The First King of Agnarum's Speech.

[Fimlin 1997]

 

 

Following the Council meeting in Agnarum Fimlin wrapped his aged and callused hands around the edges of the podium before him, and with a snort-like grunt he cleared his throat to speak;

 

“What does ah King mean,

If yer ask me, it means onleh wot ye make it. Teh toitle of King ‘as been shared by warmongers, gold-seekers, leaders an’ followers aloike. An’ wit nothin behind it, King is jus’ ah hollow toitle wit’ ah hollow throne, an’ hollow thrones make hollow Kingdoms.”

 

“Ah don’t care about teh toitle ‘King’, when ahm asked who I am ah will respond “I am Fimlin Grandaxe.” Nae “I am the King of the Dwarves”.  Ah was ah Grand King once, an’ ah will never betray w’o ah am fer that toitle again. Ah King that doesnae know wot’ ‘ey is there for, stands for, cannae stand against anehthin. An’ tha’ is what ‘appened when ah was Grand King, our Kingdom was overrun by teh Ironborn invasion. Ah failed teh dwedmar an’ ah will regre’ tha’ until mah dying day. After that, ah swore to mehself never to do tha’ again an’ to never seek out Kingship.”

 

“Ah learned from mah failures in me yout’, ah’ve learned wot it really means to lead dwed. An’ when teh toime came, when Urguan was losin’ its way, an’ the Grandaxes were divoided ah walked away. I’ve ignored my destiny once, an’ ah will not do so again. Ah accept the responsibiliteh that is to lead the dwarves, ah will not shy away from it, Kingship is nae wot ah want, but the duty that ‘as fallen to me. All ah can ask of ye younger lads today is to strive to be the dwed ye’d want yer King to be.”

 

“Ah know wot its loike to lose, to be uprooted wit’ everehthin’ that tied ye to this world cast away. Wit’ that, ah’ve learned wot really matters in t’is world, wot matters to me. An’ wit’ that ah am prepared to make the sacrifices necessary to keep wot matters aloive.”

 

“Ah care deeply fer meh clan, an’ kin, an’ I have given tha’ up before to keep the foire of the dwedmar aloive, an’ would do so again if ah had to. Because tha’ is wot ah care about, it is the foire, teh spirit of the Dwarves tha’ matters most to meh in this world.”

 

“The Spirit of teh Dwarves is to look after each other, to ‘ave another dwed’s back nae matter wot we face. It is to fierce resistance against ‘aving our flame be snuffed out, an’ the will’ness to risk tha’ for the survival of our world. T’ose who dunnae embody t’is spirit, dunnae deserve its benefits, because by turn’n t’eir backs on it t’ey turn their backs on their dwarven kin.”

 

“‘Ah will live to keep t’is spirit aloive, an ye can choose to do the same, to ignore it, or to go against it. Whatever ye choose, Yemekar guide you.”

[Burnsy 437]

”Narvak oz Fimlin!”
“Narvak oz Agnarum!”
Ulhart shouts upon the conclusion of the speech.

[Raomir 1855]

“Yeh were alreadeh King once. Power hungreh Urguanite – always teh same. Let teh new dwedmar rule! If yeh truleh ‘ad honor yeh would recuse yerself to an advisory role.”

Nerak Frostbeard would mutter as he shakes his head in disgust.

[J33xt101 316]

Nae words a' can speak can express t'e truth and honor ye' 'ave, truly te' wisest among t'e dwed! All Hail Fimlin! 

[Burnsy 437]

Just now, Raomir said:

“Yeh were alreadeh King once. Power hungreh Urguanite – always teh same. Let teh new dwedmar rule!”

Nerak Frostbeard would mutter as he shakes his head in disgust.

”It was teh new dwed who nominated ‘im n’ voted ‘im in yeh dense shoite.”

[Auriel_ 652]

“Atleast you’re not killing off your race like Kaz’ulrah.”

[Legoboy7984 3155]

Agnar Ireheart would smirk before shouting

NARVOK OZ FIMLIN!

NARVOK OZ AGNARUM!

 

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3 minutes ago, Auriel_ said:

“Atleast you’re not killing off your race like Kaz’ulrah.”

 

“You say nothing but the truth.”

[Beyonce4Pres 57]

Abdul would look upon this and mutter out “The dwarven race splits more and more”

 

 

 

jfc take my posts down LOL 

[Josh3738 3137]

The old dwed hears the news from one of the Az’Arkammar.

 

”Guud luck lad. Ah pray t’is is th’ firs’ step in reunification.”

 

He glances up from the note to the soldier once more with a knowing smile as he gives the order to make travel plans.

[lucasking321 124]

Narvak oz Fimlin!

Narvak oz Agnarum!

[z3m0s 1957]

“And so it begins” grumbled an old dwarf from the back of the crowd, nodding as he watched Fimlin take the stands “Narvok oz Fimlin. . . Maybe he reunite us all for the good of dwed kind”

[Miss_Confined 273]

Lovingly, Brynaelda stared up towards Fimlin, who was much like a second father. The bard gave a few joyful strums of her lute. Her green gaze shimmered with warmth and appreciation as she was engulfed in the revelry. Fimlin would make a great king, he had been elected by his people. She was proud, certainly. A small strike of doubt in herself, however, rooted in her bleeding heart. All Brynaelda could hope is that she could make Fimlin, and her family, proud. 

[D3F4LT 1026]

NARVAK OZ FIMLIN!

NARVAK OZ AGNARUM!

[Garrond 249]

Garrond would be confused “So ye left and traded in a king for another king, Well played Fimlin, it seems to have paid off”

[Pancakehz 2279]

Gror focuses on the bigger picture.