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[i just wanted to say that I am back, but I can't play a lot because of school. I would be glad to help, and I need new information for the family tree.

~Longbeard]

 

((Hey Longbeard, I'll add Aksel to the list of active members. If you have any questions about the family tree, feel free to let me know. To my understanding, the one listed under dwarven clans is relatively up to date.))

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Wulfric returns to the Clan Hall after a long voyage. He lets his clan members know he'll be around, as he walked into his room, preparing to write about his experience. 

 

((Basically, I'll be around way more often these days. Not officially active in game, however if you need me for anything contact me straight away)) 

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Morgrim stretches out his arms as he looks around the Grandaxe Clan Hall in Kal'Azgoth. Running his fingers through his beard, he turns around towards the rest of his kin.

 

"Ognar 'as nay baehn seen fer sum' toime... Ah feel t'e ascent ov ah nuh Clan Fathah is needed. Aneh eldah may plac' ah vote n' weh will accumulate 'em baeh t'e end ov t'e dwarven week!"

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*a note is left where nominations go*

"I shall run fer Clan Father!"

 

Morgrim leans over the head of his axe, a wide grin forming beneath his beard as he looks towards Fili.

 

"If t'ere beh nay 'un else 'o wishes tuh run, wut say ah challenge ye tuh ah duel ov 'onour Filleh?"

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Wulfric steps up, "Ah shull duel wit' Fili fer tah tiotle. Ah'v returned an' ah shall nut leav' tah Clun fer a beardlin' tah handle."

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Morgrim returns to the hall, small bruises and cuts coating his body as he looks towards Wulfric.

 

"Aye, Filleh is out ov it. Wut say ye tuh ah duel, Wulfric?"

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Igor Ireheart didn't know there was an Igor Grandaxe, he knew of an Agor, but not an Igor...

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Dreek knew. Dreek is all powerful

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Morgrim gives a slight shrug, before crashing a plated gauntlet down upon the great meeting table in Kal'Azgoth.

 

"Nay! Fer t'ere is onleh wun amungs' us 'o truleh 'as t'e knowledge n' experience tuh lead our clan!"

 

Turning his head towards his uncle Bazian, he lowers his head slightly into a bow.

 

"Bazian, mah foight 'as baehn fer yer sake. Dungrimm 'us goided mah axe n' suh iff ye will accept it, t'e decision is made. Will ye beh willin' tuh lead us wuns' agehn, uncle?"

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