A Gift For The Grand King

[PtahWithin 1320]

Ptah Remneal lies immobile on a bed in the Ministry facility, comatose with his colleagues surrounding him. Elsewhere, a rather brutish looking man sits in the corner of the busy Golden Drake Inn. The door opens, and a man of a similar disposition enters, going up to the first.

 

"No mail. The booker's got to be feeding the worms now."

 

"That's what the instructions were, yeah. A whole half a year and no letter... lets go then."

 

The two stand, and walk out of the Inn, lighting a torch and heading off into the night. They travel down the road and across a bridge, onto old overgrown ruins: the former construction site of the Ministry University. Setting up some light, they grab some shovels leaned up against a pillar and begin to dig a hole in the courtyard.

 

 

The next day, Grand King Dizzy Irongrinder is in council with his Lords at Kal'Ithrun when a Legion Soldier approaches. Two humans have arrived bearing a cart, upon which sits a large wooden box. They have a letter as well, and Dizzy takes it and breaks the seal.

 

 

To Grand King Thorin Grandaxe or whoever his successor may be,

 

This note should arrive in your hands only if I, Ptah Remneal, Preeminent Savant of the Ministry of Contemplation, have met an untimely end or have been captured by the Northern Foe. I instructed my two associates to only deliver the gift and this letter if they did not receive my periodical letter that comes every half a year. I came upon this gift when an old friend of mine, Floop Lightforge, deigned to join the Ministry and decided to place it under my own ownership. He disappeared soon after, and I do not have the arts as he did to use it. Therefore, I have willed it that upon my death or my capture which would likely lead to something worse than death, that the Kingdom of Urguan shall receive this gift as a sign of goodwill from myself and the Ministry of Contemplation.

 

If it is Thorin Grandaxe who reads this letter, I would like to thank you greatly for the contributions you have made in monetary and economic support towards the Ministry, and that is in no small part why I have chosen to have this gift handed over to you.

 

If it is another, then I hope that you shall see this act in as positive a light as Thorin Grandaxe would have. Consider that perhaps support for my successor and the Ministry of Contemplation may result in future instances of cooperation and goodwill from the Ministry to the Kingdom.

 

Contemplate all,

-Ptah Remneal

 

 

Dizzy, intrigued, orders the cart brought to him. The two men step aside, and two Legion Soldiers take out pry-bars and tear open the large wooden crate.

 

Revealed within is the lost White Anvil of Golemancy, pristine white and illuminated by the torches of the chamber.

[Dreek 1633]

Lord Dreek Ireheart's mouth falls open, agape.

[Dizzy771 900]

*The Grand King marvels at the beauty of the anvil before him, over joyed at the return of such a valuable artifact. He turns to the pair who delivered the message and the anvil*

 

"For dis ah give me t'anks tu t'a ministry, long 'ave we sought t'a return o-our 'istory an dis act o-goodwill has shed positive loight on our friends at t'a ministry. Ah understand t'a 'esitance ye may 'ave 'ad tu return such a valuable artifact tu us, but I assure ye we much appreciate it. I am sure dat t'a friendship between t'a Grand Kingdom and t'a ministry shall bloom, ah look forward tu any further correspondents  Ah may even 'ave a few o-me own scholars come tu discuss knowledge wit' ye"

[Josh3738 3137]

"Tha' all dree then?"

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*The Paragon flips is arms into the air bellowing in angered by his nemesis Floop Lightforge's stolen property.*

"FAWKIN' CALLED DAT! 'AS BEEN FAWKIN 'ALF A DWARVISH YEAR! AN' WEH FOINALLY GOT 'ER!"

[Tethras 278]

Farren chuckles merrily whilst he glances at his fellow dwarves.

 

"Dance! Drink! Enjoy! For today is a day of feasting, finally our sacred relic has been returned! It seems Yemekar still favours us! Glory to the Brathmordakin... An may tu' Ministry ever live.... We should give them a gift of equal value for returning this most holy relic to us...."

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

Meanwhile, dwarves cheer, as the giant shiny white piece of metal is returned. Ellsia still wants high elf head though.

Bowman waits on a smithy to put it

[Zezimus 1523]

Morgrim Grandaxe, now a newly appointed member of the Dwarven Clergy, looks on as the anvil is carried into the throne room, an expression of bewilderment upon his face. Suddenly however, a wide grin begins to form beneath his beard.

"Well, t'at's wun less ov t'ose buggahs weh'll 'ave tuh recovah... 'urrah ah say! N' yet but wut ov t'e 'oigh Elgus?"

[Lefty 1696]

Morgrim Grandaxe, now a newly appointed member of the Dwarven Clergy, looks on as the anvil is carried into the throne room, an expression of bewilderment upon his face. Suddenly however, a wide grin begins to form beneath his beard.

"Well, t'at's wun less ov t'ose buggahs weh'll 'ave tuh recovah... 'urrah ah say! N' yet but wut ov t'e 'oigh Elgus?"

Igor Ireheart looks at Morgrim, giving him a stern look, he looks back at the dwarves cheering then back at Morgrim, he walks over to Mogrim and whispers into his ear

 

"Fer now, beh 'appeh n' rejoice as weh 'ave regained a 'unce lost relic ov' ours, teh 'oigh elgus bastards will beh dealt wit', wit' 'er wit'out force."

[TEEbrown 348]

"Fawkin' frow it into th' vault, 'n never let it out! We ain't losin' it again!"

[Lago 2572]

"Because et'll be real useful behoid three metres of iron, won't et?"

[Dreek 1633]

"Aye!"

[Moot 1719]

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