Zeal, Guidance and Temperance, they are nothing but savage beasts, one feasting on the flesh of another in the enduring dance of existence. That is what our gift must be. That is what our legacy MUST be."
So it is then, that the Gods called forth four of the greatest smiths in the land, each representing one of the four Ancient Gods. They were tasked with one purpose alone...the Hammer of the Ancients. The Hammer was to be an enduring symbol of all the Gods power and moralities. It happened that the four smiths poured their souls into the forging of the relic.
Fire molded the metal... Ambition and Purpose burned into the hearts of the people.
Air fed the fire... Zeal and Drive to excel rushed in to inspire the
followers of the way.
Earth brough forth the metal... Guidance and Morality grounded the
minds and hearts to a focused path.
Water cooled the steel... Temperance and Balance formed the enveloping shroud around all other virtues, holding them intact and unbreakable for all eternity.
The Hammer of the Ancients is imbued by the powers of all four Gods with the will and moralities of the Ancient Ones. The Will of each of the Gods was needed to successfully forge the Hammer. For if the virtues of any one were missing, the craft would fail.
It's surface dances with runic script, the Will of the Ancients. The codes by which we are to live our lives, the values we are to cherish, the works we are to perform, all shimmer almost imperceptively etched into the surface and all around its heft.
Beyond the legend of the Hammersmiths, nothing is known of the Hammer of the Ancients. Over time, fact became story. Story became fairy-tale. And the Hammer of the Ancients passed peacefully into history. Ages of war and strife beseiged the world of Azeroth. Conflicts of all scope and scale raged across the land. Two warring factions to this day maintain the bloodlust and zeal of vengeance. And in a world forged by war, peace is a distant memory...
...a small group comes together in the land of Kalimdor. A sharing of
beliefs brings these kindreds into the light of the Ancient Ones.
Banding together they prosper and swell their numbers, growing each day in the glory of the Ancients.
In the shadow of the impending Ascension...this stalwart flock of believers prepares for the first major shift in the balance since their joining...........
"Without Ambition, Zeal, Guidance and Temperance, they are nothing but savage beasts, one feasting on the flesh of another in the enduring dance of existence. That is what our gift must be. That is what our legacy MUST be."
So it is then, that the Gods called forth four of the greatest smiths in the land, each representing one of the four Ancient Gods. They were tasked with one purpose alone...the Hammer of the Ancients. The Hammer was to be an enduring symbol of all the Gods power and moralities. It happened that the four smiths poured their souls into the forging of the relic.
Fire molded the metal... Ambition and Purpose burned into the hearts of the people.
Air fed the fire... Zeal and Drive to excel rushed in to inspire the
followers of the way.
Earth brough forth the metal... Guidance and Morality grounded the
minds and hearts to a focused path.
Water cooled the steel... Temperance and Balance formed the enveloping shroud around all other virtues, holding them intact and unbreakable for all eternity.
The Hammer of the Ancients is imbued by the powers of all four Gods with the will and moralities of the Ancient Ones. The Will of each of the Gods was needed to successfully forge the Hammer. For if the virtues of any one were missing, the craft would fail.
It's surface dances with runic script, the Will of the Ancients. The codes by which we are to live our lives, the values we are to cherish, the works we are to perform, all shimmer almost imperceptively etched into the surface and all around its heft.
Beyond the legend of the Hammersmiths, nothing is known of the Hammer of the Ancients. Over time, fact became story. Story became fairy-tale. And the Hammer of the Ancients passed peacefully into history. Ages of war and strife beseiged the world of Azeroth. Conflicts of all scope and scale raged across the land. Two warring factions to this day maintain the bloodlust and zeal of vengeance. And in a world forged by war, peace is a distant memory...
...a small group comes together in the land of Kalimdor. A sharing of
beliefs brings these kindreds into the light of the Ancient Ones.
Banding together they prosper and swell their numbers, growing each day in the glory of the Ancients.
In the shadow of the impending Ascension...this stalwart flock of believers prepares for the first major shift in the balance since their joining...........