A Proclamation To The Nation

[Luchian 214]

A group of five dwarves stands infront of the dwarves, you make them out to be Lord Marshall Kjell Ire'eart, Consular Valen Grandaxe, Forge Lord Tortek Silverfist, Commander Gorum Frostbeard, and the Grand King Thorik Braveaxe.

Along with them stands the clans, Ire'eart, Grandaxe and Frostbeards. Along with these clans you see dwarves of the Legion in formation, and dwarves of the workforce.

Suddenly you hear the Lord Marshall Kjell Ire'eart proclaim

Tae rightful King 'as returned! Tae' Grand King ov' tae dwarves 'as returned tuu us in tae toime of needs, it is eh soign from tae Brathmordakin! Tae un maneh ov' us would follow tuu deatd an' tae un which led tae dwarves frum tae dust into tae golden age! Once more 'e is 'ere tuu lead us!

Tae Throne ov' tae Dwarves is roightful 'is!

Tae false king 'iebe is barely dere, an' now tae Grand King 'as returned tuu us!

The Grand King is lifted up on a throne and the flags of the dwarven nation is held up high.

A slow chant rises from the army, and quickly rises to full force.

Long live tae Grand King! Long Live Tae Dwarven Nation! Fer Tae Brathmordakin!

Dere will be new Dwarven Lords!

Long Live Lord Gorum Frostbeard!

Long Live Lord Kjell Ire'eart!

Long Live Lord Valen Grandaxe!

Long Live Lord Omithiel Strongbrow!

Long Live Lord Tortek Silverfist!

[Serf 647]

Looks over his workforce and keeps close eyes on everyone of them, and their actions. He watches over the crowd of Dwarves, the Legion, and the 'Grand King' himself. He then cringes as the words 'False King', and the sudden chants that come from the Dwarves are heard.

"Ye come from oot 'o nae where, an' call yeself a 'Grand King'. I 'eard tales 'o ye, an' tae legend ye 'old, an' ye 'ave left us once, an' ye wish tae come beck? Nae even come beck, but claim yeself as tae old title ye once bare? Wot 'ill stop ye from disapearin' once more an' leavin' us tae fend fer urselves?"

[Tortek 51]

Revered

[Boomack21 124]

Arcane Grandaxe stands positioned behind his Uncle Valen without a sound. He releases a small smirk and hopes for a better future.

[Meanking 311]

Thorin Grandaxe listens to the Lord Marshel's words, and watches as his kinsmen, the Grandaxes flock to the to Thorik Grandaxe, who which as returned.

Thorin then grabs his warhammer and joins his fellow kinsmen to retake Thoriks rightful place, as King of the Dwarves.

[Zezimus 1523]

Valen leans over the hilt of his battle axe, digging it into the ground as he glares up at the newly proclaimed King. An oath he had sworn to defend his own bloodline and follow his kin into battle, to the very fires of the nether. He bows his head slightly, a sense of foreboding running through him as he contemplates the repercussions that may fall upon his clan if they were to fail. He makes his way out from the crowd and into a secluded location and in silent thought, swears an oath to the Brathmordakin. A number of his clansmen approach him and he gives them a brief nod before speaking.

"T'e masses 'ave called fer rebellion n' rebellion weh mus' fulluw iv t'is is t'e will ov our truh King. Stand baeh ye kin lads n' ferever foight fer wut ye beloive. T'at beh all t'e creator can ask ov us..."

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum lowers his head, his axe at his side.

" Me loyalty remains tu th' Grand King as it always 'as, an' ah will remain loyal till th' day me axe falls. "

Gorum says as he raises his axe.

" TU TH' RETURN OV TH' GLORY DAYS. "

[Lago 2572]

The Golem of Silverfist watches Thorik closely, but its blank face is unreadable.

[Hiebe 2493]

Hiebe Irongut still sick from his sickness hears of this and sighs.

"A rebellion? Thorik just got back frum being possessed an ye all swarm tu 'im loike flies. Whut if 'e still under da evil's control? And 'e gits rid ove da consitution we all wurked su 'ard to build. Dis sickens meh even moar. I was made King by the fellow people I never asked fer it. It dat makes me false fer trying tu 'elp my fellow dwarves. It saddens me we canne even keep loyalties tu each udder. Du as ye wish da Brathmakin dunne speak tu anyune ove ye only tu Meallik and does ove da church."

[Aryon 679]

Yuric Doomforge grins slightly at the new group, seeing Thorik as king. He has received much praise, and Urir Ire'eart trusted the original Doomforged into his hands, so he must be trustworthy. Not being one of cheers though, Yuric only utters one simple sentence.

"Ye rhyme too much in ye titles!"

[Lago 2572]

Rogven turns to Hiebe. "Ah stand with yer, me King, but ah nae knu how many ahv t'e others will. T'is may be less ahve a rebellion ahnd more ahve a coup..."

[Gorum© 623]

Hiebe Irongut still sick from his sickness hears of this and sighs.

"A rebellion? Thorik just got back frum being possessed an ye all swarm tu 'im loike flies. Whut if 'e still under da evil's control? And 'e gits rid ove da consitution we all wurked su 'ard to build. Dis sickens meh even moar. I was made King by the fellow people I never asked fer it. It dat makes me false fer trying tu 'elp my fellow dwarves. It saddens me we canne even keep loyalties tu each udder. Du as ye wish da Brathmakin dunne speak tu anyune ove ye only tu Meallik and does ove da church."

" Ah'm sorreh 'iebe but ye were nay made King by th' people. Ye were made King by twu lads, onleh twu lads. Also, ye've done nothin' tu earn th' respect ov th' dwarves. Nothin' at all! Ah would respect ye as ah King if ye acted loike one, fer fecks sake 'iebe ye be a guud lad, jus' not a lad fit fer King. "

[hex37 737]

Nienna Calm made sure to be present. She giggles lightly.

"Oooh, maybe they'll have a spar for the title. A proper arena battle!"

[Luchian 214]

Thorik looks directly at Hiebe and responds

Not long after returnin' ah was asked by tae Lord Marshall, yer own Consular, Tae Legion commander an' tae Forge lord.

Ah was asked tuu tayke back meh toitle ov' Grand King, an' once more lead tae Dwarves into glory days.

'ow can ah say nae?

Tae constitution is one made by tae dwarves, an' by tae dwarves et will stand.

"Ye come from oot 'o nae where, an' call yeself a 'Grand King'. I 'eard tales 'o ye, an' tae legend ye 'old, an' ye 'ave left us once, an' ye wish tae come beck? Nae even come beck, but claim yeself as tae old title ye once bare? Wot 'ill stop ye from disapearin' once more an' leavin' us tae fend fer urselves?"

He then looks to Thoak and says

Ah did nae leave, ah was tayken away frum tae citay an' held prisoner. An' finaleh not tuu long ago ah was able tuu return.

[Phelrin 60]

Walks between Hiebe and Thorik, sighing before he speaks

"'eibe, I want nae amostiy between us. I am nae 'ere for conflict but fer da interests of the Dwarven people. Yer leadership 'as been...........lacking of late, and we must act in da best interest of da Dwarves. I shall stand with da Grand King but ye are attacked, I'll defend ye with me life. Da Brathmordakin shall speak through me in leading da king, even if me son will not"

Phelrin steps back next to Thorik, as Hiebes gaze is immoving from him