Hope for a Future

[JokerLow 1317]

[!] A depiction of the Goldhand city of Kal'Alras, the world trade center.


War. A business as old as life itself, a business like any other, only its stakes are greater. The dwarven people have been subjected to war ever-since the first stone was created by Yemekar, we are no strangers to it, nor to victory and defeat. Throughout our blessed history, we have been on both ends of the table, we have enjoyed the taste of victory and also drank from the cup of humiliation, what a sour taste it has.

Yemekar has blessed some to not be born during times of war, how lucky and blessed they be, but others, have been born at the start, the peak and even the end of wars. My history is like any other's, I was born in the High Kingdom of Kaz'Ulrah, lived an honest life as a merchant, rose through the ranks of the government, to me it seemed as if the Brathmordakin were blessing me with more than I deserved, that's when the war begun. The stones of the earth have grown familiar with the taste of dwarven blood, of combatants and sadly innocents, war is a double edged blade, as no one is truly victorious, the lives wasted are to never return, the spoils of the war are destined to rust and collapse.

Nothing is without an end, that is what gives life the beauty it has. Our kin, has been tasked by the Brathmordakin to uphold the Scales of Balance, we have failed. Our failure was before the war begun, our defeat was only a result of our failure to uphold the Scales of Balance, but whatever Yemekar takes, Yemekar returns tenfold. So it is with no shame for us to be defeated, instead, this moment should be taken as an opening for our future, a brighter future, one alien to our past, one we forge ourselves and release ourselves from the chains of the old.

Many of you know me as Hekkaes Goldhand, Clan Father of the Goldhand Clan, Commander of the Fourth Grand Kingdom of Urguan, but in front of the Brathmordakin, we are all equal, it is only our deeds that differentiate us. I come to you not by any title of the past, but as a brother, inviting you to a future yet to be forged, one that is unbound by the shackles of the past, one where bloodshed is not present.

The riders of the Goldhand Clan and many other clans have begun their search, looking for suitable land for all khazadmar, one in which we all can thrive and prosper. A place we could all call home, stripped of any fancy titles, a land for the people, by the people. Such land has been found, land onto which the Saffron Citrine Company has lived upon, a land blessed by Ogradhad, prime for its resources and ability to lead us into a new age, the age of advanced engineering.

Let our past not be forgotten, but serve as a lesson and reminder, for us and the future generations to look back at. By the will of the Brathmordakin, I, Hekkaes Goldhand, swear upon Khaz'A'Dentrumm and the blessed halls of the Merchant Brothers, that khazadmar will live and thrive.

This shall serve as an invitation to all but not limited to khazadmar, our past allies, if they will, shall be welcomed to join, should they be able to integrate into our future.

Signed, Hekkaes Goldhand, Clan Father of the Goldhand Clan

[Mescaffier 6197]

1 hour ago, JokerLow said:

the world trade center.

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Another earth-boring-worm has hit the world trade center....

 

[Riot 743]

Hearing of this discovery of Saffron Citrine Company lands, Dorin begins searching for Hekkas Goldhand to learn more about the ancient dwarven settlement.

 

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Added to Settlement lore

 

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

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Map lore reference :serene: