A New Age: The Hearth

[Dreek 1633]

 

A New Age: The Hearth

(Translated to Common for a more complete understanding.)

 

Gathered in the plaza, the Minister of Culture had called his people to order. Eyes turned to the stage, as Drynn strode his way confidently to its center, resting his hands on the shortened podium. Looking over the crowd, he offered a warm smile to his kin before beginning  his speech.

 

“We are stuck in stagnation brothers and sisters, and both as your Culture Minister and as your kinsman, I plan to change that. I will bring about a New Age, and the death of an Old. My kinsmen, where are we now? Look at our taverns, our markets, and gaze upon our streets. Where are you? Where are we as a people? I’ll let you know, gone. Dispersed, and disappearing quickly. Our people, both new and old, come to our city and gaze upon its grand architecture, it’s warming glow, and the riches lining the walls of our cavern. What do they not see though? Dwarves! Our streets lay barren, our market stalls empty, and our tavern free of revelry. Instead what do we have? A military focused society. Perfectly acceptable, given our past wars. Yet, even there, where are our troops, where are our officers? Our legion does not patrol the city and hold frequent drills. Even in our chosen area we are lax.”

 

Taking a breath, Drynn takes a moment to gauge the crowd’s reaction. Satisfied, he continues.

 

“Look at our Brathmordakin, where is our society supposed to be focused? The whole lot! Yet what do I see? Our society focuses its attention almost entirely on Dungrimm, with lesser influences from Armakak and Yemekar. Where do we honor Anabella? Where do we honor Belka? What of Ograhad? The city needs new life, and a sustained presence of Dwed. Our priests must hold their services to honor all of the Brathmordakin, our taverns should be filled with revelry to honor Belka. And Anabella? We must retire from our intense focus on the military, and revive the Dwarven Hearth. The Dwed family is long gone, rarely do you see the common Dwed milling about the city talking with one another, drinking in the tavern together, or haggling with a merchant. The hustle and bustle of the Dwed city must return.”

 

Taking a look at the gathered Dwed, Drynn offers a sigh.

 

Kinsmen, how many of you are veterans of many a stone year? I’d offer that the vast majority of you are. If nothing else, what will come when you retire and give up your active stance in society? What comes next? New citizens rarely stick around long, and our population only decreases. The Grand Kingdom has relied on allies and mercenaries to maintain itself in the past stone year. I remember my father telling me of an age when the Kingdom could stand on it’s own two feet, maintaining both a bustling city and a feared military force. We must, as a people, strive to this goal. The retention of new citizens is a paramount objective in the completion of this.

 

Now, do not take me for simply a visionary, I have brought my own ideas to the table. First, we need our priests to return and begin sermons every stone day, or every two stone days. Next, I plan to open up clearer lines of communication with our tavern owners, to hire a more employees and entertainers so we may create a livelier environment. Following this, a formal calendar of the 12 stone months per stone year shall be drawn up, and dotted with festivals and holidays for celebration. These simply mark a beginning, and I implore my kinsmen to bring themselves forward with suggestions.

 

Glancing over at the King, Drynn offers Kardel a nod.

 

While I say this, I offer nothing but respect to our King and his government, for he himself has seen reason  in my words. This is a goal we must all work together to fulfill. The repopulation of our Grand Kingdom, and the return to the hustle and bustle that filled our cities of old.

 

Stepping back, Drynn prepares to gauge the reaction of the crowd.

[Naj 545]

"An interesting' perspective, one which I do not necessarily disagree with"

Says Jorik from the crowd.

[Crowbill 493]

"Aye aye, if Algodah wus ever he'd preach about Wyrvun but 'es away, but ah see 'is point. Our kindgom es becomin ah bit dull, suh whoi nut spark it up!" Hellio loudly talks to Vidar, poking his ribs slightly.

 

A peculiar fellow is seen walking around the lands of Urguan, his hands covered not in dust but in fine white powder with small clumps of dough that he didn't hear, but as he hears murmurs in the news of progress, he exclaims "Yeh yeh, toime tuh bake sum poies!"

[Hiebe 2493]

Dwain agree as he spends much time within the mines away from his kin and city.  He hopes that the inactive leaders would step down and away so that new blood can take up the spots and bring in a new fresh taste and knowlege for the dwarves.

[Beamon4 1690]

"It beh true weh do need officers an' legionaries an' activity but I dun' exactly agree wit' it. Dimlin mutters from the crowd

[Serf 647]

An old robed dwarf who is covered in robes, and sports a blindfold that covers his eyes stands limp, his heard hanging upward toward the voice of the dwarf who speaks.

 

"Well it woold be great if t'ere was feckin' dwed in tae capital city, an' nae feckin' off in some distant mountain keep, 'ur somethin'. Regardless, it surprises me t'at t'ere is a push fer such a t'ing, an' tae buildin' 'o 'ur culture when I; several some years ago pushed fer tae same exact t'ing when 'ur cultureless, an' godless kin were busy throwin' each other to tae slaughterin' machine known as Oren. Tis almost brings a tear to me eyes if I 'ad any."

[Bobby123 115]

Sharr walks up to Drynn, he turns and speaks to him "Em offer meh services t' preach 'bout t' aspects, as t' ex high profit em feel able t' start off dis process"

[Aengoth 2890]

Aengoth goes into a spastic rage at the lack of mentioning Grimdugan.

[Dreek 1633]

Just now, Aengoth said:

Aengoth goes into a spastic rage at the lack of mentioning Grimdugan.

Drynn offers a warm smile down at the frothing Dwed, "Dunae worreh lad, ah dinae ferget aboot Grimdugan. Oor old Foremand Fili 'onors Grimdugan vigilentleh wehn 'e wus Foreman.

[KarmaDelta 969]

An unrecognizable Dwarf traveling across the lands would open his strange and mutated maw as this news whispers through the wind,

"A False. Age. Only. New Age. Is...", he stops for a moment, wheezing.

 

"Khorvaaad.", he says as his final word trails off.

 

He would continue to hobble around, as if drunk. His mission yet to be finished.

[Dtrik 330]

Clan Father Dangren Starbreaker lowers The Kazraden, ancient book of the Starbreaker forefathers. Hearing word of the dwedmar speaking the truth of the over abundance of prayer to one god. He begins writing out the wrong doings of his past clan members and posts it. "One member shall not be praised more than the other. Faith, faith is all we have."

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