The Returning Of Dwarven History

[Arkelos 1027]

A stout Dwarf would walk his way calmly to the throne room, where, carrying a written note in hand, looks up to the King of Urguan.

“Yer majesteh, Ah ‘ave a letta frum someun’ named Kyral Rilann, ‘er messenger said it beh fer yer eyes onleh, as it pertains to ‘he historeh o’ ‘he Dwarven koind.” he clears his throat quietly, eyes locked upon the King as he walks up, he appears unarmed and hands him the letter.

Upon opening the letter, it would read..

 

“Your majesty Dizzy Irongrinder,

It has come to my attention that plenty has changed in my twenty years that I have been gone, but allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Kyral Rilann, formerly the Imperial Queen Kyral Horen Hightower, Former Queen of the Human Nation of Salvus/Kingston, Former Queen of the Asulonian-Dwarven Alras, Former Queen of the Asulonian-Dwarven Aeroch Nor.

If you do not know, while the Mighty Paragon, Kjell Ireheart/Stormhammer had been on the throne as ruler, as well as Heibe Irongut and Valen Grandaxe, I had ruled Aeroch nor under the protection and support of the Dwarven banners under the traditions that state recognition within the former Dwarven lands.

That being said, I then began to expand my land and claims around it in order to become a comparable sized Kingdom to the Dwarves. I was successful in every claim of land I had, having done most of my work through non-violent means and with peaceful talks.

Now, I know not of the fate of the Goldhands, but I had purchased the wartorn lands of Alras from Gulroid Goldhand for exchange for some of Aeroch nor’s land and coin so they would be closer to their Kin, while Alras would still maintain a neutral stance as it has throughout the annals of its impressive history.

If it was not for that storm and the Lysistratians that tore Aeroch Nor apart, I believe that to this date, it could have become restored to its former glory, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Now, before I go on a long winded rant, of which I’m slightly known for, I am to inform you of the following.

The debt to the Goldhands was never finished, and I wish to find any remaining Goldhands to speak with upon this matter so that they may inherit the Mina when the time comes. Land or no land, I intend to pay this debt off with time. If there are no remaining Goldhands, it will go evenly to the governmental foundations of the Kingdom.

 

On my possession, I carry the Crowns of Alras and Aeroch Nor, “Relics” I call them, of Dwarven history, as they are from the era where the Dwarves had called themselves an “empire”. I wish for their safety, and I do not believe they would remain safe within my possession. They are to be returned to Urguan.

I seek to speak with you when possible, inform your lords, as they should also be there to talk. I await your response with eager eyes and ears.

 

-Signed, Written and copied by Kyral Rilann-”

The Dwarf would wait, looking up towards the king as he says “‘er messenger is outsoide, I dunnae know ‘im su ah took ‘he letter frum ‘im ta ye. Shall ah send ‘im off?” he looks up, awaiting a response.

 

(( Sidenote - Only the Dwarven lords would be able to read this letter, as well as Dizzy, I'm just making sure he can see this at his leisure.))

[Aislin 4354]

((The Crown of Alras was buried with Aislin Hightower))

[Arkelos 1027]

((The Crown of Alras was buried with Aislin Hightower))

((Different Alrasian Crown. No more OOC here, PM me if you must.))

[Dizzy771 900]

*The Grand King sends back a letter*

 

"Greetings Kyral Rilann, I have read your message and what you have to say. The matter would best be solved in person if you may, please come to Kal'Ithrun and meet with the lords and myself"

 

((IG on this thread or in PM's on forums doesn't matter. Up to you))

[Arkelos 1027]

Kyral smiles at her messenger, paying the coin as she sends him back with one more letter.

 

"If Kjell is not a lord, I would also request his presence if he wouldn't mind." the letter would simply state, Kyral grinning to herself from the Chapel of the Delver's base.

 

"You'll be returned soon, my beauties, its sad to see you go, but I must not have you around me, power corrupted me before and i will not have anymore political power." Kyral would say to the crowns, smiling sheepishly, and until the day came, she would wait at the chapel, smiling widely.

 

((We shall be discussing the time and date oocly, Lords and Kjell, please contact Dizzy OOCly with the best time for you past Saturday this week, as I will be quite busy until then.))

[Hiebe 2493]

Hiebe Irongut in deep meditation near the magical stone called the Kal Verak, slowly opens his eyes. He feels upon the winds of magic a.... disturbance. He grabs his chest as another attack upon his heart happens and his brothers surround him. He waves them off to go back and guard the tunnel to the stone.

 

"Well.... fawk" Hiebe slowly mutters. Its been awhile since he has seen the surface and now packs his bags to see his kin that have moved to Storm's Crossing.

 

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[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Hiebe Irongut in deep meditation near the magical stone called the Kal Verak, slowly opens his eyes. He feels upon the winds of magic a.... disturbance. He grabs his chest as another attack upon his heart happens and his brothers surround him. He waves them off to go back and guard the tunnel to the stone.

 

"Well.... fawk" Hiebe slowly mutters. Its been awhile since he has seen the surface and now packs his bags to see his kin that have moved to Storm's Crossing.

 

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Bael strokes Hiebe's head. "It beh okay, ah be 'ere fer yeh."

[Dilara(lotteje13) 227]

((:I you must have one of the fake crowns then if you have a so called "crown of alras"))

[Lago 2572]

Barvek, prior to his demise at the hands of the Carrion Raiders on the shores of Gallmore, once had seven Alrasian crowns in his forge room. In truth, they were but replicas, "fakes" if you will, but this is true of any crown. It is gold and iron, carbarum and fabric. It is just a thing. Yet the dwarven armies descended on the ruins of Karik for the old Crown of Urguan, and many died at the hands of the fell wyrms that lurked there. In the human lands, there is usually a new crown for a new monarch. A crown is a thing. The Crown is a symbol.

 

Be it relic or replica, if the people believe in the crown, then the crown has power. If they do not, then it is just a fancy hat.

[Moot 1719]

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