A Near Death, A Lord Resigns

[Daisy 9738]

*Onar Ireheart strides out of the palace solemnly, a sad look on his face. He gathers a group of dwarves in the town square.*

 

"Lads, tudeh ah lost ah duel on me 'onour. Dared bested me, 'n ah respect 'im for sparing me life.

 

Sadleh, ah can nae longer 'old dah 'onour of servin ye lads 'as Lord 'o Urguan. Ah 'earbeh resign 'as Lord. Ah reccomend Roggar tu replace me.

 

Ah will still 'old me position as Clan Faddah 'o dah Ire'earts. A 'ole sits in our clan wif Falent's deat'. Ah 'earbeh 'onour Bastion 'as clan elder tu fill it. I appoint meself as Clan Councilman fer me clan.

 

Ah also resign frum dah workforce, but will continue me work in dah Rememberancers 'as dah record keeper, master ov contract 'n law, 'n Grand Keeper 'o dah Articles. 'as Dumgrimm 'n Yememkar 'ave made it me fate tu lose, ah onleh 'ope Ograhad will still guide me in dah books.

 

Yemekar Akhoral da Dwedmar"

 

*He then walks off to his home, a lot on his mind.*

 

((Thanks for lettimg me serve you guys as Lord for these... eight months. It was great but, to be honest I was kind of getting bored of it. I hope I can do good work as Clan Father and a Rememberancer now that I don't have to deal with the Lord duties. Also thanks Nalatac for letting my cahracter live, I would have really missed Onar. Love ya.))

[DelaneyG 1279]

​Arthal Lowedge receives a report among the pile of all the other paperwork about the resignation of Onar.

 

The old man mutters something about it not being a true honor duel if someone doesn't end up dead.

He shrugs then, hoping that it'll be easier to achieve peace in these lands plagued with drought.

[Dtrik 330]

((I love it, Kowaman knows we will be having clan councils rather than lords appointed so he chooses the route that will have him end up as him in power again. Should have just killed him nalatac.))

[Josh3738 3137]

Lord Zahrer frowns from place on the barracks steps.

 

"Ye were a gud lurd whoile ye were 'ere meh frien'. T'ough at toimes ye were a bit crazeh it was neveh wit'out a purpose. Ah'll miss sittin next t' ye un th' council...but...ye will live un as lurd in memoreh t'rough th' usage uf our cake anvil. See ye lateh Onar. Weh'll take ye out fer ales tonoight."

[Arkelos 1027]

A large supply of ale reaches the Irehearts with a message

 

 

 

"Sorry to hear you lost your duel, glad to hear your alive though. Here is eight casks of my finest ale, drink with your kin. I do not forget how you helped out back in the days of Anthos with the Scions, so take this as a token of my respect.

 

-Regards, Head Scion Naeri"

[Fimlin 1997]

Fimlin's jaw drops "dat was unexpected.."

[Hiebe 2493]

((I love it, Kowaman knows we will be having clan councils rather than lords appointed so he chooses the route that will have him end up as him in power again. Should have just killed him nalatac.))

(Deal with it rply man)

Dwain was surprised in the fight. Onar who boasted so much was defeated by little Starbreaker.

[ThumperJack 927]

Norik shakes his head. "Well den, ah suppose Roggar beh deh new lord? If nae, den put ah Grandaxe dere, nae single Grandaxe on deh council." Norik goes back to his coffee.

[Greener 687]

Odin chuckles

 

"Ye got shreked Onar... very dishonourable!"

[SodaiKamikaze 652]

A notice is nailed to the message board of Kal'Arkon which reads as such.

 

"Dear all who decide to read this letter,

 

It brings me no  joy to have bested Onar in this useless fight,

erecting a great divide between me and him, but I will let it be known.

A Starbreaker does not start trouble, but they will finish it.

 

-Lord Chancellor,

Dared Starbreaker

 

[Caelria 2619]

Laureh'thill, somewhere within the screaming masses of Urugran's Dwarven commonplace, stands. His distinctively Elven robes and height of six and a half feet set him clearly apart from those who surround him. He makes brief, woeful eye contact with both parties before simply turning away.

 

"The Dwarven council divides, the blood of lords shed on the paved roads of Urugran. Who do these men rule but the legions? They do not compete for positions of governance, rather positions as generals. Dwarves are no longer smiths, miners, or armorers; I've yet to see a single Dwarven mine or forge-master practicing his trade. What is it that you fight for? Your armies stand divided, conquering nations and lands and leaving only rubble or unmanned walls. What do you fight for but the power and pride of these old men who have so long stood in the way of a king, a unification of lords, so as to maintain their power? In these dark times pacts are broken and the stalwart Dwarves of metal ally with the desert barbarians, the Orcs. Your lords spend more time wandering Alras than convening in their council chambers. The truth is that there is something terribly wrong with this nation."

 

And like that, he turns. Striding off to the Alrasian lift to live his life normally.

[Lefty 1696]

Laureh'thill, somewhere within the screaming masses of Urugran's Dwarven commonplace, stands. His distinctively Elven robes and height of six and a half feet set him clearly apart from those who surround him. He makes brief, woeful eye contact with both parties before simply turning away.

 

"The Dwarven council divides, the blood of lords shed on the paved roads of Urugran. Who do these men rule but the legions? They do not compete for positions of governance, rather positions as generals. Dwarves are no longer smiths, miners, or armorers; I've yet to see a single Dwarven mine or forge-master practicing his trade. What is it that you fight for? Your armies stand divided, conquering nations and lands and leaving only rubble or unmanned walls. What do you fight for but the power and pride of these old men who have so long stood in the way of a king, a unification of lords, so as to maintain their power? In these dark times pacts are broken and the stalwart Dwarves of metal ally with the desert barbarians, the Orcs. Your lords spend more time wandering Alras than convening in their council chambers. The truth is that there is something terribly wrong with this nation."

 

And like that, he turns. Striding off to the Alrasian lift to live his life normally.

Bastion turns and looks at Laureh'thill

 

"**** off."

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Laureh'thill, somewhere within the screaming masses of Urugran's Dwarven commonplace, stands. His distinctively Elven robes and height of six and a half feet set him clearly apart from those who surround him. He makes brief, woeful eye contact with both parties before simply turning away.

 

"The Dwarven council divides, the blood of lords shed on the paved roads of Urugran. Who do these men rule but the legions? They do not compete for positions of governance, rather positions as generals. Dwarves are no longer smiths, miners, or armorers; I've yet to see a single Dwarven mine or forge-master practicing his trade. What is it that you fight for? Your armies stand divided, conquering nations and lands and leaving only rubble or unmanned walls. What do you fight for but the power and pride of these old men who have so long stood in the way of a king, a unification of lords, so as to maintain their power? In these dark times pacts are broken and the stalwart Dwarves of metal ally with the desert barbarians, the Orcs. Your lords spend more time wandering Alras than convening in their council chambers. The truth is that there is something terribly wrong with this nation."

 

And like that, he turns. Striding off to the Alrasian lift to live his life normally.

 

Bowman scratches his bored ass, having no work given to him. Regardless, he draws plans for some Golem Industries thing, which he plans to smith out

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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