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Announcement From The Lord's Council

 

A message would be sent throughout the entirety of the Kingdom. Drums and trumpets would be at full blast, their sounds reverberating within Kal'Karaad. Large beacons are lit throughout the Kingdom, signifying the end of the elections.

 

Lord Uldar Irongut exited the Lord's Council chamber, moving to the center of the capital. He waited as the Dwarves slowly began to form a crowd, hushed whispers filling them as they awaited his words. Uldar looked upon their faces, and then began to speak.

 

"After several stone days of voting, the result of election has been determined. It is the will of the Dwedmar that Hodir Doomforge ascends to the position of Grand King. May his reign be long and his wisdom guide us through the hard times ahead.

 

Narvak oz Urguan."

 

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"All hail king Hodir! Urir watches over yer step!"

Dormin exclaimed, happily drinking for his Father's naming.

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*Vulkin begins Listening to the results carefully and hears Hodir's name Announced and cheers loudly to celebrate his Rise as Grand King*

"Well Done Hodir, Now lets see ye lead us and teh Kingdom tuh Glory so all shall see teh greatness of teh Dwarves once again!"

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Franz nods slowly at the news "Hopefully he will come to sense with our terms.." He then throws the piece of paper which bore the news into the fire.

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As he sharpens his blade from with his workshop, a fellow mercenary brings down a letter to Thryn, allowing him to see the news that had arrived. Nodding to himself, Thryn displayed a pleased expression as he read what his friend Hodir had accomplished. Before going back to work, Thryn made note to pay visit to his friend prior to the coronation.

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Vierna slung a pack over her back as she got the news "Well, better a time than any."

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Demagol grins, rubbing his face "Hodir, ye neveh cease tu' amaze me."

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"Narvak oz da Dorkadrel!, hail oz da new Thrummaz!" 

Barundin yelled as he raised a pint of ale to his uncle's crowing.

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"Hopefully he understands how unhealthy treachery towards the humans is. His kingdom may depend on it."

 

Publius Bracchus reads sets down the sheet informing him of the government's shuffle, rubbing his eyes before setting back into the city. He ensures that the Dwarves in Petrus are not discriminated against for any affiliation with the Kingdom of Uruguan... For the time being.

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

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