Citizens of Urguan

[Diogen 3729]

 

 

 

 

[!] A missive was sent around to Urguan.

 

 

Citizens of Urguan,

 

For many years, you have fallen from glory. You half-people, who once sought to compensate for your lack of height through your crafts, smithing, and engineering, have lost all that made you unique. These crafts of yours, once spoken of with reverence, are now no better than the clumsy efforts of a child playing with mud. Your forges, once roaring with the power of innovation, now resemble little more than the feeble sputter of a dying flame.

 

Yet, I, possessing the true knowledge of bringing golems to life, aim to restore this lost art to its former brilliance through the creation of artifacts. But above all, my ambition surpasses mere restoration. I intend to spread this invaluable knowledge to all races throughout Aevos, ensuring your feeble attempts are forever overshadowed by true mastery.

 

Imagine, if you can, the awe and splendor of a world where even the lowliest of races surpass your supposed expertise. Your ancestors would weep if they could see the pitiful state of their descendants, wallowing in mediocrity and obscurity.

 

Come, if you dare, to where I reside. Witness the true engineering might and genius. Behold the marvel of a fortress that I possess, a citadel of ingenuity and power that stands as a monument to what you will never achieve. Let your eyes bear witness to the wonders of true craftsmanship, and know that your legacy is but a footnote in the annals of history.

 

Your time has passed, and your dwindling significance is but a shadow against the dawn of a new era. Embrace your irrelevance, or attempt to defy it, and face inevitable humiliation. The choice, though futile, is yours.

 

With contempt,

 

Naele

 

P.S: The mountains might be too steep for your little legs. Please bring a trampoline.

 

 

 

 

 

OOC:

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In an effort of providing RP for yall, this is an invitation to come raid
 

Lair is currently in LC and being built until (presumably) two days from now. [August 9]

 

[Beholder 372]

Briga read the blatant provocation and found herself perplexed. 

 

Hatred toward her kin was a common enough thing, though very rarely expressed in an open invitation to combat, much less one directed at the whole of Urguan. She wondered what the agitator sought to gain should Urguan respond how they desired.

 

For that matter, the Dwarfess was curious how Urguan would respond to this seemingly random letter of contempt. It would be a bit extreme, in her opinion, to mobilize a force to assail an unknown citadel over a few petty insults... But Briga knew how eager her kind could be for a fight.

 

And despite the supposed sturdiness of Dwarves, she knew their skin was at times very thin when it came to insults.

[Lesha 126]

Rogneda, after reading letter, exclaimed "LITTLE?!!!" but she liked this letter, she is looking forward to meeting.

[lemonke 6014]

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[_Black_Drag0n_ 781]

A roaring laugh comes from desp within a mountain, though not one near the lands of the Grand Kingdom of the Urguani Dwarves, instead originating from the blazing fortress of the Redmont Hold. "Teh bastard's got a' point, bet weh live lon', weh liveh en. Our greatest smit' since Urguan 'nd 'is sons 'avent been born yet, our greatest forges nae lit yet" Vidnyr di Ixolar,the Dark Dwarf of the Ashened Mountains mused, his hands working steadily on hid next Mastercraft Creation, his mastery of Golemancy and the Arcane working together to create something formidabele.

 

He ordered his Servus Golem to retrieve some parchment to pen a letter to Naele, the Dwarf taking to hand the ancient quill gifted to him by Garrond Frostbeard long ago. 

 

The letter, leased with the following stamp, would read:

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Dear Naele,

 

First, I have to say it takes a certain amount of nerve to challenge a whole Race and Kingdom to a fight or war, especially one where there are an equal amount of warriors as there are citizens, all of whom are lead by some of Urguan's finest en centuries.

 

I find it curious however that you feel the need to insult us, instead of merely suggesting that we have lost our touch. Come with proof of your claims, and challenge us to a battle of the Forge, one overseen by Yemekar himself.

 

No, instead, you lower yourself to the standard set long ago by those jealous of our accomplishments, jealous of our creations, eager to take them for yourself, when we shared that we were passionate about. This cannot stand, for this is not only an insult to our Kin, but also yours, and that which those honourable in your bloodline stood for.

 

So here is my suggestion. Come to Urguan, challenge our finest to a Competition of Hammer and Anvil, take them on head to head with flame, steel and Stone, and see if your claims stand true after that.

 

ᚾᚨᚱᚢᚨᚲ ᛟᛉ ᚢᚱᚷᚢᚨᚾ

 

Kind Regards

Vidnyr di Ixolar

Elder of the Elder Grandaxe Clan

 

 

 

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This was formatted on my phone, so excuse the mess

[Diogen 3729]

[!] A letter was penned back to Vidnyr di Ixolar.

 

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My nature disallows me from treading within Urguan, yet your challenge is accepted nonetheless. Trek to the highest mountains, find my fortress. There, you shall witness our highly advanced craft, as we challenge you to a competition of Hammer and Anvil.

 

Do not hesitate to visit.

 

Naele

 

 

 

[_Black_Drag0n_ 781]

6 minutes ago, Diogen said:

My nature disallows me from treading within Urguan, yet your challenge is accepted nonetheless. Trek to the highest mountains, find my fortress. There, you shall witness our highly advanced craft, as we challenge you to a competition of Hammer and Anvil.

 

Do not hesitate to visit.

 

Naele

The Ashened Dwarf of Redmont smiles from within his cavern, nodding slowly as the bird that delivered the letter flew off. "C'allenge accepted" He murmered as the gears in his head started to turn.

[HurferDurfer1 2978]

"Tha lad is negging us ter get into tha Book of Grudges ah sure of et. Or he loikes ter get humiliated but en ah weird way, nae way some wot ah assume is a elgi weth dainty wrists, is better at forgin. Even tha youngest dwedki apprentice can shit better steel than this effete, nae beard havin fool. Ahm so mad!" Said Muramir Doomforged to everyone anywhere he went with no context.

[sapphic_spidy 1089]

Fallon is not a dwarf. Fallon is not a citizen of Urguan. But she is a halfling, and she is filled with anger at this. 

 

How dare whoever-this-is imply the dwarves golems aren't all good-like? There's no one else Fallon would rather learn from! She wants to learn everything from them. Weaponsmithing, metalcrafting- everything! She doesn't understand the disrespect.

 

"Well tha's mighty rude-like!" she says, shoving berries into her mouth. "I migh' jus' gotta go in there an' sneak out some riches first m'self! Nothin' I haven' done before." 

[Xergarok 811]

Brôk read the missive. "Ah ain't seen ah more transparent attempt at baitin' our kin  in all me loife..." he said to himself, before getting back to his masonry work. "Anehone headin' up them mountains with ah purpose that ain't absolute eradication 'o these fools, is ah fool themselves 'n seeks their own death."