Meeting With The Lords Council

[Dizzy771 900]

*The Grand King speaks with his lords alone in the throne room*

 

"It 'as been brought tu my attention, as well as yers ah can imagine, dat t'a un dat 'olds t'a position o-Grand Merchant is considered unfit fer t'a position. Ah 'ave gathered ye 'ere now tuday tu discuss if dese c'arges are well founded er just bull shoite.

 

W'at say all o-ye?

[Dreek 1633]

Remuv 'im, 'e has onleh been aruund fer un er tu elv weeks den left.

 

Meh officiul vote es tu remuuv 'im.

[Draeris 3124]

Daniel Baelish has birds everywere, listening to the conversati-

Wait.. this isn't game of thrones, nevermind.

[Lefty 1696]

Igor sits down on his chair and looks at the King and the other Lords

 

"Ah vote teh remove teh bastard, 'e nae does aneh'tin fer teh Kingdom n' is never 'roun', weh should give teh position teh som'un moar' competent"

[Tethras 278]

Farren glances at his fellow Lords before nodding in agreement.

 

"Aye, t'is about time we remove him."

[Josh3738 3137]

Renove th' lad.

[doom6153 57]

*Dom looks around blankly*

 

"We 'ave un? Nae seriousleh? Ah 'ad nae idea! Remuve de fecker"

[Dizzy771 900]

*The Grand king nods to each of his lords before summoning the Grand Merchant to the hall to explain his case*

[Bloodnight 170]

*Strolls into the halls, golden chains clanking around a red silken robe. His face is aged, stressed and seemingly prepared for the fight ahead. He guides himself to a table in front of the lords before calmly setting his elaborate binder down onto the table, tax sheets and other business documents strewn about. He quietly looks down to his wrist, a finely engraved bracelet studed with assorted gems lay on his wrist. He adjusts it slightly, exhaling a deep, audible breath, He purses several wrinkles on his face, new rending scars ripping along his jaw. After a few moments he sets himself into the chair, pulling it up to the table and speaking before the lord's council.* 

 

"Aye, meh' lords. I 'hath been absent te' pust few weeks.." He pauses, groaning slightly as if already overworked. "I 'un 'ad some issues.. wit' urah enemies.. I was ona' business trip there.. discussing plane' weh Tuv.." He sighs, a slight cackle leaving his withered lips. "Teh shithole.. 'ought nae' trust a 'uman evah.. A bank 'us to beh constructed there.. grand as Ithrun.. and mighty 'ike our crown. Na' it 'appen.. lads. It nae happen." He shifts the conversation slightly, not wanting to look back in history. "I duh' alut of business remotly.. makin' tributes.. collectin' payments. Heh.. abuh' ten feckin 'ousand I made 'dis month fer' teh crown. I invest.. un' et pays off real weel.. weel it duth.." He continues ranting about he conducts his business from afar, looking in the foreign markets of Adunia.. Malinor and even the Orcish settlemetns. He turns slightly, cracking his back before continuing on. As he finishes his conversation he pleads to the lords about his absence.. and offers his condolences. 

 

 

 

I have been really active in other issues in the server, this has taken up alot of my time. I thought I could conduct a lot of my business remotly, and hell it worked quite well until this happend. I am decently active on my GM character, but I do not visit Ithrun alot and this is to be seen as an issue, as it should. I am nearing the end of my high school time, and alot of work has been thrusted upon me. I am starting to get into the military, talking to recruiters and this sole thing alone has taken up about 60% of my effort. I do humbly appologise for this, a temporary hiatus. School and my IRL life has taken serious swings in the past week, and I had to step back and correct the mistakes to properly forward myself.. or remain teetering on the edge of an abyss. I will be much more active, collecting taxes again.. (;w; sorry josh) and fully completing my abilities.

[Dreek 1633]

Dreek stares into the Doomforge's soul

"Ah stell fink 'e shuud beh remuuved. Meh vote es nae chenged."

[Josh3738 3137]

Hmm...

[Lefty 1696]

Igor looks back at the Lords and the King

 

"Nope ah still want 'im removed."

[Dun_Irongut 104]

*Dun continues to rest in his bed. He rolls around, feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable. Still asleep, a grin begins to creep over his face and his eyes begin to open. He then begins to talk to himself*

 

"Well, I'm glad I sensed it. It's time te take back what was mine! I've longed fer it fer such a lon' while, yet is always escapes me grasp. It remains elusive and I will always be searchin' fer it. Now it's time fer it te come back te me. I will take it back t'is time: me family recipe fer Dwarven flat-bread. It must be somewhere 'round 'ere..."

[Dreek 1633]

*Dun continues to rest in his bed. He rolls around, feeling the slightest bit uncomfortable. Still asleep, a grin begins to creep over his face and his eyes begin to open. He then begins to talk to himself*

 

"Well, I'm glad I sensed it. It's time te take back what was mine! I've longed fer it fer such a lon' while, yet is always escapes me grasp. It remains elusive and I will always be searchin' fer it. Now it's time fer it te come back te me. I will take it back t'is time: me family recipe fer Dwarven flat-bread. It must be somewhere 'round 'ere..."

Dreek facepalms oocly, having not expected the last part.

[Josh3738 3137]

"Remove 'im"