Admiral:
[align=center]The Slavedriver and the Bull God, by Uhr-Kulmbizharr[/align]
Once upon a time, there was a slavedriver who was miserly yet weak of heart and will. One day, his thralls rose up against him in a wild rebellion. They overmanned the slavedriver and shaved his prized beard, tore off his ears and cut off his nose, toes and fingers before they impaled the Chaos Dwarf and roasted the man alive.
When the slavedriver’s shackled soul stood in front of the Father of Darkness to face final judgement, the fiery Bull God deemed him and his life’s deeds to have been worthless indeed. The slavedriver protested:
“But, highest one, all my life I have offered adulation and bloody sacrifices in both fire and molten metal. I have practiced all the correct rites without failing and I have done so in sight of your mighty idols, just as the ancient laws and customs dictates. I have worshipped you truly and wholesale,” said the slavedriver.
At this, high Hashut snorted, and a storm cloud of ash and cinders swallowed the slavedriver and scorched his soul.
“You have served me in word and ritual, but served me falsely. Your thoughts and deeds condemns you,” spoke the Bull God.
“No!” said the slavedriver.
“You dare object to your Dark God’s judgement? Fool! You were too weak of heart to crush the slaves under heel. You thought to spare the rod, whip and blade and leave the backs and bones of thralls unscathed, because you skimped with your property and would not wear it out. You thought that nurtured slaves who were not overburdened would live longer and work harder. And you were wrong. For these sins, I let the slaves rise up against you and deal out your worldly punishment, and now I will lay upon you the final judgement,” spoke the Bull God.
He then called forth three chained and broken Daemons of fire and darkness, who were charged to forever flay the slavedriver’s soul, then maim it and then drown it in molten lead in a cycle without ending. For such is the fate of masters too weak or miserly to suppress their slaves.
- The Slavedriver and the Bull God, by Daemonsmith Uhr-Kulmbizharr the Blind, the renowned Chaos Dwarf author of fable stories during the foundation of Zharr-Naggrund
