Clip's Notes: The Church of Ormorek, Reconstituted.

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The Church of Ormorek, Reconstituted is dedicated to the game Lore idea of Ormorek becoming the god of something else. What, specifically, is not strictly defined, so the Church sanctions pretty much anything, as long as you do it in Ormorek's name. Plus, since Ormorek isn't in the habit of showing up to argue about it, for all we know, we're carrying out his will*1!

The Church of Ormorek, Reconstituted welcomes Dwarves trapped in other bodies, humans trapped in Cow bodies, and really anything with a body. Unless you don't have a body, in which case you're also welcome. Theology is GREAT!

Here is collected Lore*2 of Ormorek's unofficial and involuntary (to him) Church.

*1(Okay, the odds that dance/booze/suicidal respawn parties are actually Ormorek's will is pretty darn small, but it's not impossible!)
*2(Please please please let Ormorek's Back Door become in-game canon. Please.)

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Origin of the Church of Ormorek, Reconstituted

Clip’s Note: “This was overheard by Rappanele. It changes a little every time he retells it.”

Like most great things, the Church of Ormorek, Reconstituted, started late at night, in a tavern. It was spoken:

"So, what if gods that fell in war, but survived, are like, you know, dehydrated food? They're all shrunken and pruney, like hard kibble or raisins."

"BUT! With the right worship, continually and mercilessly inflicted on them, fallen Gods can be Reconstituted!"

"That's what a church should be, like, what about the fallen God of Beer? Ormorek was Dwarves? Yeah, see? That makes so much sense. Like he could be a whole God of Beer, if we all just, you know, worship that way!"

In the absence of any coherent counterargument, a church was founded. The Church of Ormorek, Reconstituted, is dedicated to spreading dance parties and booze to any place where his Holy Spirit may be reluctantly (or even unwillingly) bound.

“We pray. We pray that he may grow from his pruney shrunken self into a new being of Enjoying It While You Can, like one of those tiny bath eggs that grows into a big awesome dinosaur. Amen.”

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The Church of Ormorek, Reconstituted: A New Deity of Respawning and Trying Again

Clip’s Note: “Author unknown. Frequently attributed to Mox Warcut.”

They say, "to overreach is Human," but Humans are amateurs compared to Dwarves. The Dwarves were delving too deep before the first Humans discovered fire and burned their skinny fingers.

Ever since the First Anvil was given to us, probably by Ormorek, by the way, though he had a little different name at the time, Dwarves have faced the certain knowledge that we will dig too deep, we will build to high, and we will fall.

But we always return, stronger, and the lesson from our failures is not that we should give up, but to build again, with even more precise stonework, stronger steel, and more clever runes of magic. That's why Dwarven work is what it is. We may fail, we may die, but we will never, ever, give up, in this life or the next.

That's one reason we think Ormorek might be on his way to something greater. He's a God that has died, fallen into darkness, and returned.

All this church foolishness aside, what if Ormorek actually claims the domain of Dying, but Coming Back and Trying Again?

Look around you, at these Council lands, with that horde of fools charging the Kraken, piling up waves of their own bodies, only to rise up and do it all again. It may be Arisetsu that brings us back, with grace ‘n all, but that charging right back into the fight? That’s all Ormorek, it is.

It might be that among Gods, Ormorek is already getting the most worship of 'em all, and the other Gods don't even see it yet.

Now that, that's crafty enough to be worthy of Dwarves, it is.

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Ormorek’s Back Door

From the Scripture of The Church of Ormorek, Reconstituted:

Civet coffee is made from partially digested coffee cherries that have passed through the intestines of an Asian palm civet. In mass production, the coffee cherries are force fed to civets and the beans are gathered from their excrement. The coffee supposed to be a delicacy, but professional taste tests mostly agree it’s just bad.

Which brings us to Ormorek worship! Ormorek is the God of Bitterness and Patron of Players who Quit. This part is well known; to quit in disgust is to fall into Ormorek’s domain, into the thrall of a god that died and really only kept hanging around out of a sense of profound bitterness.

His worshippers call the act of quitting: “Falling into the Maw of Ormorek,” to be swallowed out of existence.

But this is not the end, for us, or for Ormorek. Just as a god can refuse to die, players can COME BACK. Many do, as the thrill of foraging just one more lemon or slapping one more goblin senseless grows back into the full flower of addiction.

The Church of Ormorek, Reconstituted, calls this act of emergence, “Passing Through Ormorek’s Back Door.” Though he clenches down and bitterly tries to stop it, we squeeze back into the world, and relearn to enjoy it for the gift it is.

This, no doubt, pains Ormorek greatly, but we view it as part of his holy rehabilitation. As each player plops, fresh and steaming, back into the world, Ormorek becomes the God of Starting Over, of Trying Again.

Oromorek becomes the God of Respawning, whether he wants to or not. But we really don’t need coffee made that way.

Amen.

[Feyth]

Hail Ormorek, Let life renew!

[Daguin]

I was wondering what that sticky stuff was all over me when I respawned. Hail Ormorek?

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That's the Spirit!*

*Get it? Spirit, because he's a Nature Spirit? Haha, go Ormorek, unwilling God of Dad Jokes!