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Lord Chancellor's Resignation


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”To serve one’s folk dutifully, there is no greater honor.”

- Ancient Dwarven proverb

 

Final letters of the Lord Chancellor

 

Sons and daughters of Urguan, my brothers and sisters. For nearing forty years have I served our great nation as it’s chancellor, ascending to the position on the same day Utak Ireheart was named King. Despite the hardship, the difficulties, and stresses of the job, I can at the end of the day say it was my honor to serve you all. While I have not always agreed with our king, or my fellow councilors, I have only ever acted in what I believed to be in the best interests of our people. In my decades of service, I have seen both the best and worst that our folk have to offer, and I can say without doubt I do not regret having served.

 

I will not bore you, nor gush in some grandiose speech. I will instead say this.

 

As of today, I hereby resign from the position of Lord Chancellor of the Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and Underrealm of Urguan. I have served in this position for nearly half a human lifetime, and even now, there are beardlings born at the beginning of my tenure who in the coming years, may themselves be able to vote for our next king. I believe I have done my duty well, and now wish to serve you all in other capacities, as well as focus on my own self-betterment, and that of my clan. I will not be deserting you all, as there is still much I have yet to do, I simply believe that my skills have been tested, and now are to be applied elsewhere.

 

Glory to the sons and daughters of Urguan

’till the Age of Reckoning we stand as stone.

 

 

 

Charged as we are by Yemekar

Narvak oz Urguan

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A dwarven postman walks into Norli’s office, dropping off the letter. The High Preceptor dons his glasses as he examines the final letter, a few emotions going across his face. He feels sadness for the end of a competent leader’s reign, fear for what could have scared Jorvin away, guilt if he was at fault, but at the end of it, Norli knew one thing. He was happy for Jorvin, for he knew Jorvin wouldn’t leave if Jorvin felt he was still needed, and now finally his Clan Father could rest.

 

Norli Starbreaker puts down the letter, and pulls out his own paper and puts the ink to parchment as he writes a song promised long ago to a worthy leader who surely if anyone would earn Yemekar’s bidding.

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“A good dwarf, and a sturdy ally to Aegrothond in all ways. We shall raise a cup of giselin to this one,” says Belestram and bows his head in respect. “May his beard grow ever longer.”

 

 

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Bjor would salute Jorvin in death. As he had noticed from above that Jorvin had grown greatly from the dwarf he once knew as a young scout visiting him daily in the valley of the Cottonwoods.

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Balrog remarks with some sadness upon hearing the news

“Twas a foine dwed teh lead, ‘eld teh brat’mordakin and teh kingdom true, and rig’t. We may nae ‘ave loiked eac’ ot’ethe, but e’ ‘as meh respect.”

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