The Winds of Change

[Raomir 1855]

 

 

The throne room fell silent as news reached the the High Council. Kerwyr slumped in his chair, resting the weight of his head upon his closed hand.  A bleakness lingered within Jornheim’s hallowed halls, the foul taste of betrayal fresh upon the tongues of those that sat there.

 

Wulfstag stood, addressing the King:

“Yer majesty. T’eir ultimatum had no intention of resolution. T’ey simply deny our sovereign’y. Per’aps peace is never what they seeked.” 

 

He lingered for a moment, but Kerwyr stayed seated, collecting his thoughts.

 

“T’ey march on our lands, now. T’ey plan to butcher our customs.”

 

Cole D. Frostbeard roared, jumping from his seat.

 

The court began to unsettle, the halls for a long time had housed merriment and laughter but now echoed with the burden of dispute and disagreement.

 

“We shoul’ nae ‘ave let t’em killed establish a new foothold, we should’ve foreseen t’eir aggressions. T’ey turn t’eir sigh’s for our shores now.

 

Barradin said calmly, in contrast with the distressed hall.

 

“We will march for them first, too long ‘ave we waited for to draw swords - now is the ‘our we draw swords together.”

 

Many of the Dwarves began to silence, examining those around them. Brothers of the Stone, they had faced many adversities against from the troubles. The Dwarves in this hall had seen too many felled brothers and fathers, memories still raw. Their bickering came not from a disagreement, but from the mutual understanding that they did not want to see those faces around them disappear and not return to these halls.

 

They turned to their King, who remained slumped, staring idly at the foot of his throne. Gradually the Dwarf pushed himself out of his chair, slowly walking down to meet his brothers. He raised his head bestowing a reassuring gaze upon those around him.

 

“We will not endure the stagnation of stale Kings, those who hold office only to satisfy their lust for governance. The interests of dwarfkind lie with us, with progression and productivity in our conglomerate.

 

Rally the legions, we march upon them now - blood spilt will be just cause for an end to this war.”

 

Kerwyr placed a hand on the shoulder of Garrond as he walked past slowly:

 

“This story has been told before, they say we dwarves be cursed with greed, but dwarfkind is cursed only by age old hegemonic nepotists. For the blood we will spill, I am sorry -  but I sleep well knowing that the deaths of our brothers have been in defense of our ideals, and I would just as well give up my throne now than allow our way of life to be compromised. “

 

Kerwyr rests for a moment, turning back towards his throne and climbing the steps. Garrond steps forward once more, bowing his head to the King.

 

“T’ere is one I coul’ follow, t’ere is on I coul’ call King.”

 

The remaining Dwarves begin to follow suit, gathering in an arch around the base of the throne, bowing their heads as the King retakes his seat. He ushers them raise their stares as he speaks.

 

 

“The time of the Senate is over, the age of Kaz’Ulrah has begun.”

 

Roars erupt from the Grand Hall, the Dwarves showing each other a bittersweet embrace. King Kerwyr looks to his Consul, unmoved by the ruckus.

 

“So it begins.”

 

WARCLAIM

 

Tier Chosen: 1

 

Type of battle: Skirmish

 

Date And Time: 24th of June

 

Side A: Kingdom of Kaz’Ulrah and Allies

 

Side B: Dwarf Rebels and Allies

 

Location and boundaries:

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Terms of Victory

 

 

Upon Victory For...

 

Side A: Kaz’Ulrah can move on to a siege of Tal’Azmar

 

Side B: The Rebellion takes initiative and Kaz’Ulrah are unable to make a warclaim for two weeks.

 

 

Rules

-No girls

- All LoTC rules.

- No golden apples.

- No one day alts.

- If a side does not show they forfeit.

 

[Dreek 1633]

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