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*A note is posted on the Dwarven notice boards and a letter, bearing the same title, is left pinned to the door of Clanfather Hogarth Irongut*

 

 

There is a time and place for everything. The time for change is now. Yes, we are in times of war, and a lack of change is understandable. But despite strenuous circumstances, this system is but the gristle that his been scraped up since the end of Thorin's kingship. Yes, he was a plotter. I will say this openly, but he accomplished things. He understood diplomacy and knew when to use it. He understood trade and left me to roam freely in my pursuits, producing a hefty sum of money for the kingdom. The current state of the kingdom has stomped out private industry and has reduced the title of Grand Merchant to that of a tax collector. If that is what it is to be, call it that. Don't beat around the bush and ignore what sits in front of you. Beardlings wallow in the muck, jobless and with a lack of understanding in how to improve the system. There are no gem cutters. There are no ways to learn the art of smithing.  There are no private taverns in which we may partake in drink. 

 

Indago, king of kings, you have fought valiantly in battle. Now it is time for you to fight the true fight: fixing the strained and exhausted nation we see today. Subsidize the jobs that can be available. Encourage the training of new beardlings as gem cutters, smiths, miners, and the artists we hold most dear, brewers. The kingdom is meant to serve it's people, the people are not meant to serve the kingdom. I wish you well in your reign and suggest you provide a nation worth living in for future generations. For now, I leave you with just my words and my offer of friendship. After our conversation, I've realized it is no longer reasonable to waste my efforts in supporting a broken nation. It is a nation I have always loved, but I suppose the saying remains true, "If you love something, set it free." I must do this now and perhaps, Indago, you should do the same. 

 

As I have said, I wish you well.

 

Sincerely,

Dun Irongut

 

 

 

My dear friend, brother, and Clanfather,

 

I have left the safety of Kal'Ithrun and it's lands so that I can free myself of this bureaucracy. I know that in time, you will spend your efforts on fixing the broken piece of machinery that is the Dwarven nation. Yours is the only opinion I will respect. In time, you may call me back, but now is not the time. I will provide you soon with the information you requested via another letter, but for now, I suppose we will not see each other for a time. I will return when there is opportunity and beardlings do not waste their time degrading in the muck. 

 

I wish you well,

 

Dun Irongut

 

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Lathros sheds a manly tear, sitting upon Kal'Ithrun doing Urguan knows what. He waves as he departs, knowing that the time has come.

 

Lathros is not coming down. You should've installed anti-dwarven nesting spikes.

 

pls dun go. ;-;

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*Nods "Duns words of wisdom, damn hes brilliant" *chuckles a bit* "Hes probleh goin teh Alras" *nods in agreement with himself* 

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Gamle thinks Dun should go live in Dol'Garud.

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"Keh dehn"

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Gamle thinks Dun should go live in Dol'Garud.

Hiebe thinks the same.

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dreek will haunt mili until the end of his days if dun lives with mili!

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After waking up on a bright morning in Kal'Ithrun, Hogarth looks to his door to find the note left by Dun. Reading the letter Hogarth sighed deeply, taking in each word with a hint of fear and understanding. After finishing the letter Hogarth retreats to his room to ponder a few things before starting his day. 

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Balek Irongut scratches his beard as he finishes reading the note. He sighs, shaking his head.

 

"Oi've returned tae' eh Kingdom, n' kin, onleh tae' see it in eh state o' despair n' 'opelessness. Far from wha' Oi remember as eh wee beardlin'. Gone are tha' days o' gloreh, n' 'ere we toil in muck, hardly able tae' look past tha' oor own recklessness n' warmongerin'. Yet eh broken kingdom, loike any'fin else, can be repaired. Oi shall du wha'eveh eh can tae' contribute, n' bring tha nation back into tha' state t'was before, n' beyond. By tha' poweh o' tha Brathmordakin, it mus' be so."

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-Thoak grunts under his breath for a moment-

"I 'ave warned t'ose 'o Urguan 'o t'eir failures, an' 'ave pointed t'em 'oot to tae kinsmen 'o Urguan, hooeva' t'ey ignored me, an' called me a traitor. Per'aps noo' t'ey will realize t'eir mistakes an' per'aps 'eed tae words 'o a wise elder."

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-Thoak grunts under his breath for a moment-

"I 'ave warned t'ose 'o Urguan 'o t'eir failures, an' 'ave pointed t'em 'oot to tae kinsmen 'o Urguan, hooeva' t'ey ignored me, an' called me a traitor. Per'aps noo' t'ey will realize t'eir mistakes an' per'aps 'eed tae words 'o a wise elder."

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Nope.

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*doesn't give a rat' s arse what Dun will do or what he wrote on the message

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*doesn't give a rat' s arse what Dun will do or what he wrote on the message

Dreek rolls over in his grave after he listens to Fimlin's thoughts.

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*doesn't give a rat' s arse what Dun will do or what he wrote on the message

Wonders why someone who gives no fucks gave a ****.

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