A Time For Reformation [King Speech]

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

A Time for Reformation [King Speech]

((Accent-less for easy reading))

*It was upon entering the gates the gathering of civilian Dwarves witness a figure. This figure was merely a commoner, one of the same height as they. He bore facial hair, black as a raven’s feather, stretching down to his prominent stomach which lay clothed in a brown robe laced with golden trimmings and tucked in with a crimson sash. His beard was lavishly decorated in metal braces restraining the dark forest in place. However, the most peculiar of all was the mask that barred the view of his face. The golden mask formed a furious expression, it was engraved and shaped to look as a bearded Dwarf, only to be complemented by the looping hairs of his mustache sprouting from underneath.

 

No Dwarf paid heed to the peculiar worshiper of Dungrimm, for it was common practice in the city of Kal’Arkon and many in times of War had seen his presence on the battlefield, preaching the Guardian of Death’s name. Alas, unlike before the mysterious Dwarf did not shout or speak the words of his Lords and Ladies in the Halls of Khaz’A’Dentrumm. But this time he strode into the city with head held at a solemn level before he stood before the commerce in the square and looked upon them. Then he began to speak.*

 

“I am Midgor also known as Kjell the Second, of the Ireheart line and second of his name. I am he who is known as ‘The Prophet’ and thus he who brings the tidings of the Gods, for they utter in wise whispers to mine ears. I speak for our people, those of pure blood and those who guide their proud avarice but I have not sought permission to speak upon their behalf.

 

Most will claim my illegitimacy, but I bear the black mane of my Father and his pride. He is Kjellos who has ascended to the halls of the Brathmordakin as a proud Dwarf who wielded His legacy much as He had once held His Empire. I renounce His righteousness, although He fills the voids of His and mine own Master’s roles, the Brathmordakin who rule on high. He is not deserving of His title for it is not bestowed upon Him by the Gods.”

 

*The figure, proclaiming himself as the third some of Kjell takes a deep breath before exhaling his next passage that made his unplanned speech.*

 

“I have come to claim the same place my Father once held, with the aid of my Brothers and Sisters who have yet to bear witness to my presence once more in these lands. But I do not desire Kingship over the realm, no... I desire my Father’s role as Emperor! A title not constructed since the times long ago, within the realms of Asulon and tarnished by the mercies he blessed upon his people. I seek to inspire greatness within our realm once more. For it is our divine right to be seen unto by others for our greatness, not our lust for war and not the proclaimed stupidity spoken by the Humans which strikes our ears and hearts.”

 

*Midgor raises his hand to take a firm hold of the mask which covers his face. He gently lifts it up and off of his face to reveal one that bears a striking resemblance of his father’s. However, where a scar would lay on Kjell’s face is a jagged blue line painting over it in resemblance to the former Paragon’s wound.*

 

“Look unto me now, kinsman and woman. You can see the lines that time has carved into my flesh. I have witnessed many things and I can proclaim that I too have the wisdom my Father held as well as that of other wise Dwarves. My soul is ancient, my vessel new and I seek to use it. And now I must tell you what my goals in the quest for Emperor-ship.”

 

*He eyes the crowd, as he slowly gathers their attention but still leaving some skeptical. He presses his thumb against his former golden face, gently licking his chapped lips before he resume his preaching.*

 

“Unlike those who I run against, I do not seek a firm victory through war with the other nations. I seek victory in strengthening our people and passing my wisdom unto them! You may think to yourself, ‘But victory against Oren can only be achieved through blood and steel.’ And I must commend you for believing true. But, although we bear blood and steel... We lack infrastructure! What will happen when we walk upon the fields drenched in our foe’s blood? With glory pressing against our backs as we raze their cities? What will happen when we sit within our halls, feasting and thriving in our lavish wealth? I can warn you what will happen... Desolation. War is in our blood, our minds, and our souls. It has been carved there since the times of Aegis! But what we lack now, is infrastructure! A pathway to victory even before and after conflict, also a pathway to INDUSTRY!

 

My Father, bless His soul. Now resides in the Hall of Khaz’A’Dentrumm. But he left behind a legacy known by all. The Modern Legion, his parting gift. Yes, it is composed of blood and steel... But it also bears the element of infrastructure underneath. Look at it now, Brothers and Sisters. For you will see that it has stood the test of time and now it stands in the ownership of the son who was once the child of his commander. This is my evidence, and this is my goal. To construct an infrastructure for all of society, so that it will stand even after I have fallen prey to incompetence or death. For we are a proud and strong people, only deserving of this utopia I proclaim.”

 

*The black haired dwarf holds out his arms, stretching them unto the sun and the moon as he looks at his people, standing level to them as he knew he was not their greater but their equal.*

 

“Let me speak the sum of my speech, and listen to it well.

 

I shall restore the importance of the clans within our halls and lands.

I shall restore the need for economy and non-military occupation, for we are the crafters! Our God, Yemekar has blessed us with his hands. For we must also inspire the workings of Lathros, he who bears the beard of Oil!

I shall ensure that pay is distributed properly unto the military. No longer shall the Kingdom’s coffers be locked and the poor be declined their rights, to be only paid with more armor and the promise of victory.

I shall enforce that tournaments are held bi-weekly, to be done by the Churches and Taverns of our people.

I shall have the High Prophet reform our faith with my guidance and that of his peers, so that we may practice and utter the praise deserving of the Brathmordakin.

I shall review the Articles and with council of my peers have them legitimized, revised, and simplified for the common Dwarf.

I shall ensure that the councils are performing their duty. They are no longer an entity who bears a name to glorify themselves! But an entity deserving of its people.

And I promise this unto all, for each shall be achieved in stages and not in an empty promise much like those who have sat upon the throne.

 

THE REFORMATION IS UPON US! THE TIME OF DESOLATION NO LONGER!”

 

*Lowering the hand bearing his mask, Midgor lunges his fist further into the air as he strikes the heavens with the calloused knuckles upon his hand. In doing so, he barks of the crowd beckoning a solid response.*

 

“Dwarven Boys, make some noise!”

 

*A roar from confident few around him begins to echo throughout the city’s natural stone walls. Colliding with the rock as it swings to reach it’s amplified apex within the center of the city.*

 

“Aru! Aru!”, “Aru! Aru!”

 

*The shouts pierce the heavens, as thunder comes rolling from the sky and bolts of lightening signal the approval of the Dwarvish Gods.*

 

(( I am planning to come back as the King of the Dwarves. As you all know, I have been absent for quite some time. But this is not the first time I have done this! During early Asulon I was gone and refused to return. However, I can see that now is the time the Dwarves need me the most. So, if you are familiar with my previous Reign, you'll know I'm competent leader. ))

 

TL;DR

Third Son of Kjell has returned

Midgor (Kjell the Second) wishes to become King

Promises reformation of Society

Was dubbed the best former King, next to one of his successors Thorin Grandaxe.

[Fimlin 1997]

Fimlin runs his fingers through his firey forked beard, seeing many of his on thoughts, ideas and goals on there...

[Jachnun 566]

Nae Ognar fer King!

"Shut the **** up narcisistic prick." Says man. 

[Devland99 180]

((Nice speech, this is pulling a sheumgal))

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

Grogmar grunts, looking over to the bundle of stouts "Ib latz chuuze yur kyng bazed un bluud mi vill zhed id un yur wullz. Bluud nub meen skah, id ull zpyllz da zayum wey. Uzually ull da zayum kolor tuu." he shrugs trotting over to the nearest gym.. wherever that is..

[Lefty 1696]

Bastion Ireheart, nephew of Midgor, raises a mug to his uncles speech and will definitely have the Irehearts vote for him.

[Hiebe 2493]

Hiebe frowns at the one who claims to be the voice of the gods.

Da udders will luv ti ear of dis. Anudder Ireheart claiming greatness

[lukejes 55]

"Teh speech is convincing," Kwint says. "but teh title of 'emperor' as you say, seems, to me, to be lined wit' greed."

[Treshure 5818]

((You would be a good King. +1 from the internationals.))

Kyler Garnetbreaker, the first Beardmancer, raises his mug in the news.

"Competent King is teh' best King!"

[Dreek 1633]

Rax the Clanless nods his head at the dwarf's speach"Aye, return da Ire'earts, dey beh da onleh loyal uns heer, 'cept dat Onar boi, her 'e wus ah strongbrow befur tho."

[Fimlin 1997]

Fimlin nods in approval "MIDGOR FER KING!"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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