Canticles of the Risen Fury

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Preface:

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[tface=fraktur]T[/tface]he following is endeavoring to be the most comprehensive and enlightening work of the Risen Fury, The Loyal Warden, The Fiendsmiter, The Traitor'sbane: [tface=fraktur]Torm[/tface] the true.

Scribed by [tface=salt]C[/tface]armak, Son of [tface=salt]R[/tface]hektar, Golden Fury of the Bear Tribe, wielder of the legendary Righteous Fury.
Priest of the Risen.

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[tface=fraktur]C[/tface]hapter one: [tface=fraktur]A[/tface]nd [tface=fraktur]s[/tface]o [tface=fraktur]T[/tface]he [tface=fraktur]R[/tface]ighteous [tface=fraktur]M[/tface]arch[/url]

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"[tface=fraktur]A[/tface]nd [tface=fraktur]s[/tface]o [tface=fraktur]T[/tface]he [tface=fraktur]R[/tface]ighteous [tface=fraktur]M[/tface]arched..."

[tface=fraktur]G[/tface]aze upon these tomes with no doubt in the in mind. Pay them no heed and abide no treachery in the matter: The Risen Fury was once a man. A great man. A man of whom legend will tell forever of in his honor. Before one can fully understand the scope and scale of the man-risen in his fury to the Divine above one must first learn to distinguish the canon from the truth.

[tface=fraktur]A[/tface]s there are few native Ymphians left you gaze upon this tome with knowledge in your heart. A mind awash with tales of gold-clad knights, two handed swords emblazoned in wreathe of divine fury rending both man and monster alike should they be wicked. Yet it should be known that this transpired well and long before the Risen you know walked upon the Divine.

[tface=fraktur]W[/tface]ar by any other name is Crusade. And in this Crusade did the mortal Torm march well and far to the hells and back in the name of performing his duty to his Lord and Master: The Unbroken, Tyr, in an age gone by before the visage of a maimed man washed upon the Mainlands.

[tface=fraktur]T[/tface]he mortal Torm commanded both legion and celestia alike upon the field of battle with a merciless mettle: For those proven traitor or wicked, weak or flawed, could be twisted and abused by those they marched upon in force. And it was in this Crusade that the mortal Torm shined through.  A man of honor and strength the likes this realm or any had never gazed upon.

[tface=fraktur]I[/tface]n return for these services the mortal Torm was granted boon. For it is the want of the Divine to grant upon the most worthy as symbol bright. And ye, no more worthy was one than the mortal Torm.  The Legions of the Tyrant Damned, the Masked, The Black Prince, and more sought time and again to see this symbolic flame quenched. This fury abated.

[tface=fraktur]L[/tface]ittle did they know in their hubris that with each challenged faced did he rise higher, shine brighter, beckon all with a beacon of light in the darkness of the realms over. No challenge bestowed would be abandoned, for such is honor. No wicked flourished even if his life be given, for such is duty.  No traitor be abided even if it his own brother, for such is righteous.

[tface=fraktur]B[/tface]oon granted for his shining. Boon granted for his duty, honor, and righteous zeal. To the far edge of the realm did the Unbroken Tyr march his mortal champion. Through the densest of jungles and harshest of terrains, across vast and treacherous seas, to a small Isle in the shining sea.

[tface=fraktur]U[/tface]pon this isle, shrouded and cloistered safely from the wicked and malicious did the Unbroken's holiest of sites sit. Upon its shores did the Mortal Torm march, blade in hand as none would halt his duty.

[tface=fraktur]D[/tface]own the banks did he stride!

[tface=fraktur]W[/tface]aist level did the Water ride!

[tface=fraktur]T[/tface]o the Shoulder, grew the tide!

[tface=fraktur]B[/tface]elow the waves the Champion did sink!

[tface=fraktur]s[/tface]ave a gauntlet, thrust from the brink!

[tface=fraktur]H[/tface]and of left was held high!

[tface=fraktur]G[/tface]listening with light from the misty Sky!

[tface=fraktur]A[/tface] sign of duty, a sign of pride!

[tface=fraktur]T[/tface]hat on his Lord's he would have seen himself died!

[tface=fraktur]s[/tface]umberged deep until the Unbroken spake...

[tface=fraktur]T[/tface]he mist lake parting in the Champion's wake...

[tface=fraktur]s[/tface]o marched a man wreathed in steam...

[tface=fraktur]C[/tface]haracteristic of a man enraged...

[tface=fraktur]W[/tface]ith a wicked soul to take...

[tface=fraktur]TORM-ARISEN,FURY FROM THE LAKE![/tface][/color] [/font]

[tface=fraktur]A[/tface]nd [tface=fraktur]s[/tface]o [tface=fraktur]T[/tface]he [tface=fraktur]R[/tface]ighteous [tface=fraktur]M[/tface]arched from the depths, The Risen Fury born.