A Call to the fallen and hiding

[Riot 743]

[!] A missive would be found posted on a few of the trees around Azuras[!]

To the dwarves still wandering the roads of the world, hiding within forgotten corners of the deep, or enduring beneath the banners of foreign crowns.

Know this.

Not all of our people vanished when Kal’Baraz fell. Not all bent the knee when Urguan was brought low. Some yet remain beneath stone and sea, carrying what fragments of our people they still can upon their backs and within their hands.

The years ahead will not be kind to our kin. Already, the halls stand empty, the roads are broken, and many now drift without clan, hold, or purpose. Yet dwarvenkind was not built by comfort, nor was it preserved by surrender.

Those still seeking their kin are welcome to send word to Dorin Starbreaker.

To the sailors and crew who once stood beneath my banner, the ship yet sails, and there is still work to be done upon the waters and within the deep roads alike. Find your way back when you are able.

(DM me on Discord so we can coordinate a time for RP. My schedule is pretty restrictive right now, but I’ll work with people when I can.)
 

[Mestvin 947]

Thorim Blackheart surely began to draft a missive. "Any dwarf he says?"

[Mordringfan 166]

The Frost Dwarf read the passing missive with interest, though still hoped for Dwedmar kind to prevail, and to establish another Grand Kingdom from the ruins of the former.

[Mynto 107]

". . . My dearest patients. . ." a high elf mumbled to no one but the base of a tree he'd been harvesting Frost Vine off of. The doctor's eyes stayed affixed on the name Dorin Starbreaker after a brief reading, before he'd lean back and pace away quickly to the next node ". . . I'll visit. . . I'll visit when they've got themselves well organized again. They'll take me back- surely. . . hopefully. Maybe?"