A Second Meeting

[Josh3738 3137]

12th of Malin’s Welcome, 1501

 

The hall slowly began to fill as the Order began to take their seats. As it had happened six years prior, and to the confusion of the assembled, Zahrer slowly paced into the room flanked on either side by his kin. Making his way to the center, he muttered a quick prayer before turning to the gathered Dwedmar.

 

 

((Normal Speech))

"Good evening lads and lasses. It is a pleasure to once more meet with such fine and honorable Dwed. Some of you may ask why I am here. Or how I am here. I will explain.

Six years ago we met and forged a plan to retake Khaz'Urguan and it quickly became apparent that our friends would rather follow the Doomforged King and the council of the dishonored. Seeing this, as many of you know, I withheld the Crown and Armor of Urguan so that it would not fall into the hands of that Lord's Council. I boarded my flagship and sailed into the West seas with my close family and many of you, as I now understand it, also fled the downfall of the nation. But I never left. At least not in the way that you think. I was always watching, my friends. Watching... Waiting... When it became apparent that this Doomforged King was far more honorable and trustworthy than those whom we left behind, even going as far as to throw out the Lord's Council, I endeavored to return and made to present him with the relics. And return I did. Yet I was too late. As my landing craft hit the beach on the Southern shores, my feet were knocked from underneath me by the explosions of the remainder of my fleet."

He pauses, a look of anger and sorrow dominating his features as he attempts to gather himself. Clearing his throat he looks up to those around him before beginning once more.

"I watched in silent horror as the Doomforged King sank beneath the waves. As my kin and my friends fled from the shores or were dragged off to the Cloud Temple. As my ships exploded in flames and fell to the bottom of the bay. And I clutched the relics to my chest, fleeing to this place where we now meet. And I remained silent, waiting again, measuring the worth of Urguan's kin. They elected Balek to the throne. An honorable choice in most respects, though he is praised for much that the previous kings had done. And now I learn of the forced conscription of the Dwedmar into the legion. The fall of Hiebenhall. The continued war with our friends in Oren! Through my eyes I have seen and made my decision. I shall withhold the gifts of our forefather. Not until he proves himself further. And to further my resolve, with the council of my fellow members of the Order, I have decided that we shall offer up our halls to all those who flee the conscription of the Grand Kingdom and the needless war with Oren."

 

The hall falls silent as those around nod and speak their agreement to his words. He bows his head to those gathered and they follow suit before he turns. One by one they file from the hall, whether back to their respective portions of the city or to the outside world to find those fleeing the war.

 

[CptShoelace 137]

Tog stands in the crowd shocked that his brother had returned and returns to his study where he contemplates what Zahrer said

[Cpt_Noobman 1954]

"Fawk yeh, yeh little bastard! Yeh make yerself out teh be a heroe, bu' yer nothing but a coward, and a thief! You only work for your own glory, and would rather watch yer kin die then step in to aid them in deir time o' need! Rather than offer an escape, aid us in our troubles! Yeh care not fer us! Yeh care not fer Urguan! Ah trusted yeh! Yeh were meh friend... Bu' now ah see yeh fer 'ow yeh really are" Fili shouts in a rant as he hears the news

[Skippy 2466]

Skippy shakes his head to the misguides crazy words of an old King. He then speaks up "How is it our fault that the war is still going on? Hiebenhall and Kal'Bogrin (void Kal'Bogrin if it isn't true in RP, it's what I heard) are now Oren's. And now they seek more of our land: our mountains. They are conquerors, blinded by power. And you want us to simply take it? Who are ye ta call yerself a King ov Urguan? Who are ya ta t'ink ov yerself higher den Balek? Come te yer senses!"

[Fimlin 1997]

"w'o is dis crazed dwarf w'o lies and attempts at devoide de dwarves so 'ey can beh King again? Complain' about ah war dat 'ey started an' says dat Balek is nae wortheh!? W'o are ye Ya make judgements ye filtheh screw-up, Ah am as'amed to 'ave unce tolerated yer existence."

[Dreek 1633]

Thryn shakes his head, laughing to himself almost bemused at the notion this Dwarf takes, "It seems the old so called heroes of the past all threw themselves under the cape of Orenia, looking to divide and weaken their own people. It's truly pitiful when a king's nationalist feelings for his nation are so squashed by a foreign power. A word of advise, 'noble king', lower your head, but don't extinguish your kin's fire."

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

"Ah swear, yeh kids foite more t'en fuckin' roosters over a chicken"

[KarmaDelta 969]

Lilum sits around in the Igor tavern, listening everyone rabble.

 

"Seems loike t'is "King" forge's t'ah 'e was onleh made King cause ove ah fawken coin toss. T'as nae ah basis fur 'im tuh act loike ah fawken prick. Ah feel loike yer jus' bein' stark 'nd should beh pu' intah teh arena suh weh can measure yer true worf. Yeh fawken caused all ove t'is, yeh fawken caused ah war tuh, yeh cannae blame Balek fur troyin' tuh fawken finish wot yeh stahted. Nuh et seems loike yeh 'ave some grand mastah plan t'ah mus' make yeh feel as special as t'ah Loreh Oat'cas'. Et'll nae work fo' yeh, suh come back 'nd face yer kin loike ah real Dwed, wiff w'atevah real 'onah yeh 'ave lef' 'nd fawken foigh' fur teh land t'ah yeh were ah King ove. Yeh fawken twit."

 

He then continues his drink.

[Gnomistry 1115]

Beros chuckles "Za'er yer a fine Dwed but ah got te say yer fawkin' left dis kingdom te rot, et's 'cause 'o yeh weh got al des problems. At least de Doomforged Rulah restored us te a bettah toime, yer nay 'ero stop."

[Rhewen 361]

"Yeh wot ma'e! Yeh wif'old teh heirlooms o' oor' people! Jus' because yer nae as gud eh keng as Balek wus! I 'ad t'ough' yeh eh grea' dwed, an' 'onorable lad o' grea' stature... Bu' ah wos wrung! Yeh steal teh kengdoms mos' treasured relics an' stay be'oind yer grea' doors, loik eh coward! Afteh weh bea' duwn oren, Ah wouldnae beh su suproised tuh see eh armeh o' angreh dwed marchin' un yer ga'es!"

[James 425]

Grungron leans back in his study within Avalon, giving a large frown upon the news of Zahrer from his kin. "Looks loike 'e was a 'eretic after all, can nay believe I uncorrupted da armor ov Urguan fir it tu be 'eld by 'n traitor tu da Kingdom un I say dat as un w'o 'as left da Kingdom myself, t'oug' fir gud reasons. Nevert'eless, politics are corrupt wit' da Dwarves 'n will ruin da Kingdom unce more wit' an upstart loike dis. Unless Zahrer 'as truly turned 'is back un da Brathmordakin, 'e will nay 'old da artifacts fir long, da enc'antments will probableh fade in toime aneway wit' out maintenance un da crown from Blundermore loike da past 'as s'own."

[chaotikal 2392]

"Da fok mayte ye wanna go? get shreckt"

[Hiebe 2493]

Dwain has a outcry.

"Corrupt scum. Ye doshonor Urguans armor, separate our blood and spread lies. Ye shall never see the rightious afterlife. Shame to you, shame.

Tis funny comin frum a circle jerk Lord."

(This is perfect, we can finally kill off thr worthless circle jerk)

[Ioannis 1480]

Ioannis looks at Zahrer and spits on the ground 

 

"Dividing our population in a time of crisis? A true King would unite his people and fight but never offer cowards a place to flee. Thats not the glorious Zahrer i once knew"

[Lita 677]

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