Judicariate of Mignuhm

Orders of the All-Father still hold tales of what the great Dwarven city Mignuhm once was, and how it fell so far. Monks whisper of its once great Rex of the Judicars, Rex Jalahaeck who stood as the ninety ninth Rex of his bloodline. Ninety eight other preceded him, building up the great civilization to what it was, and the newly crowned rex was no different in his duties. A golden ruler who brought prosperity and victory to the Judicariate of Mignuhm. A great tale of prosperity and influence, as founded underneath the Rex's hand was the great spread of Mignuhm. Spiraling in chambers vast and phenomenal in the undergrounds, a gem hidden beneath the earth their empire spread farther then ever before.

The underground and its great bowels of natural power and phenomenon were harvested by the Judicariate and its Rex. Keen minds of unimaginable understanding and logic, the Dwarven people found patterns and uses of the world in ways unprecedented. From times early on, the Dwarven constructed great machines of gears above the molten earth which would turn for millennia, and are rumored to still turn today. Cogs the size of homes built into unbelievably complex and meticulous machines the size of castles and keeps. They spin and bring light to the once dark caves of the Judicariate. Stars glow bright in the ceiling, held stationary and constant. The great empire never remained in the dark.

The streets now hiss, and are warmed beneath the feet of its people, as roaming across its towering buildings which inhabit the great pillars of the Judicariate’s cavern roam golems of foreign and strange design. Advanced far beyond the make of the Aversians, they are instead made in the imagine of the stalwart and intelligent people of Mignuhm. These golems drift and loom across the city even today, clothed in ancient runic fabrics and a hiss of heat constant from their metallic forms.

More than simply advanced, Mignuhm was propelled forth by their Judicars, the most intelligent Runesmiths, Philosophers, Inventors, Metallurgists, and Masons who forged and carved out their great halls from the rock, creating a civilization that has lasted beyond time. Governed by the intelligent Rexes, the generations of Mignuhm broke into unprecedented discoveries, which fueled both their machines and continual progress through the ages. Arches laid within their streets, which propelled one from one side of the unfathomable city to the next. Ducts of water ran into public drinking fonts and fountains within the roads, and before their workshops and foundries. Clockfaces loomed from above and chimed the hour, governing and keeping the people on task. Gear shuddering machines that turned with the heat of the earth, brightening the streets and homes of the vast Mignuhm for as long as they could function. From great towering weapons of unimaginable destruction, to golems which would serve their every task, the great people of Mignuhm thrived for generations under each golden Rex and their logical Judicars.

The city spiraled, carved out and expanded underneath each of the ninety nine reigns of Mignuhm’s Rexes. As it now stands as an unbelievably vast city, placed all within one large cavern. Distant lights and pillars are seen from underground, as if they found the horizon from beneath the earth. The true size of the city to any Aversian is unknown, as all who have ventured and returned have rumored that the city itself may be unending from top to bottom. But recently, that has changed.

The unending Mignuhm these recent septs have rumored claims made in contrary to the great feats spoken of before. Word sold speaks of the city being swallowed into darkness, its pillars collapsed, and engulfed into the earth. Its great machines torn and crumbled, as gears fell into and through homes. Statues and monuments crafted by millennia old masons engulfed, and now remain swallowed below the once great cavern. The once great Judicariate of Mignuhm is said to have fallen, as the Golden Rex Jalahaeck is said to have vanished, his fate rumored and clothed within whispers and tales of varying ideas, speaking of the Legend of Rex Jalahaeck. The bloodline of the golden Rexes absent from the Throne of Mignuhm, the once great city has fallen into despair - as it is slowly consumed by the earth it once mastered.

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