The Ire's Fall

[sneakybandit 1650]

Darek lights a small candle for the king

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

Donovan Ruric sits upon the Krag's High Throne as he ponders the death of Grand King Bastion when he finally receives the news "The Grand King was as much of a foe to myself as he was a puppet of his own people." he slouches into the throne leaning his head onto his palms "During our encounter in Courland, he himself suggested that the bloody war ended but wos suppressed by the council of his own people. They have Bastion's blood on their hands as much as it is on mine, but the cycle of life and death throughout this war had put the Norlandic people in a dreadful situation. It was either myself or the Grand King."

 

(OOC: Believe it or not all the role-play that went into this war was more than I could have ever asked for. In my opinion, you did a great job at handling the position of Grand King and it's unfortunate that it went down this route . Even though it was irritating at times, I enjoyed the negotiations and role-play that occurred between Bastion and Donovan. You are a very capable person and i'd like to see your future characters and role-play developments. Thank you for providing myself and Norland one of the best wars we have seen on the server in a long time.)

[Guest Guest]

Morug sat atop a snowy peak, his frozen beard weighing him down into a hunch. He warmed himself before a fire as a figure slowly appeared from the white fog of the snowstorm. Kilgrim greeted him with a nod having returned from the closest village with some suprising news. After hearing of the Grand King's death, Morug closed his eyes in prayer and began to speak words to the gods.

 

"We often fight hellish monsters from the realms of Khorvad who bring fear into the hearts of our people but they do not match the horrifying demons that rest in the mind of a broken man. Although I often clashed with his decisions, the man ruled with his heart and truly wanted the best for his people. I will not weep for his downfalls. I will celebrate and smile for his triumphs. I will laugh and cheer as Dungrimm carries his soul into the mighty of halls of Khaz'A'Dentrumm. Narvak oz Bastion Ireheart."

 

 

[Ixli 1472]

An elf shopping in the market's of the Dwarves would hear the screaming of the death of the Grand King. He would pack up all his goods and run.

 

"IT WASN'T ME!"  he would continuously shout on his way to his Donkey.

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

Present as his Nephew's wake Midgor stumbled into the room blindingly drunk as he approached the dais bearing the Grand King's body upon it. Collapsing onto his knees his eyes well of with tears as the proud warrior and hunter of many beings began to cry with a familial passion. "M'boy! M'boy!" He whimpered as he drenched the stone with his salty tears. "Y'fockin' killed 'em, y'bludeh killed 'em y'bastards!" He shouted, turning to those who were present as his fist would beat against the bear chest of the corpse before him. "Y'fockin' bastards didnae 'elp 'im! 'E fought an' ruled fer ye loike a troie blood of da Paragon Kjell an' y'sheggits didnae 'elp! Da war wus a wish by ye an' a curse ter mah Nephew, may Dungrimm guide 'is soul ter da 'alls ov Khaz'A'Dentrumm wi'f me pa!" Having finished his tirade he goes to stand, digging into his beard as he pulls forth a stray ladder before tossing it aside. Finding his prize he pulls forth the proud Laurels of his own near-suicidal reign before resting them upon Bastion's head, "Le' 'im be forevah d'prince ov da Empoire ov Urguan in dea'f! Da prince w'o 'ad d'world in 'is 'ands onleh t'be snuffed away by a weakness in 'is people! Anart Ok Haritz!" He proclaimed to the gathering.

[Quirkyls 484]

Mi iz zad. Says Othmgakh'Gorkil

[TEEbrown 348]

"Truely one of th' greats. Ah've seen many a dwarf king 'nd ah can say dat this one fought 'ard fer th' kingdom that he loved."

 

[Seriously though, this guy's got dedication.]

[MissToni 3565]

Valia Frostbeard would be walking up towards the road of Kal'Omith to see why there was a crowd. Though as she walked past the sorrowed crowd her eyes fell upon a lifeless body. Her father. A heartbroken scream could be heard throughout the mountain halls as she ran towards Bastion's body. Her small hands clutching around him as she started shaking and embracing him in a hug as tears ran down her cheek.

 

"Nae, come back fat'er please... Yeh are nae dead! Yeh are nae dead! Yeh are just sleepin', riote?! Riote?! YEH ARE JUST SLEEPIN'!" 

 

Valia cried while holding her father's body firmly and never letting go. Her mind not wanting to believe she had now lost her last parent. Her screams of agony and pain uttered around as every dwed close would hear her heart breaking. She had lost her mother... and now her father...

 

[Mavromino 514]

Crevin Starbreaker wonders if the war with Noodleland will continue. Because he doesn't fancy having his head kicked in trying to assault the Krag.

[ShIXDirce 1]

Gaius was having a meeting with the other members of Fort Veritas force when he heard a desperate voice in the distance. "Unauspicious times are coming! The Gods are no longer with us!" was shouting an harbinger, spitting out all his voice. Everyone in the fort ceased his activity and went on the walls. They all saw the man covered with sweat and dust, thirsty and weak, as if he was bringing such a sad new that his life had lost every meaning. 
The gate was opened and the guards surrounded the guest forming a circle around him, as they were trained to do. Shoving the guards, Gaius, followed by Maximus, made his way through the narrow soldiers formation and stopped in front of the man. "Bring him some water, don't you see he is dying for you?" is what he said. After having thanked, the messanger began: "My Lords, Maximus, Jarl of fort Veritas, and Gaius, I have an unfortunate message to bring you, the worst I have ever carried and the more miserable my ears have ever heard". "Speak! Now! for God's sake, speak!" Maximus blurted back in anger. "Aye, I won't let you wait any more - he gave a sigh - Well, the King, the king is Dead". Gaius fell in a sombre silence, while everyone was talking loudly. The anxiety could be felt in the air all around the desert that the maniple of men had been defending for all Bastion 's Kingdom. Suddenly Gaius spoke, interrupting the others, he said slowly and quietly:"The King is dead, long live the king. We can't be glum for what happened, we don't have the time, but we must honour the king by making the reign shine like when he was alive." then he repeated but aloud "The king is dead, long live the king!".

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum salutes.

 

[TJBMinecraft 821]

Throri "Warmheart" Frostbeard is asleep in his chambers in Jornheim, the clan hall of the Frostbeards in the north, until a a loud knock is hit on his door.

 

Throri rushes to put on his Bear Guard uniform and opens the door.

 

"Wot tis it laddie" Throri says, annoyed that he got woken up from his sleep.

 

The Ireheart messenger, out of breath replies "Teh Grand King Bastion Ire'eart is dead"

 

"WOT! Tis not true teh King can't be dead" screams Throri in anger, not believing a word the messenger said.

 

"Aye tis true, Bastion Ire'eart is dead" the messenger said flinching as Throri screams.

 

Throri walks closer to the Messenger and says "If yer are lyin' to me laddie, i will cut off yer ears and blood eagle ya, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!"

 

The frightened messenger then stutters his words out "Yes...sir...i'm tellin' teh truth"

 

"Ya may leave" Throri says, wondering what to do

 

The frightened messenger runs off out of Jornheim with his tail between his legs

 

A couple of minutes pass until Throri makes his decision. Throri quickly jumps up and puts his sword in its sheath and puts his axe "Oathkeeper" in its axe loop, he then starts to stride out of Jornheim and mounts his noble stead.

 

Throri rides his horse as fast as it could until he reached the great city of Urguan, Kal'Omith, he quickly jumps off of his horse and starts to stride through the gates.

 

He stops!

 

A crowd surrounds one part of the city.

 

Throri starts to walk over to the crowd, wondering if this is were the Grand King Died.

 

Throri asks teh nearest dwed next to him Thond Doomforge what had happened "Ser, wot 'as 'appened 'ere"

 

Thond Doomforge replies with a worried look on his face "Teh King is dead laddie"

 

"Nay, it can't be" Throri replies pushing past the crowd to see if it was true.

 

It was true, the crippled broken body of the Grand King was lying on the floor, with a splatter of blood around his lifeless body, around there were Dwarf Legionnaires barking orders trying to surround the perimeter and to make sure the Kings crown was safe.

 

Throri drops to the ground and starts to cry, seeing one of his friends dead, right before his eyes, "Why, why did this have to happen"

 

[PraiseTheLord 868]

"Thiz kannot be, that king did nub flat 'imzelf, someazh puzhed 'im. He was nub weak willed." Said Hazurk"Raguk, never meeting the King; yet knowing his honor.

[herculean_wud 3662]

@Charles The Bald please put on mixtape thanks))

 

Kuntklobbera isn't the slightest bothered.

[Skippy 2466]

A large tasks bears down on Thorgran as he's forcefully removed from the capital by the Frostbeard rebels. So much has happened in the past few days, yet there was no time to get upset about it.

 

"Ah will see ye again, Bastion. Yemekar created one hell ov a dwarf, ye will go by quick at de auction me friend," he said as he made his way to build up Red Urguans Workers Party.