Admiral:
Written by: Admiral
Illustrated by: Raul “knightinflames” Gomes
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The Tightwad and the Temple Acolyte, by Uhr-Kulmbizharr[/align]
Once upon a time, there was a tightwad who was so cheap he would eat the carcasses of asses left out for the dogs in the street. One day, high Hashut or some Daemon disapproved of these meals of rotten flesh, and struck the tightwad with a sickness that threatened to end his life. His clan paid a Temple Acolyte to oversee the sick man.
“Your life might yet be spared if you would get elixirs and sacrifice to appease the wrathful deity,” said the Temple Acolyte.
“And pay for medicine, prayers and offerings?” gasped the tightwad.
“But you’re dying,” replied the Temple Acolyte.
“I will let my body heal itself,” said the tightwad.
“Then we should consult your clan for funeral rites that reflects your status. Would you like a catacomb burial or cremation before the idols? That would be seven or three gold bulls,” snarked the Temple Acolyte.
“You swindlers are always out for my money! Cut that to a silver hoof and chuck me in the River Ruin!” yelled the tightwad.
And they did, without waiting for the sickness to kill the tightwad. For such is the fate of those so mean as to offend the Temple, the Bull God and Daemons alike.
- The Tightwad and the Temple Acolyte, by Daemonsmith Uhr-Kulmbizharr the Blind, the renowned Chaos Dwarf author of fable stories during the foundation of Zharr-Naggrund*
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* This illustrates the underlying friction between Dawi Zharr sacrificial religion, which basically is about burning wealth to ashes, and the extreme avarice of Chaos Dwarfs. However, it is rare for a worshipper of Hashut to forsake his sacrificial obligations, for to do so is to invite holy and unholy wrath alike.
