- Kal'dwain Farms -

[Diri/GreenKoopaBros 58]

Morkas returns from his trip in the kal'dwain public mines, hands full of his ores that he needs to smelt. He says to himself "where is mah sun when ah need 'im..." As he heads to his home in the iron citadel, Morkas spots an elf wandering about Dwain. His first instinct is to become a escort for the man out of the city, but there's something about this man that seems... familiar. Either way, Morkas decides to confront him. He walks up to the elf, and asks him "ye, what'r ye doin in kal'dwain? ye seem famliar, but ah dunt nu many elves. Whu are ye"

Blinking at the countless changes that had been made to the town, the elf almost couldn't believe that it was still Kal'dwain. About to take a step further, he stopped as a familiar voice came calling behind him, almost making him jump. Upon turning around, a slow smile crept up the Elfs cheeks as he recognized the voice as none other than Morkas the Dwarf. By what he heard, Morkas was uncertain about him enough to not be hostile towards him.

"Well, my name is Caseus. I used to farm here, in Kal'dwain, helping feed Darius and the many residents of this town, before it was abandoned. Then, I moved to Dawnstead and farmed there for a while before being moved to Kal'Alras. Which would explain my absence from around Mount Ire for so long. I do remember you, though. Your name is Morkas, right?"

[Morkas (Wrathstar555) 34]

Morkas remembers this elf as a helpful man who was often farming, and how he often used to be around Mount Ire. He frowns when he hears that he's been spending time in places other than dwain and ire, thinking to himself Why would he spend time anywhere else? they're all near abandoned, and I can't see them needing food as much as Dwain or Ire... putting that thought behind him, Morkas responds to the elf saying,

"aye, ah be Morkas. ah dunnae remember yer name thu... anyways, what brings ye tah dwain? Is dis yer first soim 'ere, comin 'ere tah see de grave uv Darius? Er are ye 'ere fer werk? Either way, ah suppose yer alroight. per'aps we can come into de tavern and talk."

Morkas jestures to the recently built tavern, which he knows the elf has probably never seen before.

"per'aps ye'd join meh in ah drink... ah'v been needin ah drink fer ah while, although ah dunnae nu what ye fink about dwarven ale. Oh! what was yer name again lad?"

((that's some very nice forum RP we have here :)))

[Diri/GreenKoopaBros 58]

Hearing the Dwarfs vague recollection of his name or him being there, the elf couldn't help but smile at the sudden friendly disposition the dwarf had to the good friend of the dwarfs. But, he had expected this, knowing that Dwarfs, when knowing a person, could be the most whole-hearted and cheerfully offered race around. Upon hearing the offer for a drink at the tavern, the Elf could never turn down an offer like this.

"Caseus! My name is Caseus. I have been here, already, to pay my respects to Darius. He was, perhaps, the only dwarf to call me his brother, and I him. It was a real shame that he had to die, but, I know that he had a reason. A man, like Darius, would never just die without cause. I would actually love to have a drink with you."

And, thus, the Elf followed the dwarf into the tavern. The first thing that he realized, that the Tavern that had been there since he had been a resident, a good Six to Seven years ago, had been completely changed, as was odd to him. Stepping in, after the dwarf, he looked around, smiling curiously at the design.

"I can't deny that I miss being closer to Mount Ire. You see, the King moved me to Kal'alras to protect me from the Orc invasion that was immanent, at the time. But, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss this, or being near the Capital. Certainly miss having a good, cozy house to sleep in. The Dwarf in charge, Rasun, has put me in a tent, and kept me there, even though he put me as head farmer. Every morning, I wake with frost on the tips of my ears."

[Skippy 2466]

After a long day of work, Skippy heads over to the Quota Chests to see how the farmers and lumberjacks are doing. To his surprise, most of the chests aren't even stocked with 5 bundles of material.

Skippy heads over to the Notice Board, hammering a sign onto it.

"You Farmers and Lumberjacks really need to get to work. The farmer hasn't even gotten to farming yet! I'm given ya two elven weeks, yet most work doesn't get done. Step up your game, or be fired."

[Hiebe 2493]

Skippy we moight move da farms tu da old port area.

[Morkas (Wrathstar555) 34]

Ah spoke wif de lad, Donrin, about de farmin, and 'e says 'e 'as gathered 14 stacks uv wheat, and many bundles of bread as well, he was just unaware uv where tah put 'em.

[Skippy 2466]

Ah spoke wif de lad, Donrin, about de farmin, and 'e says 'e 'as gathered 14 stacks uv wheat, and many bundles of bread as well, he was just unaware uv where tah put 'em.

Aye, tell 'im te put 'em in te farm chest near te actual farm. It's a shack.

An' Hiebe, when will te new farm be complete?

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The Quotas have changed, please update yourself with them.

[Hiebe 2493]

I can start dem tomm (tonight after im done stacking hay:/)

[Aengoth 2890]

MC Name: Alexander_Wh

RP Name: Aengoth Stailinnord

Lumberjack Level: 36

Do you live in Kal'Dwain: Aye

Do you swear loyal to the Empire of Kal'Urguan, and swear loyalty to Paragon Kjell Ireheart: Aye, I swear loyalty to Paragon Kjell Ireheart

(( I'm already cutting down trees to repay my debt to Hiebe for the house he allowed myself and Hrokr Stonebow to purchase so more or less this is for rights to work at the farm at Kal'Dwain ))

[Boomack21 124]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.