Passing The Torch

[Omithiel 192]

*Omithiel walks towards the main entrance to city. He puts his hands upon the carved smoothed stone, while peering out to the valley beyond. He looks at the blueish sky over the white mountain peaks. His birthday has just passed, and had reached the peak of the dwarf age. Guards who were behind him at all times followed him as Omithiel walked down the large set of staircases he looks up at the tall mountain peak. Omithiel stares at the mountain before looking over to his guards. Omithiel removes his crown and gives the guard the crown and a rolled piece of parchment.*

 

"I s'all be climbin' t'e mountain fer a pilgrimage, take t'ese t'ings 'nd put it in t'e palace. T'e notice is fer Arcane..."

 

*The guards with a worried expression looked at Omithiel, wondering if to allow him to just go.*

 

"Dunnae worreh I s'all return. Todaeh is an important day fer me, I be seven 'undred 'nd fifteh years ov age, 'nd it be time to complete my second pilgrimage. So dunnae worreh I s'all be in t'e 'alls greetin' ye all befer ye know it. It be time."

 

*The guards watched as Omithiel walked off towards the mountain, and continued  to watch him as he began climbing the mountain, before going to palace to send the message.*

 

 

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

"Ah nominate da loikes ov me brudder Commander Dreek Stormhammer fer da claim tuh da f'rone an' da election."

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum leaves a parchment with those in charge of elections.

" Ah nominate Thorin Grandaxe fer the honor of King, and it be in me honor tu know the Kingdom will be left in guud hands whoile ah depart on me pilgrimage with Omithiel. Farewell me kin, the halls ov Khaz'a'Dentrumm await us all suun. "

 

 

 

 

 

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[Kardel 1054]

Kardel hears the dwarves speak about age, and looks over himself. His once bronze skin was as pale as the snow surrounding him, and his rusty red hair had turned into a pale silver, more to the like of the hair of high elves than old dwarves.  Kardel though for a while, remembering when he was but a wee beardling, playing with wooden axes with his brothers, and drinking milk pretending it was ale, and then when he was a young energetic dwarf, when he first started learning alchemy, and when he learned how to use a real axe. Now he was 92 seasons old, 644 human years, and but a few of elven years. He smiles through his thick silver mustache, and speaks.

 

"Ah meself, vute fer `Forin Gran'akse ta be king. Forin be da kin uv Valen, an' ah be sure dat 'e will make un great king. Forin be smart, strung, an' un great general, dis 'honor s'uud be 'is en moi opinion"

[Arteh 1837]

"Ah nominate da loikes ov me gran'son! Davern Frostbeard fer da claim tuh da f'rone an' da election."

[Serf 647]

Thoak sits in his manor, or rather the Goldhand's Clanhall alone. Soon later he hears word of Omithiel's pilgrimage to the mountains, and the talk of a new king being elected. Thoak soon brings his hand to his forehead in a slight facepalm in frustration. "Bah, true kings shoold nae be nominated ur 'elected', rat'er 'o true blood." Thoak leans over and spits beside his throne in the manor, and returns to his previous pose and continues talking to himself. "Tae Urguan nation 'ill fall soon enoogh wit' tae Kings swappin' t'rones like nae anythin'."  

[_pok_ 1768]

TwoChinz Greyhammer writes in to the lords, "I NOMINATE MOI'SELF, TWOCHINZ GREYHAMMER!"

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

"Ah nominate da loikes ov me gran'son! Davern Frostbeard fer da claim tuh da f'rone an' da election."

 

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[Moot 1719]

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