Conservatio

[JVQ 1719]

*Vorstag peers down the rough cobble wall, over the tip of his iron clad boots and down to the rose red faces of the Urguan peoples below him. He steps back, whipping his Wolf pelt shawl around his shoulders and unclipping the hood it is conjoined with from his Antler helm. As he begins to speak his voice bellows through the valley and back towards Arkon*

“Dwarfs of Urguan, the time is rapidly approaching. In less than two elven days the leader of this nation, the Grand King of Urguan will rise to the obsidian throne, leaving his competitor in the dust. Many of you have voted for me, shown support for a Dwarf relatively unheard of, I need these Dwarfs, I will not forget them for they have shown faith in me and when the opportunity presents itself I will repay thee. Faith will defeat tyranny, faith will defeat evil, We, as a nation, need faith. In one another and ourselves. For trust, trust is what brings us together and together we are the bane of our enemy.

*Vorstag ushers Jorik forward before placing a hand on his shoulder*

“This Dwarf, he is my kinsman yet my competitor, we have learnt to place our election behind our relation. We will always be kin but not always Grand King, we have faith in each other. Our bond as kin is stronger than any Nation, than any government and while we strive to take the throne both of us know that we are stronger together. I can not say the same for our Lord Fimlin Grandaxe. Not yesterday did he ask for me to engage in dirty deals with him, rigging the election so that Jorik would not win. I profusely objected, thinking it dishonourable to "team" on my kin.

The proposal presented to me by Fimlin made me realise that he is no King, not one I wished to follow to the depths of Vuur'Dor or to fight under In times of war. War would crush the Kingdom if in the wrong hands, this is why you must vote Vorstag or Jorik to preserve our great nation. Fimlin will suckle up to Oren like a newborn in order to save his arse.

“I ask your vote so that I can uphold the glory of our Grand Kingdom, so I can lead our great nation in to our full potential, vote for me, Vorstag Grandaxe son of Wulfgar, friends, brothers, sons.

Hail Urguan

Hail Dungrimm!”

((Sorry for typos etc and bad written, will edit tomorrow. Also no ooc hard feelings anyone.))

[mmat 7460]

Smoke can be seen rising as a Dwarven flag burns about a mile south of the city.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.