A New Lord Has Risen..

[Arteh 1837]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQUjow3Zzew

 

 

 

*Karl sits in the Frostbeard clan hall as he studies the Dwarven Constitution*

 

 

Karl stands up to address the Frostbeards as their Axes rest beside them. Karl 'Orcbane' Frostbeard, Grand councilor of Guilds & Economy, the warlord of the Alrasian and Orc wars of Aegis. It was time for the Frostbeards to rise once again. For the Kingdom of Urguan to thrive.

 

King Omithiel Strongbrow sat on his throne as Karl Frostbeards slightly bowed his head as the King addressed him. Valen Grandaxe seated beside him and Gorum Frostbeard. King Omithiel said..

 

"Karl, ye 'ave yet again shown us yer courage, an yer detemination tae t'is Kingdom"

 

"Am gonnae make ye a Lord.. Lord Karl 'Orcbane' Frostbeard"

 

Karl raises his head to look at the King as he confidently replies saying..

 

"Aye, a will hunour t'is Kingdom as a huv dun fer many years.."

 

Gorum and Valen both smile at Karl as he returns to his clan hall.

[Merkaken 516]

((:| Friggen traitor. Seriously though, quite an interesting read.))

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Bael cries on the inside.

[Zezimus 1523]

Lord Valen Grandaxe stands besides Karl, his hands both firmly rested over the hilt of a large blade as he balances the tip on the stonework beneath his feet. Having listened to the King deliver his announcement, he looks towards the old Frostbeard and gives a slight bow of his head. The two cross eyes and a familiar warmth appears in Valen's expression as the two reminisce upon where they had both stood a century prior.

 

"Naow wer' t'e 'eck 'ave ye baehn t'e past eighteh yers, ol' friend? T'e uruk 'ave baehn nuh bettah durin' ye absence.. Aye nawn t'e less, eit beh guud taeh 'ave ye back wit' ye kin unce ageh. Serv' wit' 'onour, defend t'e Articles taeh ye last dyin' breath n' ye wil' nawt faulter. Weh 'ave lawst maneh ov oor kin... T'e faces ov t'e laddies ye unce knew ein Kal'Urguan... T'e sands ov toime 'ave 'ad t'eir toll. Aye, but weh 'ave risen n' 'ere ein Kal'Azgoth weh wil' 'ave oor kin liv' peacefulleh. Wunce, t'ey cowarded in t'e 'alls whoile t'e uruk ravaged t'eir lands. Naow, nawn wil' pass oor bordehs unchallenged. T'is beh wut weh foight fer Karl... T'e freedom ov t'e dwedmar n' t'eir roight taeh liv' ein t'eir 'alls wit'out fear."

 

A slight smile forms beneath the old dwarf's beard, as he raises his hand towards his breastplate. In a lowered tone, he begins uttering a blessing in the ancient dwarven tongue.

 

"Kez nar krazdran nighi kronos nar dwak. Thrumm Karl, veloz ulro narvak nar anart."

[KoTo 610]

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