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10th of the Snow’s Maiden.
ᚢᚾᚹᚨᚱᚱᚨᚾᛏᛖᛞ ᚨᚷᚷᚱᛖᛋᛋᛁᛟᚾ

Kal’Darakaan was quiet, most of the populace had either gone to bed or were passed out in the tavern of Urguan. As Bakir conversed with a beardling in the square, a faint wooden tap echoed from the gates, edging closer and closer until the sound revealed itself. Famous Runelord, Zahrer Irongrinder entered the hall of Kal’Darkaan, his movements slow and weak. He turned to the two,

“I am here to say my goodbyes to my kin.”


Grand King, Bakir Ireheart conversed with the ancient dwarf, exchanging words about the Gods and  their kin. Before their conversation would finish, a crazed clanmember of the Mineplenty, screeched from the gates of the city, before outright charging the Grand King. Quickly stepping aside and dodging the frenzied attacks of the dwarf, Bakir warned the dwarf to drop his weapon. The Mineplenty simply did not heed his warning, going to lunge at him once more, this time with a more powerful attack. Bakir swiftly moved to the side, cutting the dwarf's arm clean off. Before any aid could be given to the vicious attacker, who now bled swiftly before their eyes, he drew his own blade and gutted himself open infront of them, denying any aid from The Grand King.



This needless and unwarranted attack was by a Mineplenty, a clan harbored in Khron’Hundmar and citizen of their hold. While Urguan has not raised a single blade against you or your people, you continue to let your citizens steal, slight and now try and assassinate The Grand King. It is cowardly to resort to such an action, one of which is surely condemned by the Brathmordakin. Under the watchful eye of Dungrimm, The Grand Kingdom will ensure the dwarf has a proper burial and will conduct a traditional ceremony unless a representative from Khron’Hundmar comes to retrieve the body.

Let it be known to Dwedmar around the realm, that The Grand Kingdom of Urguan continues to pursue peace with our people, and a united Nation where we all may unite as one, as brothers and sisters of Urguan.

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"Meh cousin! Goob! Tha bastard 'as gone an' k'elled Goob!" Shrapnel Mineplenty shook his fist, shouting toward the sky as his mind drifted back to his beloved cousin.

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Ragrin the 'dumb' and the 'mad' would read the missive, before his stomach rumbled similar to that of a belly of a cave before an ugly burp exploded out from his Ire maw. Ragrin would almost snicker and wipe his nose at the paper, feeling somewhat guilty for not being there at the attack itself, for he might have been able to aid Bakir in such an attack. Though nonetheless he still had his opinion, and then he let it out.

 

 

I think it is harsh to assume, that these dwarves had wronged us first and left our home due to selfish actions. Would plot, even attempt an assassination on our KING, they would be deemed fools for even having the thought dwell around those troubled minds they all have. Though the need to call them out on it? And make it a statement via fliers around our own city. I do not agree, why not make action against their 'hill' and then demand an explanation?!

 

Ragrin The 'Dumb' finished, sighing before going to make sure that the Grand king would be in his best condition, though not a shred of doubt slipped past his mind, as he knew that the king was more than capable.

 

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When his soul exited his body and ultimately, he was denied entry to the dwarven heaven for kinslaying and other crimes, he ultimately haunted the halls of Urguan while having nothing to do in his newly discovered spirit state.

 

When he saw Zahrer Irongrinder enter the dwarven kingdom, Charles "The Bald" started to fly around in his spirit state, unable to express his feelings to the living kind, he ultimately watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

 

As the finest of the finest blow destroyed the old dwarf's heart, Charles's would feel happy that his friend would finally be relieved of their duty, to lead and unite the dwarven kingdom.

 

But Charles knew that the current king of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan will never amount to nothing great so there is nothing to fear from him, he will be left without a kingdom to lead.

 

The Dwarven Unity is not to be messed with and that started from all the troubles created by the Grand King himself. Charles knew that his friend Zahrer Irongrinder would be the best one to lead the current kingdom but not all dwarves could see eye to eye with him.

 

Without Dwarven Unity the crown is nothing, it means nothing because the dwarves are a small community and ultimately the Ireheart King has failed to maintain it meaning he is not the real king.

 

No matter how many treaties he thinks he can get from other world leaders, the dwarves know that the current king will end up getting killed by his own taste of war.

 

Charles also knew that Zahrer Irongrinder was one of the best dwarves to ever live, having fought valiantly during the fringe and various events. Charles knew that he completed his duty for Zahrer by taking out the Kaz'Ulrah most important characters and defending his image when it was attacked.

 

Ultimately, Zahrer Irongrinder opened the door to heaven to Charles "The Bald" due a forgotten runic weapon and the two now hangout together forever in dwarven heaven.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgKAFK5djSk

 

 

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Ursus Grandaxe sighs after seeing the news of the unwarrented and unwanted attack "Bakir ah promise yah, nae optie ovahseers wanted thes tu 'appen, 'nd next toime, en tae future, a'll attempt tu stop en before et 'appens."

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Bromdor would shake his head. "Nevah new t'ae lad but... Oi dinnae Finkers yer can achieveh peaceh boi attackin' yer felluw dwed. Bakir, yer cannabis eitah. Someh dwed areh killed fer kinslayin', 'n yer just get awayeh wif et? Ayeh, oi am on yer soideh. Fulleh en fact. But oi dinnaeh fink yer 'ad tuh kill 'im. Well, yer dinnae did et but yer did chop 'es arm off eh! Anehwayeh, lon' liveh t'ae Grand Kin' ef Urguan!" He'd have mixed feelings about this. He walked off, going to serve some fine drinks in the tavern.

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