The Election

[Luchian 214]

King Thorik sits upon his throne as the dwarves gather, and for the first time in a good while he is seen. His once so noble face and positure is now feeble and crooked, his skin has sunken deep into his face and he is riddled with wrinkles. It seems as if he is looking straight threw them all at something distant, and his once so blue eyes has turned white and you reliase the old king has turned blind. 

 

Thorik coughs heavily and you see a flash of red in his palm afterwards, but attention is quickly drawn to his face as he opens his mouth to speak and his raspy and broken voice is heard threw the hall.

 

Ah 'ave gat'ered ye 'ere tu announce tat' dere will suun be 'eld an' election fer tae next king. Ah 'ave grown ol' long past me pride, an' ah am nuu longa able tuu rule. Mah bones ar' withered an' cold, my strength is failin' an' me 'eart is failin'. Soon ah will pass onto tae' 'alls ov' tae Brathmordakin' an' before ah duu dee' election' must be 'eld an' tae next king must be choosen.

 

The king coughs heavily and long, before he raises his stare and with dread in his voice speaks once more...

 

Ah 'ave seen fings, tat' mah 'eart 'ave told me was lies fer it culd not 'old it. Visions.. Of ice... Be on guard, fer tae future harbors e' dreed cold.

 

The king barely gets up and is supported by two of his guards

[THUNDER37 162]

Baelian leans back against the wall, his beard blowing lightly in the wind as he watches the withered king with a look of concern and slight alarm, he looks to the young Dwarf next to him, quirking an eyebrow and recieving the exact same responce from the Dwarf by his side. 

The two chuckle quietly and briefly, looking back to the king

 

"Well laddie, t'is 'ere should be an' interes'in few months a'ead ov us."

[Kilgrim 361]

Kilgrim coughs and muffles under his breath

 

 

False king! Ehem.

[TheNander 241]

((I'd like to be the first to say well done with the storyline. I love the "king withers with his kingdom before a new king is chosen and brings new life to the kingdom" archetype. For those of you who aren't sure what I'm getting at, see The Lion King. ))

 

Nalro smiles slightly, not a smile of greed, but one of contentedness.

 

"As t'e king widders along wif 'is kingdom anodder shall be born from t'e ashes, bringin new loife tuh t'e kingdom."

 

Nalro also thinks Kilgrim should be hung for saying such a thing.

[Hiebe 2493]

Hiebe rises, looking towards the crowd of dwarves.

 

"Ah giv' mah support n' t'at of mah clan taeh Omithiel Strongbrow. Undah 'is leadahship, t'e Kingdom ov Urguan will beh goided intae a nuh age!"

[Omithiel 192]

*Listens intently from the distance, with a stern expression, Omithiel with his arms crossed feels the scars over his face. He knows exactly what he speaks of, and his hand which was over his face tightens into a fist. Leaning on a wall he bangs to wall with his clenched fist. Omithiel feels a responsibility as his thoughts races to that exact moment which he had within the other city.. He wishes to protect his fellow dwarves for he feels a great brotherhood with all dwarves. He approaches King and speaks out loud.*

 

"I s'all nominate meself fer Kings'ip, 'nd it be time fer me to take t'e responsiblity to protect me kin 'nd to bring glory to our race. As lord I be allowed 'nd will gladly go against any ot'er dwarf w'o be nominated."

 

*Omithiel speaks and then awaits for any response, before returning to his duties"

[Mucky 443]

Olaf sits, awaiting his name to be announced.

[Zezimus 1523]

Lord Valen Grandaxe, cousin of the Grand King, leans over a large intricately forged battleaxe, his hands running through his whitened beard as he thinks upon Thorik's words. After both he and Omithiel conclude their speeches, he steps forward, standing besides the throne, his axe still gripped firmly in his hands.

 

"T'en maeh t'e Grand King liv' 'is foinal yers n' peace... Lun' shall ye beh remembered cousin in sawngs n' legend. Naow, weh mus' decoide t'e future ov t'is Kingdom. Lord Omithiel Strongbrow, ye 'ave nominated yeself taeh lead uhs forth n' suh ah tuh shall use maeh poweh as ah Lord taeh beh nominatin' un ov meh uwn kin tae fulluh awn."

 

Valen tilts his head, eyeing the young dwarf at the back of the hall. "Commander Thorin..." He says as Thorin Grandaxe steps forward, giving Valen a slight bow as he stands in the centre of the room.

 

"Thorin 'as shuwn meh t'at 'e beh ah steadfast n' 'onourable dwarf loike aneh King ov Urguan should beh. 'e as much taeh learn but ah feel t'e toime beh roight fer 'im taeh step up. Naow, afteh each ov t'e Lords 'ave placed t'eir nominations, weh wil' conclude t'e election wit' a vote amungs' all citizens ov t'e Kingdom."

 

Valen gives a bow of his head to the crowd and then continues leaning over the head of the axe, as he looks to the remaining Lords.

[Meanking 311]

*As Thorin stands in the middle of the hall, he nods to Lord Valen

 

 

Mi' Lord Lord Valen, i am honored tea beh nominated fer King, and et is wid graet' pride' dat' I, Thorin, Son of Chaecus of dea Grandaxe family accept dis nomination'

 

*As Thorin stands in the middle of the hall, he glares at the crowd of dwarves around him, and quickly clears his throat*

 

Fellow kinsmen, Dwarves, brothar's in arms if ye would 'ave mi as yer' King, i will kiondly accept and rule wid dea honor and valor until yemaker sees fit tea end et.

 

*Pulls his warhammer up to his right shoulder and walks back into the corner.

[Omithiel 192]

*Nods to Thorin and Valen from the distance, and says.*

 

"Aye, W'o ever wins let us bring glory to race, long 'as it been since t'e glory ov Kal'Urguan. It be time fer a new generation, a new golden age is to come.

Let us  prepare fer t'e time. Let us bring t'is new city "T'e city ov Treasure, Kal'Azgoth," t'e same glory as our old 'ome...t'is 'ome will be our greatest time, t'e line ov Urguan s'all prosper fer a long time, 'nd our 'earts s'all be warmed by t'e fires ov our forge.

 

*Raises his pickaxe to them both, and leans by the wall down the hall*

[Zezimus 1523]

*Dili stands up out of nowhere, randomly shouting:* 

 

"Ah, Dili Grandaxe, deserve and would like te run in t'is election! ((#Dili2013"))

 

Valen tilts his head towards Dili, rolling his eyes as he immediately gestures for him to sit down.

 

"Soilance ye tun' laddy, let t'e udder Lords speak! Iff t'ey beh wishin' taeh nominate ye, t'ey maeh duh suh 'emselves..." 

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*Inhales deeply before shouting in a loud tone.*

 

"Ah wish ta run in dis election fer da new King, as Ah respect da ways ov F'orik as a warrior an' King much loike meself an' Ah've followed 'is commands tuh da bitter end! Ah wus King unce aye! Nae jus' dat bu' an Emporer! Gettin' oos land an' weal'f befer da Ironguts usurpted meh from da f'rone an' claimed Kal'Dwain fer 'imself an' 'is bludeh clan w'o 'ave torn oor Kingdom apart.. Does dis mean Ah will 'ave ill towards em if Ah wus elected? Nae, dey be brudders by blood but dey beh trooblesome an' shoold be treated as such. Ah'll take a spot in da Election me brudders fer Ah wunt ta brin' da Dwarves tuh a nooh age! Da Foorth an' golden age."

[Meanking 311]

*Looks at Lord Omithiel and gives a nod in agreement

 

"Aye' and fer tea glory Urguan and ets people!

 

*Raises his warhammer in the air

[cmf95 39]

*grins as he hears Kjell nominates himself and says quietly*

 

"Back tu da guud ol' days...."

[elsewb1939 25]

*Bruce stands quietly, not saying a word. He sighs as he watches his father step down from the throne.*

"Gud luk tuu da new Kin'."

*Bruce walks back to his home, a sad look upon his face.*