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THE DECLARATION OF THE UNDER-REALM OF URGUAN

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THE DECLARATION OF THE UNDER-REALM OF URGUAN

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Conversation filled the air of the Kal’Varoth city square. Many dwarves were gathered in wait of the council meetings conclusion, and all of them conversed with wonder and uncertainty in their minds over what was being discussed. Nothing was said about the intention of the meeting, but its implications were made clearly important. At long last, after what seemed to be hours, the council room doors opened. Following through the doors was a procession of Dwarven Legionnaires with the Rikkins in tow. Behind the column walked the King, Fimlin Grandaxe.

 

A sudden silence washed over the crowd as they approached the city-square. Reaching the bottom of the stairs the column broke out. They lined the base with Legionnaires, the Rikkins behind them and the King at the centre. At the finalization of the formation the King moved forward to level himself with the Rikkins. His pitch-black armor glistened with orange at the light of the braziers nearby. The greaves and crevices in his armor glowed a deep red, complementing the dark red kilt that revealed itself underneath the scale-armored skirt. His hair and beard glowed similarly like a wild blaze, save the streak of grey that ran the center of his beard, and the patches of white at his temples. The King narrowed his eyes and looked over the crowd gathered, quiet and steady. He mulled over his speech in his head one more time before finally clearing his throat to speak.

 

“We are the Dwedmar. The Sons an’ Daughters o’ Urguan. All the realms weh travel will never ‘ave a braver, harder, more dedicated people t’an us.”

 

It was nae long ago, ah wandered the lands wit’ nothin’ but t’is armor an’ the pack on me back. It was nae long ago, our people were split between squabbling Kingdoms all claim’n the fallen legacy of our forebears.

 

Weh ‘ave built t’is realm wit’ the dedication of our hearts and our will to live on, an’ nae let our race falter into dust.

 

The Past ‘as failed us, our inabiliteh to move on ‘as hindered us an’ left us draggin’ our feet.


But now weh will do t’at nae longer, now weh will open ah new chapter fer the Dwedmar.

 

Today teh council ‘as met, and weh ‘ave officialleh claimed our toitle as the sovereign over all dwedmar.

 

Today weh ‘ave become The Under-Realm of Urguan.

 

Thus weh open our new chapter. Weh are not the Grand Kingdom. The Grand Kingdom is dead, and it shall remain so forevermore.

 

But Urguan, Urguan is teh name o’ our Father. Urguan is the spirit o’ the Dwedmar, an’ weh will continue to keep tha’ aloive.

 

NARVAK OZ URGUAN! NARVAK OZ DWEDMAR!”

 

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THE UNDERREALM FOUNDING ACT

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On the 8th of the First Seed, 1707 let it be known that on this stone day the UNDERREALM OF URGUAN has been formed, and the following Act passed by the council.

 

-The higher title of the Under-Realm of Urguan has been formed.

-Any Acts or Treaties referring to the KINGDOM OF AGNARUM are still to be upheld with the UNDERREALM OF URGUAN

-The KINGDOM OF AGNARUM is a lesser title that follows and is passed alongside the UNDERREALM OF URGUAN title.

 


 

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“Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz Dwedmar! Aruuuuuh!” the young Starbreaker shouts

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“Fohr we ahr thuh Sons 'n Daughters o’ Urguan! Narvak oz Dwedmar! Narvak oz Brathmordakin! Narvak oz Urguan! Aaaarrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!”
The Bald Dwed shouted.

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“Narvak oz Urguan!” Darek yells at the top of his lungs

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The old dwed smiles proudly as the next generation takes up the torch. He adds his shouts to the others. “NARVAK OZ DA DWEDMAR! NARVAK OZ URGUAN!

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Wheres me bagpipes

 

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Ulhart raises his fist in silence as the he ventures out into the woods to get lost once more. 

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“Narvok oz Dwedmar!” Balrog would shout with disdain inside the valley as his voice echoed through the mountains before speaking to himself ”A’ ‘ope ye’ did nae make a mistake by doin’ t’is, e’t fell more t’an once, e’ts name will fall once again. 

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5 minutes ago, J33xt101 said:

“Narvok oz Dwedmar!” Balrog would shout with disdain inside the valley as his voice echoed through the mountains before speaking to himself ”A’ ‘ope ye’ did nae make a mistake by doin’ t’is, e’t fell more t’an once, e’ts name will fall once again. 

 

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Vosirk, within his home some ways off from his kin, smiled widely at the declaration that found itself at his doorstep. The dwarf hummed softly under his breath as he lifted up the sheet with old and familiar orange and grey, “Narvak oz Urguan.”

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