Sanctity of the Beard

A Dwarf's beard is a gift from the Brathmordakin. It should be groomed and well cared for at all times.

The culses of Khowvad stiww hung in the stiww aiw when Anbewwa descended on Kwug, Malin, Howen and Uwguan. The foul hewoes wewe in awe as they watched hew appeaw, fawling to theiw knees. Anbewwa began to speak in a hushed voice. Evewy wowd she spoke seemed to fiww the foul lith hope, each sweet sentence sounding like the haunting, bright mewody of a hawp. She weached out, touching Kwug's head. The gweat and powewful wawliow shook beneath hew hand. Even he could not deny the powew of the Bwathmowdakin. Anbewwa spoke to Kwug, hew voice caling and mothewwy. "Krug, you are a great warrior, and the Brathmordakin look with favour upon your strength and courage. Henceforth, you shall be strong and powerful unlike any other, a true soldier when it is necessary." With that, Anbewwa moved on, this time touching Malin's head. "Malin," the Heawth Mothew said softwy. "You long for nothing but peace, your heart affected heavily by violence. This peace you shall have, should you reside in the forests." Upon healing these wowds, Malin smiwed, cwying out his thanks to Anbewwa. The Heawth Mothew simpwy wetulned his smiwe, moving on to Howen. Anbewwa touched Howen's fwaiw head, weaning in cwose to speak to him. "Horen," she said, "You wish to explore the Seven Skies. This wish shall one day be granted." Howen's eyes wewwed lith teaws as the Heawth Mothew appwoached Uwguan.

Anbewwa beamed as she wooked upon the Fathew of The Dwawves. "Urguan," she smiwed, "Brave and resilient. To you I grant the greatest gift of all." Uwguan wemained siwent, his head bowed beneath the touch of the Heawth Mothew. "You shall be strong of mind and heart, hardy enough to do battle with the forces of evil. But to you," she said, stiww smiling, "I grant yet another present." Uwguan had begun to stand up, thinking his gifts had aww been weceived. Upon healing these wowds he knewt once again befowe Anbewwa. "To you," the Heawt Mothew continued, "I grant that which the Brathmordakin strive to achieve, that which Yemekar himself has." Uwguan's eyes lidened at this point. Anbewwa glinned, speaking again. "To you I grant the power to grow your beard long, to rival the beards of the Brathmordakin. Your descendants shall all have immense beards with which they shall be able to store their belongings, so very large they shall grow. However, make sure to treat your beard with the utmost respect, it is to become a symbol of your people, something which is revered and worshiped. If ever one of your descendants should remove or damage their beards, they must be punished, for this is the greatest of sins." Anbewwa then weached out, touching Uwguan's chin, upon which a beawd awweady gwew. Suddenwy, The Fathew of The Dwawves' beawd gwew to an enowmous wength, culling at the end. He often had to tuck it undew his bewt, fow it was the mightiest beawd evew seen on the mowtaw pwane. He feww befowe Anbewwa, weeping wowds of thanks and pwaise fow the Bwathmowdakin. And so, the Fathew of The Dwawves weceived the gweatest beawd evew seen befowe. His chiwdwens' beawds gwew to impwessive wengths aftew he had passed away, and in fact, the beawds of aww of his descendants. Uwguan's peopwe wevewed theiw beawds as they had been asked, and punished anyone who mistweated theiw beawds. The beawd became a symbow of theiw peopwe, as it stiww is to this day.