One Final Warning

[Bangi 104]

Name - Eorlund Tunnelsmasher

Items - The things in me home. I payed 500 minas for this home, and would also like that returned to me.

[Oghren Grandaxe 31]

Name : oghren grandaxe

Item: every thing in and around architect hall

Location: mount ire architect hall

[Phelrin 60]

As Skippy travels to Mount Ire, he finds Arbrek.

"Arbrek, please allow t'e halflings who live ontop o' Mount Ire te move der inventions to a safe place before workin'."

((Kazraden, Skippy. Kazraden))

Don't ye worry Skippy. The outside of Ire will be the last thing we work on. Dey should have plenty of time te move der inventions

Name - Eorlund Tunnelsmasher

Items - The things in me home. I payed 500 minas for this home, and would also like that returned to me.

*seeing the note, Phelrin writes another under it*

The houses in Ire are non-refundable. You bought your house from the kingdom, not the clergy

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

*pins a note written in large type and red ink upon the door, displayed above all others*

ANNOUNCMENT!

Please be aware that any and all items not claimed by the end of THIS Elven Day are to be forfited to the Clergy. Any Claimed Items will be heald for exactly three Elven Days afterward before being forfited to the Clergy. And items claimed by a Dwarf of the Three Holds will be shipped to them should they not be able to pick it up. Should you live outside of the Three Holds, your items will NOT be delivered!

By The High Kin's Blessings,

~High-Prophet Kazraden Starbreaker

((To be properly formatted when I get off the phone~))

[Bangi 104]

((I am moving to California, so I actually won't be able to get on lotc for one or two weeks. Don't get rid of my items please.))

[Phelrin 60]

I'll see if we can store your items off to the side for a while. Also, do you live in of of the hold? We could deliever to your house if that's the case

[Eldritch Lagomoprha 81]

*Kimarai leaves a second note

To The Clergy,

I be in Mount Ire waitin' fer me belongin's back, please can ye 'urry up and give it all back tuh me

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

I'll see if we can store your items off to the side for a while. Also, do you live in of of the hold? We could deliever to your house if that's the case

'e wuud be livin' wiv me, but de Ironguts 'ave nae been buildin' et an' my 'ouse is nae start'd yet. Ah will claim 'is t'ings w'en me 'ouse is finis'd ef possibul.

[Diri/GreenKoopaBros 58]

Coming from his farm outside of Kal'Alras, the Elf entered the city and, about to head to his shop, had the thought to check the notice board for anything new. Upon reading the new bit of parchment upon the wood, the Elf just stood there, blinking.

"I-I...what?...I..."

The Elf's brow furrowed as something welled up inside of him. Enraged, he burst out, his eyes seeming to glow.

"What the Nether is this!? They take so much time planning and building such an amazing and impenetrable city, just to tear it down!? What possible reason would they have, to do this!?"

Toppling a little before standing back up, the Elf's eyes dimmed again as he held his head. Realizing what had just happened, he looked around, making sure no one heard that, and ran to his shop, looking down at the ground, as if embarrassed of his anger.

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

*pins a final note to the door*

"Any former citizen of Mount Ire that has claimed their things, buy has not picked them up, your things have henceforth been seized by the Clergy! Have a nice day and contact the Clergy for more information."

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

*pins a final note to the door*

"Any former citizen of Mount Ire that has claimed their things, buy has not picked them up, your things have henceforth been seized by the Clergy! Have a nice day and contact the Clergy for more information."

An enraged Bael pounds on the doors of Mount Ire with his bare fists, each hit further bloodying his already red knuckles.

AH 'AVE BEEN FECKIN' TRAPP'D IN 'ERE FER TUU ELVEN FECKIN' DAYS, ME 'OUSE IN DWAIN ISNAE EV'N BUILT AN' NOW YER GO TAKE ME FECKIN' T'INGS?

Bael, in a fit of pure fury, unbuckles his war axe and storms his way back down into the former city below. With a strong grip on the axe he begins to smash beds, chairs, tables and chests, leaving a scene of destruction and chaos behind him as he searches for both his stolen possessions and the high prophet himself, knowing that when he finds him, there will be more then just Orc and Human heads decorating his mantelpiece.

[[ Australian timezone troubles. ]]

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((You will note that your things have been relitiy untouched due to you mentioning such troubles beforehand, but for a small tax of course, and I will PM you the password to the door right away, I've been extremely sick as of late and have note been able to))

[Dun_Irongut 104]

Name - Dun Irongut

Items - I wish for my fathers chests, belongings, and all else he held within the city shall be kept safe and used for the construction and recruitment of clergy.

[Arbrek the Ancient 140]

((You had no house in Ire, Darius, and your WAAAAAAAAAAY late, as well.))

[~TheDerpyBeagle~ 63]

If Mount Ire is bein' torn down, wut will be tha new Dwarven Capital?