Kulkund and the Wheel: Excerpt I

[Leon of Maedhros]

Kulkund and the Wheel: Excerpt I
Penned by Leon of Maedhros

"Home is sacred, but home is not always a place. Sometimes home is the company you keep; your people. Defend them, protect them, lead them. They are Warad's people. Your people."

It is well known that the High Dwarves of Kulkund claim to be the founders of the Wheel. That the Spokes were stolen from their own, if this is true then delving the minds and hearts of the Stoutfolk on their telling and thoughts of the Wheel is a wise lesson to be found to bring us closer to our shared Gods.

The reason for this I reckoned to be their exile of Agaslakku whose name they stripped and bestowed alike a curse the title of Murderer, for he gifted the Orc of Nusrum and the Thousand Clans their boon of fire and invaded their home as their Deep cousins rebelled below, sallying to the surface dwellings.

If the High Dwarves of Kulkund no longer or perhaps never did worship Agaslakku, then their people's view and very way of life among Wheel clergy would have filled different roles, perhaps. As I speak for Warad, our Lord Protector, I may hold bias for my next daring suggestion; the High Dwarves of Kulkund do not relish in war for war has decimated their people and brought ruin to their people.

Along their Great Exodus, I imagine the refugees who remained grew quite close to the Wanderer. While in their mountain home, perhaps he was more revered for the protection he offered the defenders of Kulkund, with their home lost and their Exodus upon the road, they had now witnessed His vast domain in full and likely relied heavily on His blessings for what hope remained. That is what Warad brings; hope against terrible odds, a shield for the arm that cannot hold it, a guide through perilous lands of light and dark.

For they knew that whatever lay ahead no matter the length this mighty journey would take, Warad would guide and defend their way so long as they walked in His footfalls, and where He would guide the faithful, all would know the Hearthmother, B'aara to those Stoutfolk, whom would mend and lick their wounds and open Her doors of hospitality. So they found a place in the Tablet, one of many perhaps? But I hail from Qadira these long years, and know little of Ephia's Well yet.

My thanks for reading, know these are my thoughts alone and theory, pay heed to the next publishing where I'll author my records of Kulkund testimonies on Warad and the Wheel, and the history of the Murderer.