Devotion, In The Face Of Hopelessness

[Hobolympic 1093]

The night grows colder as the horns of Kal'Karaad sound in the deep. The news quickly spread throughout the extensive subterranean capital of the dwarves, that a new Grand King has been elected by the Senate of Hammers. As more and more people gather in the square, Balek the First Irongut, son of Thrag, son of Hiebe, climbs up on a nearby crate, leaning on to his staff as he scours the masses. Grandaxes, Ironguts, Irehearts, Doomforge, many had come to watch Balek speak about the future of their nation. Balek bites his teeth together as he raises a hand firmly, holding it up in front of him to silence the masses. Muttering turns to quiet breaths of air as they all look to Balek. The new King scratches his chin as he clears his throat.

 

((Translated into common, for an easier read))

 

 

"There was a time back in the old days, when I wandered the halls of Kal'Karik as a young beardling. A time I remember well, a time of peace and prosperity. Our nation was merry back then. Laughter filled the streets, the scent of freshly baked bread, and thick smoke rising to the ceiling as the great forges burnt with ire day in and day out. A time of craftsmanship, of wealth as far as the eye could see, not just in precious gems and ore, but in the very faces of the people. I remember I was happy then, at peace.

 

Why do I tell you this, fellow brothers? Why do we reminiscent the past, and dream of the old, golden age? Is it because we long for what we had before? Indeed. It all seemed so... simple. Perfect.

 

Today, I have been elected as the new Grand King of Urguan, by the senate of Hammers. By you, the clans of our great Father. And yet, I feel not a pride in my heart, no excitement, no joy. I feel grief. My heart goes out, not only to those we have recently lost in battle, not only to Grand King Hodir Doomforge, whom fought bravely to defend the navy of this Kingdom, no. It goes to my fellow Dwedmar, and the whole of our nation. It has become appallingly obvious to me, that we many of us have lost our fervor. Where is the old fire that burnt with fury in every heart of this populace? Where is the dedication and commitment so many of us held before? Now it seems we are truly lost.

 

We stand at a crossroad now. War is tearing this society apart, and while occasional victories may warm our hearts, they do not mend our wounds. Our economy lies crippled, and our capital drained, and this war only makes it worse. And still, even now, we do nothing but think back to the old days. "Everything was so much better back then..."

 

Let me give you a wake up call, sons of Urguan. The past is gone. The now, is happening this very moment. No words or thoughts can bring back that which you cherished, but actions, and stone hard devotion in the face of hopelessness can. What comes, goes, and while it may be true that we never  will return to the the good old times, we should, with strength and dedication, do whatever is in our power, to do what we can in sculpting a future worth living for.

 

I will ask you all, not as Grand King, not as Irongut, and not as Cave Dwarf, but as a fellow Dwed, to assist me, and each other, to help shape the future of our nation, and reclaim our rightful prosperity! Guilds shall be restored, and wealth shall once more flood our great Kingdom. Our Legions will rise again, and echo throughout the history of this world. Take this last chance of redemption in the face of our Gods, and hold it close to your heart. Know that every strike with that hammer, or every word written in that book, or every single one of the shiniest jewelry forged, you helped our Grand Nation back on its feet again!

 

OOC:

Yepp, it's that time of the month again, a new king. Seeing as I was the only candidate, well... let's have a shot at this. Stay tuned for upcoming changes (hopefully tomorrow)!

[KarmaDelta 969]

"Ah t'ough some'un was gonnae nomina'e meh. Fawken loyrs, et would have been fun tah run 'leas'."

 

Lilum says under his breath as he hears the news of his fellow clan mate Balek's speech.

 

"Eh, 'slong as weh 'leas' ge' ou'a King tuh build 'gain 'nd finish 'is previous dutehs, ahm foine. Le's 'ope 'e nae doys o' leaves loike al ove t'e ot'a pansehs. Ef 'e does, jus' make meh Gran' King 'nd ahll turn t'is place intah ah fawken pahteh zone, nae war will neh 'ad 'nd weh ge' all t'e green 'nd shite. Oh yeh, 'nd mo' diggin tuh, ah remembah alwehs talkin' 'bou' t'a'."

 

Lilum laughs in the little rumpa room on the second floor of the tavern, relaxing with a quick dank break. As he calls for a drink from below and holds it in his hands, he raises the mug,

 

"Live long 'nd prospah Balek, nae randomleh doy. A'leas' give us yer promises loike ah real Dwed 'nd nae fawken leave loike ah fawken pusseh."

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

"Get us out'o t'is war Balek" says Bowman, waving an wooden and iron cane around.

[Hiebe 2493]

The spirit of Hiebe looks down upon his grandson ans wishes him luck.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol claps, a small smile on his face, and he slowly trudges off.  

[James 425]

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