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Terms of Pardoning of Balrog Khazad Dreng


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-= Terms of Pardoning =-

 

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To Balrog ‘Khazad Dreng’

 

After reviewing the pleas against your banishment, it is seems you are somewhat repentant for your transgressions, and thus I offer you one last chance to follow a better path to redemption. To be pardoned of your banishment and welcomed once more as kin into our halls, the following terms must be met.

 

  1.  The hold of Mynebor must be sealed and abandoned, the land it is built upon must be returned to its rightful owners, the Consulary Republic of Holm who have suffered much from it’s unlawful construction.

 

  1.   Balrog must return to Agnarum and swear an oath of allegiance to the Kingdom so that he may be bound from committing further misdeeds. Any other attempts to establish holds or other divisive settlements must be approved by the King.

 

  1.   Any association with Ironborn or other banished Dwarves must cease, this includes renouncing any ties with the Frostbeard Clan. Any slaves that are being held within the walls of Mynebor must be freed.

 

  1.  The debt declared by the clergy must be agreed to be paid for Balrogs absolution before the gods, though the specifics of that debt shall remain between Balrog and the Clergy.

 

If all of these terms are met then you shall be pardoned of the misdeeds you have committed, and you shall be welcome once more among your kin in Agnarum. It is true, you have made mistakes, and have done wrongs against your kin. What matters now though, is making right on those mistakes, and doing what the Brathmordakin demand of us. Please consider these terms and accept them, or else additional action will need to be taken.

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Standing among the rubble of another wall he had broken down, he would read the letter he found sitting on the floor of the city he would say W’o de’ fock does ‘e t’ink a’ am, ‘e t’inks ‘a would give up me’ people, me’ cite’, me’ true ‘ome just te’ come back te’ t’e kin w’o so quickly banis’ed me’ out of te’ clan, and out of te’ cite’ of Agnarum, a’ would accept t’ese terms if e’t meant a would pay fer me’ crimes, but t’is is asken me’ te’ ‘ave me’ own people pay for e’t. Keep te’ terms ‘igh King Fimlin, and may te’ Brat’mordakin guide ye’, as e’t ‘as always guided me’. He would say to the sky and resume working on the great library of Mynebor

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Hekkaes looks a bit annoyed "Wot da fok es dis?"the dwarf would shrug "W’u es da kunnek now, tu foken decide ef sumone es pardoned en da eyes eron da ‘ig’ ancesturs? Da lad ‘as done ‘is mistake alreade’, t’ere be nae goen back, but fo’ ‘is redemptiun tu be’ made, ‘e must pruve ‘imself wort’e en frunt eron da ‘ig’ ancesturs nae en front of ane’ ot’a persun, nae matters ef ‘e es a simple k’azdamar ov kunnek, t’ey ‘ave nae powa’ en da ot’a loife, onle’ da ‘ig’ ancesturs decide w’et’er or nae, Barlog es fulle’ forgiven.” Hekkaes exhales Force ‘im tu give up ‘is kazamar fo’ ‘is redemptiun? Ye t’ink dis be’ gamblin , o’ ye Fimlin Grandaxe. Ye carre’ da name eron a kazamar wit’ ‘onor, so does ane ot’a k’azdamar along Balrog. Et es suc’ a disgust tu see ye forcen’ ‘im tu give up ‘is kazamar. Realle’ s’ame, Fros’beards ‘re bein called ‘kinslayers’ ‘nd s’ite loike dat, but wot t’ey did en da toime eron da Grand Kingom eron Urguan, was just en self defence, tu pruve da ‘Grand Kunnek’ t’at t’ere be’ nae need fo’ a Grand Kingdum eron Urguan fo’ dwarves tu live happe’, but et seems loike most of da dweds tuuk et as ofence. Ye ‘re weak Fimlin, along da lads dat once formed up da Councel eron da Grand Kingdom eron Urguan. Oi dunnae loike dat ‘ad tu end up en war, loike et ‘append, but dat es et, loife goes on, seems loike ye ‘nd ot’a people loike ye neva’ c’ange en toime.” Hekkaes would look at the ground, then up at the sky O’ ‘ig’ Ancesturs, w’en ‘re ye gonna unfold da bloind eyes eron da k’azdamar? Force da lad, gave up ‘is settlement ‘e must be a ‘onored fo’ maken’ anot’a settlement, as et saes en da Dogma eron Yemekar ’Found new kingdoms and clan lands, defending the existing ones from all threats’ but et seems loike mane’ dweds nae fulluw et, as t’ey keep tryin’ tu force all da k’azdamar ento one settlement! Dis be’ da same as da Grand Kingdom eron Urguan, dunnae try tu revoive sumt’en’ dat es dead, once dead, alwaes dead. Hekkaes would begin walking away Oi dunnae see our kin eva’ united ane toime suun.

 

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An old Irongut wanders past Mynebor on his way to Holm. He overhears the dwarves presumably screaming at the sky.

 

“Wot tha ****’re they even sayin’, ah cannae understand tha’ fuckin’ accents.”

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Dwain frowns.

 

Toime tu kick sum squatters out

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Marguan Goldhand listens attentively to his friend and then his Clan Father, and frowns.

 

”Mah close kin, I believe tha’ we are bein’ fools. Mistah Grandaxe onleh wishes to unite all tha dwed. But ‘e refuses to accept a compromise. ‘E is insistin’ on removin’ mynebor from existence. Et es a cryin’ shame.” Marguan would turn solemnly in the direction of Kaz’Ulrah. “Tha dwarves ‘ave been split fer too damn long. Our division ‘as cost us too much, we ‘ave lost Kal’Tarak, we ‘ave lost our allies, an’ we ‘ave even lost Thoak. We shuld unite undah one nation, but tha grudges of kings be too strong an’ run deep. Fer tha gud of tha dwarven people, jus abandon yer kingdoms, neither of them ‘ave an ‘istory past Atlas.”

 

”Balrog, mah close friend, you were tha first dwed I ‘ad tha please work with me in mah business. I beg of you to renounce yer authoriteh as lord of mynebor, and give et to Agnarum.” Turning in the direction of Agnarum, Marguan states, “Fimlin Grandaxe, please relent in yer unceasin’ ‘atred of Mynebor, let tha citeh stay undah ye as a vassal or coloneh. Tha dwarves are sick of this silleh battle to see ‘oo’s abiltiteh to destroy is greater. We are dwed, we are meant ta create not destroy.”

 

Marguan Goldhand walks solemnly and regretfully to Belvitz, looking to drown his sorrows in copious amounts of ale.

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Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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