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Ulfric Frostbeard would sigh as he looked over the council room. He knew what was coming, and knew he was prepared for it. He bid his kin farewell, hoping he would see him very soon, and started to get to work.

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A Monarch of short reign smiled- what an odd thing for her. Perhaps she'll be off to visit her uncle soon.

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And so, as all stories end, so too did this one.

 

Dhaen was not one to forsake her nature. When she first heard of the abdication of her son, it was whispered in a tavern in a far off land. After all, taverns were the same everywhere, a simple consistency a traveler could find in Almaris. 

 

The rumor was spoken with a warm tone, caressed  by beer and hearty food. A smile crept onto the dwarven woman's lips at the news. 

 

So her son had stepped down. Not just that, but he had accomplished in his time more than any king in Dhaen's memory. That enough, was cause for  a drink and perhaps a letter to Levian'Tol expressing her pride in his actions and being in his acquaintance. 

 

Urguan would surely miss their Brewer King.

 

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Valindra offered a solemn smile as word reached her. The 'thill decided she'd pay a visit to Levian'Tol and his hot dwarven wife sometime to offer ideas as to how to celebrate the freedom from the responsibility of leading a nation, especially since her own ideas involved copious amounts of drinking.

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From his retirement home in the far north, Jorvin Starbreaker begins penning a letter.

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As news makes its way outwards among foreign courtiers, there was an elf who heard the news from those Halls himself. The elf scribes a letter to his longtime friend.
 

"-As relinquishing the keys to manor

which can no longer be maintained,

 

I choose to accept

a simpler life

for what it is.

 

Lived in love

and ended in its time."

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The Aurokanar Lord, and soon-owner of a new mercantile entity stands back and gazes upon the finished work of his laborers, a glorious grand design of his that would bring him and his allies great wealth and strength in the years to come. "T'a next king will nae tax me, that's ah'll ah care about. Nor threaten ta publicleh beat meh bloodeh ah'n piss on meh bodeh." he says to his fellow Businessmen in a haughty tone. Though, in his stony heart, that which had been called golden by so many, he believed Levian'tol to have been a good king, one that understood the burden of the Yoke, and one who was willing to spread himself thin to keep the Mountainhome from crumbling.

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High Prophet Norli, predecessor to Levian'Tol, smiles wearily as he arrives at the temple after the meeting. The Brewer King had kept up many of the Priest's policies and traditions, and advanced them even in many regards. He would hold Levian'Tol perhaps not a legendary king who felled evil empires, but no doubt a great king.

"Top three en recent history, nae doubt."

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Bakir Ireheart smiled knowing although Levian didn't admit it, that he made a proper dwarf Empire. With such a thought he'd raise a drink to his good friend knowing they'd be sharing the same adventures soon enough. 
 

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unknown.pngDon't be jealous @Lady_Dietz 

 

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Chi quietly ponders, sitting at his desk before muttering simply "Here's to hoping the status quo doesn't change." The kha hums, going back to working on his religious scrolls.

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