Jump to content

-=- THE MOUNTAIN HORNS BLOW -=-


Recommended Posts

[!] Those in Urguan would periodically hear horns blaring from the Frostbeard clan hall and from atop the mountain peaks [!]

[!] Missives would be spread all throughout Arcas, especially around the mountains [!]

 

 


TO THE KIN OF KAZ’ULRAH

THE MOUNTAIN HORNS BLOW 

 

T3eX_pKHIH_gGTTKQJJqJn9oZwJg7OcPqWD2uhfd4ObFR8zwOF8GR1I-il26AvPTEu3TA1T9JncV1knKR6kafkaHvyM3zU_orG14.png

 

2nd of Sun’s Smile, 1767

 

          My Frostbeard brethren, I call to you to return to the mountain halls of Kal’Evraal. While our clan hall has grown dusty in our absence, it is time for the Frostbeards to regain the renown and stature that we once had. Many of you, like me, went into seclusion, where the harsh and biting air let you feel free. But now, I call upon you to join our ranks once more. My father, Garrond Frostbeard, father to many of us, gave me the title of clan father in hopes of breathing new life into the clan. But I can not do it alone. Come, brothers, take up your arms in the name of Urguan and clan Frostbeard. Our road ahead is long, and we shall pave it in the blood of those who oppose us and Urguan. I, Jorgan Frostbeard, son of Garrond Frostbeard, twin of Hobjord Frostbeard, promise to glory and honor to those who return. The mountain calls— who among us can deny it?

 

As Ograhad Decrees,

 

Clan Father Jorgan Frostbeard

Son of Garrond Frostbeard

 


If you’re interested in playing a Frostbeard, new or old, send me a message over discord (Inferno_Ougi#1709)

Link to post
Share on other sites

After two centuries of wandering, Agzadir Frostbeard returns home to the Frostbeards.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Boolin Frostbeard would look towards the note then say,”Ohoho, et’s a nice day fer us.”

Link to post
Share on other sites

Ajax, Now enfeebled by the ravages of time, blind in one eye, his proud beard long since turned gray , and then snow white over the years, is read the declaration by his son, Bo-Jaxson. A gentle sigh escapes his lips, only murmuring softly to his only son. Being half swaddled in thick blankets and hides. Ajax would see his nephews again... if one last time...

Link to post
Share on other sites

Archived

This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...