End Of An Age

[Omithiel 192]

*Omithiel after receiving the crown from Valen. which has been passed down to each king. He stands looking as the crowd cheers. He gestures his hand to speak, taking in a deep breath he speaks these very words.*

 

"Hail my kin, it be glad to see ye
all on this special day for which an age shall end, and a new age shall begin.
I Omithiel Strong brow son of Ulinthal Strong brow, shall lead ye all my kin to
great prosperity and wealth. From this day we shall live a time greater then
the days of old. Ever since the day we have lost our home Kal'Urguan, we have
been looking for a home just like what our forefather had built. We have been
in grief for a long time. We have even seperated from each other at one point.
It seemed this curse was to be our fate, but eventually we retook the city over
Karik and live with each other again. Though like before an evil came and took
our home from us like before when our ancient home fell. But this time we shall
not let anyone take our home, this time we shall forever keep our home from the
evils and those who wish to slay our people. None shall enter our new home, and
our kin shall forever prosper within the deep. I King Omithiel shall protect
all ye me kin even after me last days. We shall live greater  then the days of Kal'Urguan and enter a grand
golden age. I shall protect ye all till the end of my reign. Ye give me great honor."

 

*Omithiel after finishing his speech, he hears them chanting his name. He looks throughout the crowd seeing all the dwarves he cares deeply for. He then celebrates by throwing fireworks. and says to all the dwarves outloud.*

 

"T'is be t'e end ov an age.. 'nd a new s'all begin."

 

*He continues watching the fireworks as it fades and meshes with the starlight. In his thoughts he faces the great task ahead with true dwarvish nature.^

 

 

 

 

[Zezimus 1523]

Lord Valen Grandaxe stands besides Omithiel, the Crown of Urguan laying immediately beside him. As he speaks, his voice echoes through the deep halls of the dwarven hold.

"Laddies n' lassies ov ahll clans n' creeds, ye each stand 'ere beneat' t'ese noble 'alls te'daeh taeh beh witnessin' t'e royahl coronation ov Omithiel ov Clan Strongbrow. 'ere undah t'e watchful eyes ov t'e Brathmordakin, 'e wil' goide uhs taeh ages ov gold n' plenteh. W'et'er ein darkness 'er loight, ye will roise loike Urguan frum t'e foires ov t'e deeps. Fer'ever maeh ye reign beh lun' n' true n' ye beard gruw evehn lun'er! T'rough wahr n' peace, maeh ye pick nehvar dull n' ye axe stroike wit' truth n' justice! Maeh yeh serve t'e Dwedus until t'e daehs ye walk t'e grand 'alls ov Khaz'Ah'Dentrumm!"

The old dwarf lifts up the crown as he begins to utter a chant in the tongue of the ancient dwarves. "Brathmordakin, dok sleityn, erdh ungoras, ak m'h mekogi. Gaand wuglim, zahrer, erdh ak bokk igll prudik, onoir, ak golirah. Baeh t'e 'onour n' gloreh ov t'e creator Yemekar, ah crown ye, Omithiel Strongbrow, King ov t'e dwarves n' ruleh ov t'e Kingdom ov Urguan!"

As Omithiel kneels before him, Valen carefully places the Crown of Urguan down upon his head, giving him a warm smile as he does so. Maeh t'e Brathmordakin goide ye t'rough ye 'ardships ahs King... Upon doing so, he brandishes out an intricately forged battle axe and raises it high into the air. "Lun' liv' t'e King!"

[Hiebe 2493]

(Um the arch bishop needs to crown him )

Looks on the.blatantly disregard for the church with another Lord crowning a king when it should be the archbishop.

[Zezimus 1523]

(Um the arch bishop needs to crown him )

Looks on the.blatantly disregard for the church with another Lord crowning a king when it should be the archbishop.

 

((This is just a copy of what occurred in role play for those who couldn't make it to the coronation. The clergy isn't exactly active.))

[Hiebe 2493]

((This is just a copy of what occurred in role play for those who couldn't make it to the coronation. The clergy isn't exactly active.))

(Still a slap in the face to the church.)

Looks onto the supposed religious dwarf leaders and shakes his head in disappointments.

[DeletedUser 169]

All 'ail king omi!

[cmf95 39]

*Durrim Goldhand raises his axe, motioning the legionaries around him to salute. The phrase "Fer da king!" echos throughout the hold*

[Vekrus 396]

'Ail the moighty King Omithiel!

[Kardel 1054]

*Is silent, and then speaks in a grim tone* "Mah liege, ah du not wis' ta defoi ye, bot 'ah 'ave 'eard dis many a toime befure. Iv yer trulleh wis'es ta make Kal'Urguan prosper, ye s'uud focus un educatien of our kin un arts udder den blacksmifin an' engineerin'. Iv ye truly wunt os ta prosper, ye 'ave ta s'ou Asulon dat we dwarves nae be da dum' race dat dey t'ink we be, bot da great race we nou we be. Unleh boi doin dis will ye make eur kin prosper, and becume trueleh great. *Sighs, an then speaks once again* 'ail da neu kin', may eur race prosper, loike 'is werds claim.

[Tegrof 46]

Ah 'ail ye, mah King Omithiel!

[KoTo 610]

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