A Missive of Steel

[J33xt101 316]

A Missive of Steel

 

 

[!] In lands far away, in mountains of old, lies a fallen city, yet somehow full of life and prosperity. This is the only letter of negotiation Urguan and it’s King, Utak Ireheart will receive from it. [!]

 

 

My name is Balrog Ironkiln II, King of Kaz’Stailininn, Prelate of Belka, Watcher of the Obsidian mountains to the west, Father to murdered sons, Husband to a murdered wife, you have pestered, and harassed my people, my family, and my father before me. My children are dead, my kingdom in ruin. And yet here you are, spreading lies and deceit about myself, and the Ironkiln clan. The very crimes of my father, that you executed him for, rightfully so, have now been placed on myself. Your baseless accusations and rantings tire me. This worthless conflict amongst our kin has done nothing but divide our race in a time where we must work together to survive. Here I give us, Urguan, the chance to right our wrongs, to bring all dwedkin back together in the eyes of the Brathmordakin.

 

I will renounce my title as King of the Kingdom of Steel, I will offer my fealty, and therefore the fealty of all my people to the Under-Realm of Urguan, and to King Utak Ireheart. I will accept the title of Lord of Kal’Orvul, and I will cease my ravings, and my quest for revenge against those who turned and murdered my father, and my people. All grudges held by Kal’Orvul, and the Kingdom of Steel will be null, and void in these dark times. 

 

These are my final terms.
- I, Balrog Ironkiln II, The people of Kaz’Stailininn, and the Ironkiln clan be absolved of all crimes laid against me and my people by the Kingdom of Urguan. Including Worship of Khorvad, and heresy as well as proclaimed treason against the Under-Realm.

- The immediate ceasing of all harassment and railings against Kaz’Stailininn in it’s entirety.

- The City of Kal’Orvul be allowed to be constructed as seen fit, and to grow in peace without the impediment of any other nation, thus including the Under-Realm of Urguan.

- And finally, that all the aforementioned, be spoken to the people of Urguan. That they will know that I, Balrog Ironkiln II, and the people of Kal’Orvul, are not the same people you went to war against nearly half a century ago.

 

 

I beg you to consider these terms, should it save our kind, I will bend the knee. But not before my terms have been met. The council of Kal’Orvul has decided on these terms. And we are willing to cooperate fully. Khorvad guides the way of the evil, but Yemekar brings the dwed together. Do not let Khorvad’s influence stop us from coming together once more. I pray that you will never know the loss that Khorvad, in his entirety brought to my people. Do not put another war against dwed, are we not all come from Urguan himself? 

 

Bravenum hom bodenok, nar tha vrok savum bravenum othokoros.

 

Signed –       

 

 

 

 

 

[JokerLow 1317]

Ivär Goldhand, the son of Hekkaes Goldhand executor of one of Balrog’s relatives, would smile and chuckle at the missive “Lad t’inks ‘e can plae’ by ‘is own terms, wot an insane persun!” he’d shrug to himself.

[sneakybandit 1650]

“Last i checked we dont negotiate with terrorists” Darek grumbles

[Mickaelhz 4300]

37 minutes ago, J33xt101 said:

These are my final terms.
- I, Balrog Ironkiln II, The people of Kaz’Stailininn, and the Ironkiln clan be absolved of all crimes laid against me and my people by the Kingdom of Urguan. Including Worship of Khorvad, and heresy as well as proclaimed treason against the Under-Realm.

- The immediate ceasing of all harassment and railings against Kaz’Stailininn in it’s entirety.

- The City of Kal’Orvul be allowed to be constructed as seen fit, and to grow in peace without the impediment of any other nation, thus including the Under-Realm of Urguan.

- And finally, that all the aforementioned, be spoken to the people of Urguan. That they will know that I, Balrog Ironkiln II, and the people of Kal’Orvul, are not the same people you went to war against nearly half a century ago.

“No” Utak said, retrieving the feather from behind his ear, handing it to his wife alongside a bottle of green ink.

[khovend 229]

Just now, Mickaelhz said:

“No” Utak said, retrieving the feather from behind his ear, handing it to his wife alongside a bottle of green ink.

 

Darrega dipped the feather in ink, bobbing her head towards Utak, her husband. She wrote neatly upon the paper with a small smile, setting the feather down onto the table once more. 

[Garrond 249]

Garrond smiles and utters “Kavir Oz Kaz’stallininn, Teh pretend kingdom Yer relatives ave made t’is futile attempt before and it failed. I myself dislike teh urguan kingdom somewhat but I hate with a fiereh passion khorvad worshippers.” proceeding to march towards mynebor to claim another Kaz’Stallininn citizen death.

[AmericanSimp 512]

Hurdog “Ashrune” Ironside would walk from a building he had been pondering the world by before letting out a fiery roar of anger as he heard of the news, “Oi troid, evere’t’ing a’ could tu git ye a kingdom t’at could survive. An ye t’rew me tu de streets loike moi parents.” Hurdog would begin pacing back and forth within the Wildlands, killing small creatures in his path out of pure anger until his beaver walked before him. Hurdog would pause, staring the beaver in the eyes for what seemed like hours, its own eyes filled with fear as Hurdog chopped the head of his best friend clean off before dropping to his knees in the forest, mumbling to himself as the creatures blood began to flow onto his knees, “Moi loife, ruined, an wasted........” As he sat upon his knees a few tears would fall from his face, the liquid mixing with his beavers blood as he walked back toward the known world with a familiar fire reborn in his heart.

(OOC: Sorry for any grammar issues, still working on it)

[Tigergiri 3073]

Fariridr looks over the missive, with a sigh she grab a second ale just in case she could try to soothe the terms anymore. To create a semblance of peace between their kin. Blue eyes watching the red ale pour, her only wish to live in peace for once in her life. 

[SimplySeo 6999]

”To cling to one’s beliefs until death, is something any Dwarf is capable of.

To kill for the greater good and knowingly condemn your soul, takes a man of far greater mettle.”

- Proverb of the Blood Ages, unknown author. Circa 9^th century

 

The Council Chambers of Kal’Evraal

 

Jorvin Starbreaker sat among many of his kin as the letter was received. To his left sat his loathsome relative Mafraedon the traitor, who boasted and jested upon the upcoming conflict with their mutual friend, Darek Irongrinder. To his right upon his pedestal sat his King, Utak sharpened an old blade with gleam of excitement in his eye, eager to bloody his steel once again. Beside him sat the Queen Darrega, who diligently wrote the letter that would no doubt be a declaration of war.

 

Opposite of him sat the Goldhands and Frostbeards respectively, both eager themselves to commit for battle, as such was their nature. Despite the disdain he held for barbarism, the Starbreaker would not call for peace now. He merely remained silent over the chants of war, and skimmed over the letter one final time, before letting out a tired sigh.

 

His thoughts drifted to that of battle, the coppery smell of blood in the air, the howls of pain and rage alike, and then silence save the crash of metal as Mynebor’s hanging fortress came crashing down into the deep pits below. His blade was not tested that day, save against those wounded who he put out from their misery, though his heavy crossbow had claimed more than a few lives.

 

He inhaled deeply, bringing his senses back to the present. He did not like playing the villain, the butcher. But the lives of a few stubborn remnants of a once defeated foe, over that of Dwarven kind? The unity which they had paid the price for in blood? To call it a hard choice would be a lie. Briefly he wondered if such violence was necessary, but quickly dispelled the notion from his mind.

 

Once the council came to it’s decision (which happened remarkably quickly) Jorvin took his leave, and rose from his chair.

 

 

The Fortress Monastery of Varoth’Akvel, five miles from the Crownhold.

 

The imposing fortress of Varoth’Akvel towers over the volcanic plains beneath the White Mountains. Rising from the lake of fire dominating the central plain, it occurred to Jorvin how the sight of this fortress, was the last one many’a heretic ever saw, especially after the purges that saw the population of Mynebor hunted after it’s fall. The Kingdom forgave them in time, but Jorvin and his comrades did not for many years later.

 

Many warriors of the Legion once filled its halls, now they stood eerily silent, save his own echoing footsteps. The silence left Jorvin to his thoughts, and as so often he did these days, he brooded on his actions. He was not as much an eager warrior as his comrades, that much was obvious. War against kin weighed on him like a thousand stones, in whatever the case.

 

But the Ironkilns caused too much strife to live, he thought it truly a shame they did not accept one final offer of mercy. As he entered those barracks, vacant for decades he looked up. Old and tattered hung the banner of his order, the moon of Dungrimm over a night sky. The time for Anbella’s mercy was over, Dungrimm’s mercy would be exacted upon Kaz’Stailininn. Maybe then he’d be able to put this whole sordid business behind himself.

 

With a huff, he dawned the plate and mail of the Legion, and prepared to enact that same terrible mercy he’d done so fifty years before.

Kinslaying was kinslaying, no matter whom was slain. But he did so for Urguan.

[sneakybandit 1650]

Darek Irongrinder turns to face Mafraedon before commenting “Violence is never the answer, Violence is a question” he pauses for dramatic effect as he slowly turns back to his good friend Jorvin “And the answer is yes”

[D3F4LT 1026]

An old Greybeard would stand before his personal armor, he would brush his beard before attaching 3 silver beads to it. He would then grab his helmet and place it against his head leaving a sigh ”Adeela... give me streng’t...” The old dwarf would mutter before placing the helmet on his head, he would then just slowly gear up before walking towards the public smithy with his war-axe. There he would sharpen it ”Toime flew fo’ mane’ of us... fifte’ yea’s passed an’ a new settlement is bein erected?” The dwarf would shake his head before looking at his own runic arm and remember the days of the Confederation, making him smile. ”t’e so called Moineborian king t’inks ‘e can devoid t’e dwed an’ beg fo’ understandin? ‘e can shove ‘is understandin up ‘is arse! t’e so called ‘survival of t’e state’.. donke’ shoite it is! Urguan is doin foine... Moinebor on t’e ot’e’ ‘and will fall, we aint Atlas ane’mo... dwedma’ unite’ was our goal back t’en nae devoidin t’e kin across t’e big worl!... all t’e dweds t’at t’ink livin awae from t’e capital of dwed a’e traitors of Urguan t’e all fat’e an’ should be punished for t’eir selfishness!” he would yell through the city of kal’Varoth making the dwarves that were there look in confusion of what the old dwarf was yelling for, you could hear someone answer with ‘okay boomer’.