# \[Archive\] The Unruly Idol

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**Category:** \[Archive\] Stories and Background
**Created:** [9 May 2015 11:01 UTC](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/t/archive-the-unruly-idol/21399 "2015-05-09T11:01:25Z")
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### Author: ![Admiral](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/user_avatar/discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/admiral/32/616_2.png) [@Admiral](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/u/Admiral)
#### Post date: [9 May 2015 11:01 UTC](https://discourse.chaos-dwarfs.com/t/archive-the-unruly-idol/21399/1 "2015-05-09T11:01:25Z")

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**Admiral** :

**The Unruly Idol**  
  
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_Akkarakad the carver put chisel to stone,  
hammered and cursed at his bitter task,  
chinking 'til fingers flayed to the bone,  
for Hashut on high must in glory bask,  
carved out an idol ‘n’ slivers they flown,  
sully and crusty he opened a flask,  
glaring at idol twelve grudges sown,  
drank 'til he swilled down fullest cask,  
and emptied himself until idol it shone,  
who witnessed all through its silent mask,  
and decided this sin in blood must atone,  
and no one may ever for mercy ask!_  
  
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_Akkarakad carved out a monster from rock,  
insulting ‘n’ cursing granite he could mock,  
for idol its own consecration would block,  
killing and crushing to everyone’s shock!_  
  
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_Akkarakad the carver gave idol to master,  
who with it a bloodletting altar would build,  
waved off the carver and chewed oleaster,  
while working at altar were craftsmen skilled,  
polished to finish eleven and one pilaster,  
while lowly slaves at the idol milled,  
whipped on in blood to lift idol faster,  
and as it rose the master was thrilled,  
but idol it slipped ‘n’ mauled into plaster,  
then rolling sideways all slaves were killed,  
all while the master howled at disaster!_  
  
_[Clap! Clap! Clap!]_  
  
_Akkarakad carved out a monster from rock,  
insulting ‘n’ cursing granite he could mock,  
for the idol its own consecration would block,  
killing and crushing to everyone’s shock!_  
  
_[Clap! Clap! Clap!]_  
  
_Akkarakad the carver ran for the yells,  
all folks fighting hard for this idol to tame,  
they toil unto death where the altar dwells,  
carver dishonoured saw his own shame,  
warriors charging in armour as shells,  
rolling and falling did idol them maim,  
rather they should’ve run for the wells,  
for now idol broils them alive with its flame,  
sorceror then strikes back with dark spells,  
but idol of stone only cursed carver’s name,  
falling upon him its vengeance quells,  
and carver lived out his life as a lame!_