Terry

The gray haired dwarf grumbled, shaking his head to his wife. "Couldn't 'ave said it better mehself. Sad teh see. o'I only wish t'ey cut out his tongue as well..."

Ulfric would sigh, shaking his head. "Who knows luv..." He'd say slowly to his wife. "Jus' pray an' hope Garedyn rules in his own way, and not t'at ov others. He knows we're 'ere if 'e needs advice." @Lirinya

"Irony." An older dwed would say, wry smile on his face.

This lari certainly knows da lawr. Excellent post!

Frederick Vladovic would smile upon receiving the invitation, making plans to appear before showing it to his brother. "Need more... formal attire, da?"

Frederick Vladovic would gaze to his brother from their camp on Aevos, holding the missive with a sense of easement. There would be a notion of understanding between the two, before they began making their way towards Eagle's Peak and the County of Aldersberg. "Da, there is work to be done, no?"

Used to always look at @Polysemic's 1.17.1 Mod List post for when I was configuring for Almaris and was praying one would come out for 1.18.2 as I knew I was missing out on a lot of the good mods. Literal life saver, thank you much man!

Greene, whilst never having had the fortune of being close to his grandmothers in his later years, nevertheless felt the pain that came with losing those of whom he cared for and loved. And despite the desire to let out the emotions and the grief, the young man would hold it in, if only to help his sister and family in such a trying time. That being said, once the night had passed and Greene was once again within the walls of his own home, the young man would slip loose his newly acquired Staghelm helmet, the tears of tragedy pouring down his face as this became of a night like many before, restless and full of despair.

Very well written! Good work to everyone who contributed!

15th of Snow’s Maiden, SA 123 April 6th, 2023 ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚺᛁᚷᚺ ᚲᛟᚢᚱᛏᛋ THE TRIAL OF URSUS GRANDAXE ᚨ ᚷᚱᚨᚾᛞᚨᛪᛖ'ᛋ ᚨᚱᚱᚨᛁᚷᚾᛗᛖᚾᛏ No matter the State of our Realm, no matter the revelations found does one thing remain known, that the High Court will never stop on account of our very laws being broken. So, on the matter of Ursus Grandaxe and his first trial’s disruption, the Magistrates Ulfric Frostbeard and Garedyn the Green sought to meet with Ursus, to oversee his retrial of Heathenism, and as such does the High Court reveal its ruling. On the charge of Heathenism in the Second Degree, does the Court find the defendant NOT GUILTY. However, on account of further questioning brought on during the retrial, did the High Court consider a new charge. On account of willingly meeting with enemies of our great Kingdom with the knowledge of such held, does the Court find the following; On the charge of Conspiracy to commit Treason in the Second Degree, does the Court find the defendant GUILTY. He shall be sentenced to five stone-days under house arrest, with further investigation pending. NARVAK OZ URGUAN! Signed, Lord Chancellor of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Magistrate of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan Great-Grandson of Rhewen ‘Papa Bear’ Frostbeard High Prophet of the Da Kirkja Dverga High Chief of Hefrumm Grand Steward and Magistrate of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan

"An' yet, all teh same, Ursus admitted to consorting wit' our enemies. Shameful. Utterly shameful. Half t'ese bloodeh charges won't even stick." Ulfric would say with disgust, before moving on to this home, withdrawing for the day to write some letters.

11th of the Grand Harvest, SA 119 March 11th, 2023 ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛟᚠᚠᛁᚲᛖ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᚺᚨᚾᚲᛖᛚᛚᛟᚱᚤ The Grimbeard Union ᚨ ᚾᛟᛏᛁᚲᛖ ᛟᚠ ᚨ ᚲᛚᚨᚾ ᚢᚾᛁᛟᚾ As per the Grand Council Act, and noted upon recent cooperation between their clans, do the Grimgolds and Frostbeards make these terms known as to better represent their peoples and respective cultures; i. The Grimgold and Frostbeard clans, respectively, do enter into a clan union. ii. May this agreement last ten years, whereas upon expiration shall these clans meet again to discuss renewment, etc. Signed, Lord Chancellor of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Great-Grandson of Rhewen ‘Papa Bear’ Frostbeard Magistrate of The Grand Kingdom of Urguan Guild Lord of the Grimdugan Delvers 3rd Armakak’s Coin of Urguan

16th of the First Seed, SA 120 March 10th, 2023 ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛟᚠᚠᛁᚲᛖ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛁᚱᛟᚾ ᛒᚨᚱᛟᚾᚤ The Taverns are Hiring! ᚺᛁᚱᛁᚾᚷ ᚾᛖᚹ ᛏᚨᚡᛖᚱᚾᚴᛖᛖᛈᛖᚱᛋ The Iron Barons Ealisaid Mossborn and Ulfric Frostbeard are pleased to announce that both the Bearded Lady of Kal’Darakaan and the Sugary *** of Dol’anym are hiring. The Bearded Lady is centralized within Kal’Darakaan, close to markets and homes to ensure both visitors and residents know exactly where to go for a hearty meal and comforting mug of ale. It also offers a fighting pit, as well as several cozy rooms for any potential newcomers to the city! The Bearded Lady seeks any and all Dwarves willing to work the bar and/or kitchen. The Sugary *** is located within the entrance to Dol’anym and extends its culture to both visitors and residents alike. Joined directly to the Hefrumm library, the tavern serves as a stunning heritage site for the forest dwarves and is home to many of their unique drinks such as hearty carrot ale. The Sugary *** seeks Forest Dwarves keen to man the tavern. Send a bird to either Iron Baron if you seek to inquire about the job! Signed, Lord Chancellor of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Great-Grandson of Rhewen ‘Papa Bear’ Frostbeard Ealisaid Mossborn, Iron Baron and Steward of Urguan

Ulfric Frostbeard would nod after receiving the missive, relieved to see the Law upheld by the rightful adjudicators of the Courts. He’d then gaze to nearby portfolios, eyeing other cases to pursue afterwards.

10th of the Grand Harvest, 118 SA February 25th, 2023 ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛟᚠᚠᛁᚲᛖ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛟᚱᛞ ᛃᚢᛋᛏᛁᚲᛁᚨᚱ The High Courts to Investigate Allegations of Assault, Kidnapping, Extortion and Vigilantism Against the Lords of the Aurokanar Clan ᛒᚤ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᛟᚢᚱᛏᛋ, ᛋᚺᚨᛚᛚ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛗᚨᛏᛏᛖᚱ ᛒᛖ ᛋᛖᛏᛏᛚᛖᛞ It has been brought to the attention of the High Courts that instances of dwedmar violence between clans has been instigated, namely between those of the Ireheart and Goldhand clans, respectively. This cannot do. The High Courts fully intend to investigate every allegation tirelessly and effortlessly, until those involved in this terrible act are brought to justice, or the matter settled. With that said, the following crimes shall be investigated thoroughly; Section V.VII: Assault in the Second Degree, by the maiming and goldcasting of the hand of Clan Lord Thalgrim Goldhand Section V.VIII: Kidnapping in the Second Degree, by holding members of the Goldhand clan hostage in the Ireheart Clan Hall, under threat of violence and/or robbery of one Clan Lord Rylanor Goldhand’s cloak until their terms were met. Section IV.III: Attempted Theft in the Fourth Degree, by attempting to dishonorably seize the Goldhand Cloak of Rylanor Goldhand. Section VI.III: Vigilantism in the Third Degree, by the alleged act of Bakir Ireheart taking matters of slander into his own hands instead of the rightful Court of law. The High Courts would like to note however, that these are mere alleged crimes. Any attempt for those to take matters into their own hands or seek retribution for any reason will be met with additional charges without hesitation. Signed, Lord Justiciar of Urguan Grand King Emeritus, Lord Chancellor of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Magistrate of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Great-Grandson of Rhewen ‘Papa Bear’ Frostbeard High Prophet of the Da Kirkja Dverga High Chief of Hefrumm Grand Steward and Magistrate of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan The Honorable, Magistrate of The Grand Kingdom of Urguan Guild Lord of the Grimdugan Delvers. 3rd Armakak’s Coin of Urguan

"Religion," commented a bewildered Frostbeard.

Ulfric would gaze upon the pact with an almost weary look, before signing the pact with a smile.

Somewhere, some place in the lands of Urguan, a Frostbeard grumbled…

23rd of the Amber Cold, 117 SA February 20th, 2023 ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛟᚠᚠᛁᚲᛖ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᛟᚱᛞ ᛃᚢᛋᛏᛁᚲᛁᚨᚱ A New Lord Justiciar ᛟᚾ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚹᛖᛚᚲᛟᛗᛁᚾᚷ ᛟᚠ ᚨ ᚾᛖᚹ ᛃᚢᛋᛏᛁᚲᛁᚨᚱ On this day, the 23rd of the Amber Cold, do I, Ulfric Frostbeard, do step down as Acting Justiciar of the High Courts. As such, and with immediate effect, do the High Courts of Urguan and that of the Grand Kingdom and its citizens, do welcome Thromdrick Irongut as their new Lord Justiciar. May he serve the people well and execute the duties of his new role with diligence and respect of the laws he now upholds. Any of whom wish to serve their Kingdom as an administrator of the Laws of Urguan is encouraged to reach out to Thromdrick by bird! Narvak oz Urguan! Narvak oz Thromdrick! Signed, Grand King Emeritus, Lord Chancellor of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Great-Grandson of Rhewen ‘Papa Bear’ Frostbeard Lord Justiciar of Urguan

As the great Nooblius stated before; Yemekar laughs at the wicked, for he knows their day is coming. And that day comes soon.

Ulfric smiled brightly. "Teh best ov gifts, aye." He'd say, before moving off to find gift ideas with Elly! @Lirinya

THA HARATH GORD KA’AZ “I’m Coming Home Father.” Ulfric, standing atop the mountainous ranges of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, SA 111 In all his life, Ulfric had never been as big a mess than he was now. The loss of Khron’Hundmar, disappearance of close friends and family, the attack of the Undead Dragon in Balian and the state of his clan… all weighed heavily on his mind. Had it not been for the support and care of one or two select individuals, it would be safe to say that Ulfric might’ve gone mad. Even so, the brief return of his grandfather helped ease the mess that was his state of mind. A return to old times, simpler times. Filled of laughs, of family, of duty, a time where things just made sense, where Ulfric didn’t have to worry for he knew he had support no matter where he turned. But alas, this brief return was, in fact, brief, and for all the reasons Ulfric suppressed, for reasons he pushed aside, for reasons he knew were to come eventually whether he liked it or not. The reunion had gone as all reunions go between two close members of family that’d been separated. Hugs, laughs, quips of graying hair and reminiscing. Things of which Ulfric needed, things he missed. But the mood changed, the moment Azkel offered Ulfric his staff. “I remembeh Rhewen, an’ his old cavern home. Eht is yer toime teh carreh on his memoreh and legaceh.” For what felt like eternity, Ulfric stood. He gripped the staff carefully, feeling like even the slightest movement could shatter it, before he’d gaze to his grandfather with a resolute nod. It was from here that Azkel led Ulfric to Ulfric’s home, where Azkel passed his belongings on, from one generation to the next, even that of his most prized. From this point on a feeling of… melancholy, took hold of Ulfric. He was happy to see his grandfather, back and smiling and chuckling and reminiscing, but something gnawed at him, something he did not dare bring up for even he was reveling in his grandfather’s smiles and didn’t dare to end it prematurely. But ended, it did. Not a moment or so after the chuckling and reminiscing died down, did his grandfather speak to him again. “Ulfric, wannae take eh walk wi’ meh befer moi departure?” Ulfric would oblige, reluctantly, and off they went to Tal’Rhewenholm, home of the Frostbeards. They would travel to the top of the ridgeline, to the funeral pyre where Rhewen ‘Papa Bear’ Frostbeard himself, Azkel’s father and Ulfric’s great-grandfather, was sent off to the Halls of Khaz’A’Dentrumm. It was here they sat and spoke for awhile about times past and present. Of the clan, of it’s teachings, of the Kingdom and they’re time together leading it, of Rhewen, and all that they’ve experienced since. Though out of all that was said, one thing Azkel spoke to him stuck. “As Rhewen once spoke teh meh oi now speak teh yeh… It is your turn. Take wo' yeh have learned and add teh eht, yeht neveh tarnish deh historeh of deh Clan. Deh greatest theng aneh Frostbeard can deh is simpleh continue. Nae hardships will matteh sae long as our teachings survoive.” Soon after this, would the conversation near it’s end. Ulfric would ask the one question he wished to avoid asking. “So… w'at will yeh do now? O'I know yeh said yeh'd go back teh meditatin' where Rhewen once did, but es t'at all? Will o'I eveh see yeh ag'in?” All because he knew the answer. “Oi think this spot is as good as aneh teh rest moi eyes… Oi will alwehs beh wi' yeh, jus' as Rhewen has been wi' deh both ehf us. Yeh have learned everething dere is teh learn frum Rhewen en oi. Eht is up teh yeh fer wo' yeh believe is best teh come next.” It was here that Ulfric would gaze up, the beginnings of rain starting to hit his face. He knew what Azkel had meant, even if he tried to tell himself otherwise countless times before. He'd look to his grandfather, offering a smile again, though this one less beaming than the last. “O'I seh. Thank yeh, Azkel… fer everythin'. Et's because ov yeh an' Rhewen t'at o'I'm teh dwed o'I am, an' o'I will alwehs remembeh t'at. O'I'll do everythin' in meh power teh ensure t'at who comes next es wortheh, o'I promise.” It was here that Azkel would remove his bear pelt, one of the few times in his life he’d ever done so, as he went to lay his head back, closing his eyes to be drenched by the downpour. “Oi do love deh rain…” He’d say, before uttering his last words at a whisper, his breathing slowing as he would seem to fall asleep, and as the minutes went by, would continue to do so… until eventually stopping. “Tha harath gord ka’az…” Ulfric, sitting alone-now, atop the ranges of Tal’Rhewenholm, SA 112 To my fellow Dwedmar, With a heavy weight upon my heart, do I regret to announce the passing of Azkel ‘The Scholar’ Frostbeard, on the 14th of The Amber Cold, SA 112. I’ll admit, it took me a long time to write this, too long, infact. I could not find the right words to say… and truthfully, for once in my life I still cannot. There is so much I wish to say, but to write it out would mean confronting what had happened, and I don’t think I’m ready for that, not for awhile at least. Azkel lived a very long life, like his father, Rhewen. Not all of it pretty, and in the end, forgotten as he may have become, I’m beyond happy to have had the time I did with him, to learn from him, from the both of them. When I returned to Urguan all those years ago, I was lost. The Clan I had left all those years before, all but nonexistant. Many an eyebrow was raised when I returned, for not many within the halls of our grand city thought a Frostbeard would return, and from there, it only got worse. I had no inkling of how to run a clan, no idea where to start. A recruiter I was not, still not, to this day. But then, one day, I recall being invited to the tavern. I remember rounding the corner… and there he was. Azkel, the dwedmar who would turn me into who I am today. From that point on, it was a rush. I recall Rhewen returning, and from there, so to did others of the clan, of both sides. Ulrah or not, we came together. I still recall all the clan meetings, of seeing all of us in one room together. If I had to choose, that would be my greatest memory from then. Ferek, Asvi, Bharus, Nardor, Ajax and Bojakk and many more... all of us, together. All thanks to the luck I had for both Azkel and Rhewen to reappear when I, and the clan, needed them most. Given all this though, Azkel never was the most liked. The Kaz’Ulrah Frostbeards, the Irehearts during my reign, such and so forth, all had their reasons, but one cannot deny the work Azkel had done. Of the Remembrancer Guild, of it’s library, of serving our nation as Lord Chancellor despite the dismay of many. I am proud to be of his line, and nothing will ever shake my belief of such. With all that being said, he requested to be sent off to the Halls of Khaz’A’Dentrumm much like his father, Rhewen, and I plan to honor such. The funeral will be open to all, however, if you do attend all I ask for is your respect, or if that fails, atleast give your silence. Grand King Emeritus, Lord Chancellor of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Great-Grandson of Rhewen ‘Papa Bear’ Frostbeard [[To Be Held: Sometime within the next 2 weekends]] “THE FUNERAL OF AZKEL ‘THE SCHOLAR’ FROSTBEARD”

Ulfric’s head hung low, thoughts chaotically rolling around his head as he lived on, leaving more and more great friends, kin and hardworking citizens to the Halls of Khaz’A’Dentrumm before himself. He’d begin wondering now, if longevity was more a curse than a benefit these days, but would open a Grandaxe Rum in Bjorn’s honor all the same.