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[MUSIC] The Horn of the Deep, carved from infernal ivory harvested from the corpse of a foul beast Oliphant, booms in the Halls of Ancient Might, echoing through the valleys under the mountain’s shadow. A rhythmic ringing of hammers against anvils like a pounding drum sounds, followed by the steady thunder of ten thousand marching boots. The Tripartite Accord 11th of the Deep Cold, SA 54 "Dwarves are experts at imperial civil wars," Atandt Irongrinder, remarking to Utak Ireheart during the second Three Month War Your flagrant attempts at conquest have been stifled tenfold. You have tried to make Orenian aggression justified in faith, but have failed to usurp that faith and have only been proven by your kin as a wicked man inspired not by devotion to faith but ambition for domination and dominion. Your attempts to fight the Throngs of Urguan have all been incredible failures, our armies outmaneuvering and seizing victory over you numerous times. What few ‘successes’ that have not slipped from your clumsy control have only been possible in the dead of the Saint’s Night, under the eye of Iblees. You dare defame the proud and ancient might of Urguan’s Folk, calling us secretary of darkness, threaten to take our lands and our people, empty our coffers and even shave the royal beard? You are nothing but a tribe of spoiled, weak-willed and conceited braggarts without cause for pride. Your levies of conscripted thugs you call an army lie broken at the feet of our throng, as water breaks against a cliff-face. You fill yourself with delusions of grandeur, and vainglorious dreams of conquest, yet time and time again have proven to lack both the strength and charisma of the forefathers you shamefully mock in your pathetic mimicry. You have proven consistently to hold no intent for peace. Yet the folk of Urguan, ever merciful even after the constant insult we have been subject to, do not desire your destruction, and our terms are simple. You spoke at your coronation of Total Victory against dwarves, and such words we now return to you. Unconditional Surrender. Turn yourself over to Urguan and you shall be made to right the dishonors and atrocities of Oren in this realm, resolving our grudges, those of our allies, and those of your own people who you have utterly failed. ᚢᛚᚱᛟ-ᚨᚾᚨᚱᛏ'ᚢᚱ'ᚢᚱᚷᚢᚨᚾ Grand King of Urguan, Elder of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen Lord Chancellor, Grand Admiral, High King of Kaz’Ulrah IN THE NAME OF, His Royal Majesty, Vane Freysson Ruric, King of Norland, High Chieftain of the Rurikkid IV JOVEO MAAN His Royal Majesty SIGISMUND III by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, FIDEI DEFENSOR, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera. Gaspard, Count of Blackvale Banjo, The Captain of the Ferrymen, Savior of the Common and Free People, Pillager of Elvenesse, Liberator of Man, The Bringer of Equality, Capturer of the Bastion, Defeater of Racism, Debearder of Grand Kings, Sailor of the Seas, 2x Mr. Almaris, Emperor of the Roads, Heir to Shipman Keep. Soon after the announcement was declared, the scouts of the ISA and travelers would certainly note the great movement of the legions and mercenaries preparing their march to Southbridge, and the gentle trails of smoke from the coalition war camps rise from the valleys. WARCLAIM Wargoal: Conquest of Tile 91 (Cost of 25500 minas) Attackers: Grand Kingdom of Urguan (Lead) Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska The Ferrymen Band Defenders: Holy Orenian Empire Warzone: Sunday, January 2nd, from 4pm to 7pm EST Siege: Southbridge Time TBD

53 S.A. (December 14th, 2021) PACT OF STONE AND SEA SECTION I: This contract stands as the officiation of the deal between the Grand Kingdom of Urguan and The Ferrymen. This deal will expire at a time where deemed fit by both signatories or conditions detailed later within this contract. SECTION II: The Ferrymen shall aid Urguan in the next major global conflict they engage in. Urguan shall pay The Ferrymen 2,000 mina prior to the conflict. For the duration of said conflict the Ferrymen will not attack the Grand Kingdom of Urguan or their other allies in said conflict. The Ferrymen will be given a keep on Urguani territory to operate out of in the future. The Grand Kingdom of Urguan acknowledges the Ferrymen as their own entity whose actions are not representative of Urguan. The Grand Kingdom of Urguan is not obligated to defend the Ferrymen from external troubles after the expiration of this deal. Any attempts to claim the land the Ferrymen reside on will still be considered an invasion of Urguani territory. signed, Banjo, The Captain of the Ferrymen, Savior of the Common and Free People, Pillager of Elvenesse, Liberator of Man, The Bringer of Equality, Capturer of the Bastion, Defeater of Racism, Debearder of Grand Kings, Sailor of the Seas, 2x Mr. Almaris, Emperor of the Roads, Heir to Shipman Keep. Grand King of Urguan, Elder of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen

6th of The First Seed, SA 54 (December 10th, 2021) ᚾᚨᚱᚺ-ᛞᚨ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᚢᛗ'ᚢᚱ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚱᚡᚢᛚ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᛁᛗᛁᚱᚨᛉ PHILIP III: A SHEEP IN WOLF’S CLOTHING ᚡᛖᛚᛖᚱᚨᚴ-ᛟᛉ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚾᛟᚱ'ᚴᚨᛞᚱᛖᛚ'ᚾᚨᚱᚺᛖ “If your three stone days pass and you have not done this, Our soldiers shall advance to the south once more and Our armies will march to set fire to your lands, as they did for eighteen years those centuries ago. Whilst We crush your armies from the north, the Prince of Savoy shall set sail from San Luciano with a fleet that dwarfs your own. The soldiers aboard these galleys shall disembark on your coastline, burning your fields and ridding the world of your stunted people village by village. No quarter will be given to any dwarf, soldier or civilian, encountered by Our gallant countrymen. To paraphrase the great general, Josef Vladov, who defeated your kind at Rhewengrad and in countless other battles: should you fail to accede to these demands and admit your transgressions, the sun will set a final time on perfidious Urguan.” ~ Philip III, 4 Stone Days ago. To Philip III, We are waiting. The Legion of Urguan prepared for your ‘invasion’ and the ‘burning of our villages’, yet you have not shown. We have awaited the ‘fleet of Savoy’ at our Southern border, yet they have not shown. The time given Urguan within your ultimatum has passed, and you still have not shown. Instead, your throne room has been burned, your forces have been slain, and you have remained silent in the empty threats you declared against our great nation. Our legion grows tired of waiting, and I am sure your forces tire of losing against only a fraction of our army in the small squabbles we have had thus far. Urguan’s Folk fear that your inaction may result in yet another violent uprising within your ranks, and we both know Oren cannot survive that. We await your arrival. Narvak oz Urguan, Philip III. signed, Grand King of Urguan, Elder of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen

[!] A depiction of the Orenian Capital, a fire burning long into the night. THE MEN OF MORN & THE COWARDS OF NIGHT Some chose to linger in the shadows of night, fretfully biting at their nails until blood sheds from the tip of their fingers. For these so called men have as much honor as they have triumphs in battles where the odds have been fair. Only as night cracks, do the mentioned men - men of Orenian ilk, come out to take up arms. As their force is about as competent as a barrel of lobsters fighting. They struck Urguan in the early hours of the day, just like the cowards they are, cravens in tin suits to mask their wobbling bellies. Those of honesty, take up arms in the midst of day, just when the rabble of cities surmount. The tides of a snake’s war are about as easy to turn around, about as much as the morning eggs of a Halfling. Hence, the joint forces of Urguan showed up at the front gates of Saint James. It was the Men of the Morn, in great contrast to the Cowards of the Night. Recent history has told the Orenians are certainly men of faith. The good Orenians provided the gateway and keys to their city - literally so. Boots sounded from outside of the city, causing many a man or woman to flee into their homes. With the last door promptly shut, the brave joint forces landed into the yolk of Saint James, standing true and tall at the center of the city. Where one fool, Joseph d’Azor found himself captive and in shackles within seconds. Then again, the turncoat of Oren can only leach onto power, his one capability to shine his shoes, with that smooth brain of his. Expectly, the Cowards of the Night did not take up prestigious, patriotic arms to save their good man. Instead their eyes watched him be taken until the horizon showed him no more, perched shakily upon one of their walls. One capture was not enough for the forces albeit, as they remained in the city - expecting a fight. Was it a war? They thought. Or was it the great pitching of tents? Only those with morsels of valor descended to clash blades with the invading force, to no avail, but at the very least, they fought - as those in war should. Battle ensued for minutes before another staring contest persisted. Yet, the eyes of Orenian men only lingered on the destruction to come, while the joint forces only saw triumph. The Clock Tower would strike nil, as the foreshadowed end of times bestowed itself upon the decaying Empire of Oren. What good soldiers would allow an invasion without a defense? To allow their women and children to flee to their homes, knowing their army to be no more than conscripted lousy, dunces. Torches were tossed against the tower, flames licking the sides, until an uproar of inferno took its entirety. Still, the Orenian soldiers moved less than an inch. Cries took hold of Saint James. Still, the Orenian soldiers moved less than an inch. T'was the end of times to come, the beginning of their own declared end. An Emperor declaring oneself as Emperor. An Emperor declaring his own war. An Emperor declaring his own fate. Narvak oz Urguan, Philip III. Part 3 of 3.

SA 54 (December 8th, 2021) ᚾᚨᚱᚺ-ᛞᚨ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᚢᛗ'ᚢᚱ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚱᚡᚢᛚ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᛁᛗᛁᚱᚨᛉ A RESPONSE TO 'EXCORIATION OF URGUANITES' ᚡᛖᛚᛖᚱᚨᚴ-ᛟᛉ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚾᛟᚱ'ᚴᚨᛞᚱᛖᛚ'ᚾᚨᚱᚺᛖ To the Usurper ‘Emperor’ of Oren, The Dwarves of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan do not care for your petty attempts at feigning righteousness. You can save your sly remarks and passive-aggressive chatter for ‘your’ new citizens, as who knows how long it will be before yet another forceful uprising presents itself at your feet. Let us correct your decree, as we Dwarves have lived through the events that you can only read about in history books. Before we continue on in correcting your falsities, let it be known that we, Urguan’s Folk, deny any demands made by your ‘Empire’ upon our people. The only further political correspondence we shall accept is the presentation of Ser Duncan to our Lord Justicar to be tried within Urguani Court for the breach of our previous Non-Aggression Pact and the Attempted murder of 2 Urguani Legionnaires. If such is not presented to us, the Dwedmar are prepared for war. We understand that you must attempt to slander our name as ‘Anti-Canonist Heathens’ and make this out to be a ‘Holy War’ to garner much needed support from other Canonist nations, yet it has become rather obvious to everyone besides yourself that the Grand Kingdom has always been accepting of all religions within our halls. The fuss created over our canonist vassals and your ‘DEMAND’ for us to never allow such to happen again truly shows that you cannot realize that the true problems lay within your walls, not ours. The ‘Empire’ of Oren has proven itself to be an egregious place to live to the point where numerous previous vassals have fled your fields to instead be within ours. You attack us as a host nation because you know that your treatment of vassal states has been so horrific that they would rather live with the ‘heathens’ than a ‘pure canonist nation’ such as your own. To any who continue to believe this war is about religion, please walk through Urguan’s realm and behold the diverse religious groups living within Urguani land. There is no further explanation needed for such a blatant falsity, as anyone can see its sole purpose is to garner support. Need we also remind you that we, the ‘secretaries of Iblees’, were the ones who locked him away in the first place? Regardless of your own beliefs on religion it is clear your knowledge of history is lacking, as you have forgotten the facts of the 18 Years’ War. While yes, Orenian forces managed to siege a rapidly built fort on the edge of our territory, you have forgotten the tales of your ancestors fleeing back within their borders after realizing the Grand Empire began to push back. You have forgotten the tales of the Siege of Kal’Ordholm, where your ancestors failed to even breach the outermost wall of the Dwarven Fortress before being entirely eradicated by Urguani forces. You have forgotten the tales of the Siege of Khro’Nogaak, where your ancestors’ forces were burned alive the second they touched the walls of the fortress. You have forgotten the White Peace rapidly declared by your ancestors the second they realized they were losing. While your ancestors have long passed since the realm of Vailor, we Dwed continue to live on to this day. The same Dwed who designed those impenetrable fortresses of the past have further perfected their craft to this day. The same legionnaires who have witnessed the death of loved ones by Orenian hands live on to this day. The same Grand Kingdom which has defeated and conquered your ‘Empire’ lives on to this day. Should you and your ‘Empire’ wish to declare war on the Grand Kingdom, remember that history repeats itself, and it is not on your side. Narvak oz Urguan, Philip III. signed, Grand King of Urguan, Elder of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen

[!] A painting made by a Dwarf, with the mountains of Urguan seen in the background. A CONCISE VICTORY In this third month of the War of the Wigs, a chapter has come to a close. Urguan spends their time celebrating one of many victories that they have earned when news reaches the halls of Kal'Darakaan of treachery within the Empire. The Emperor of Oren, Philip II has vanished without a trace and in his place, a usurper has risen. In addition to plotting to overthrow the Orenian government and previous Emperor, they have sided with their fellow usurpers to the South. The once peaceful hamlet of Sutica, that was defended by all of Arcas against Oren, fell to the same underhanded peoples that now lay claim to the Holy Orenian Empire. With this fact in mind, they have perpetrated the honor war between Urguan and Oren. Due to this, we see no purpose in continuing a war against those who had not transgressed against us. Therefore with the capitulation of the 8th Empire of Oren, the Grand Kingdom claims victory in this short but brutal war. Philip II, much like myself, had led our people with our heads raised high with both honor and pride, but one cannot yet say the same for his so-called successor. This is not the way we wished nor expected the war to end, but these discrepancies must be attended to all the same. Because of the power vacuum caused by the previous Emperor’s disappearance, there is only one certainty that the future holds. The sons and daughters of Urguan shall remain steadfast come whatever may happen. And as such, will not stand aside while aggressions are made to our kin from this new Empire. If the usurper of Philip II wishes to come to the lands of the Grand Kingdom, then he will be met with full retaliation in accordance with his transgression. If he wishes to remain in his new city and begin an era of peace between our folk, then we will accept that with open arms after seeing all grudges settled. Therefore as of this missive, I, Grand King Ulfric Frostbeard, of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, proclaim victory over Philip II in the War of the Wigs. What comes next is to be decided by he who’d take advantage of the power vacuum, be that Philip III, or any other ambitious Umri who have not yet felt the wrath of Dungrimm. But until then, we shall remain dormant with our victory. To whoever manages to take Oren by the horns and lead them the way their predecessor did, we Dwedmar shall fervently await their response. Narvak oz Urguan. signed, Grand King of Urguan, Elder of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen Jarl of Dol’Gorix, Lord of Clan Ireheart, Orcs Bane, Professional Wig Snatcher

Grand King Ulfric would be off at some unknown cabin in the mountains, in-between the writing and receiving of many letters. After dispatching more letters to his Grand Marshal and Commanders, he'd stop, having taken his only break of the night. It was during this time, that a loud and anxious knocking came from his front door, much different from the usual. "Simply another courier," he thought, though it only took a second for him to realize that this dwed bore a different letter than the rest. It was with this that he quickly took the letter, newfound energy seemingly manifesting itself within him, and took to reading it. He'd give it a once-over, then another, and another. He'd smile to himself afterwards, saying only three words. "So, et begins."

13th of the First Seed, SA 53 (December 2nd, 2021) ᚾᚨᚱᚺ-ᛞᚨ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᚢᛗ'ᚢᚱ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚱᚡᚢᛚ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᛁᛗᛁᚱᚨᛉ FROM THE OBSIDIAN THRONE ᚡᛖᛚᛖᚱᚨᚴ-ᛟᛉ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚾᛟᚱ'ᚴᚨᛞᚱᛖᛚ'ᚾᚨᚱᚺᛖ To the Holy Orenian Emperor; No monarch who has an ounce of wisdom would say that they despise peace and prosperity, any good leader knows to pursue it over unneeded conflict. However despite this, when our diplomats reached out to you regarding the conflict that has been brewing, we were insulted and had been refused the acknowledgement of the grievances. This is not a mutual misunderstanding, it was an unnecessary attack on dwarven folk, unprovoked by the ISA. If there were any supposed events leading up to the drawing of weapons on dwarven travelers, then surely we would have been informed prior. Instead, it appears to myself and my council that alleged pre-existing threats by Irehearts are only brought up as a pathetic excuse to justify bloodlust enacted on young dwarves. Now, we face letters defaming our treatment of our vassals, accusing us of attacking the good Canonist Church, and the rousing of a reserve army when not even a denouncement nor grudge has yet been published by Urguan. These are lies, fabrications laid out to manipulate our neighbors into thinking our Grand Kingdom has gone stark and now attacks random civilians, both of our nation and yours. Many of our vassals have independently spoken out against your words, insulted that you would call them prisoners to an evil empire. This will not do. Our terms are simple and as follows; i. TURN OVER the Duncan who led the assault on our dwarves for a fair trial under the Mountain, ii. APOLOGIZE for the actions of hostility against Urguan, the defamation of our honored name to the world, the brazen violation of our pact by ordering attacks on travelers, the banishment of dwarves from Oren, and the rousing now of an army in preparation to attack us. iii. PAY to the Obsidian Vault a sum of 3000 minas to pay for the costs incurred by the events transpired, a fine for denying previous attempts of diplomacy. However, I know the pride of a ruler to be great, my own likewise to yours, and as such offer a secondary solution if you do not wish to surrender. If you are adamant on settling this on the battlefield, but would prefer not to drag the entirety of Almaris into our feud, than I propose an HONOR WAR OF OREN AND URGUAN, so that no other neighbor shall suffer the chaos and for us to settle our dues with blood and steel. I await your response, Philip II. Narvak oz Urguan. signed, Grand King of Urguan, Lord of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen

PACT OF STONE AND SPEAR Signed the 14th of The Amber Cold, SA 51 The Grand Kingdom of Urguan and the County of Middelan, hereby referred to as the 'signatories', agree to these terms as follows: SECTION I: The Grand Kingdom of Urguan formally recognizes the County of Middelan. SECTION II: The Grand Kingdom of Urguan grants the peoples of Middelan ten acres of Dwarven land near the Eastern Fleet of Almaris, on which they may settle and build their own keep. SECTION III: The County of Middelan offers its levymen to secure the safety within the borders of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, abiding by the Law of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan outside of their designated territory. SECTION IV: The County of Middelan and the Grand Kingdom of Urguan shall enter a peace treaty for the entire duration Middelan is located upon Dwarven grounds. Therefore, the County of Middelan shall not bear hostilities towards the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, her vassals and protectorate states. SECTION V: The County of Middelan shall not perform any acts of diplomacy that goes against the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. SECTION VI: The County of Middelan maintains complete autonomy, and the ability to do her own diplomacy, be it hostile or neutral, unhindered by the Grand Kingdom of Urguan within reason of Section V. SECTION VII: The Grand Kingdom of Urguan and the County of Middelan shall meet every stone month to discuss resigning of the Pact and it's sustainability there of. (Nov. 22nd, 2021) Signed, Grand King of Urguan, Lord of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen Gaspard van Aert, Count of Middelan

13th of the First Seed, SA 50 (November 12th, 2021) ᚾᚨᚱᚺ-ᛞᚨ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᚢᛗ'ᚢᚱ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚱᚡᚢᛚ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᛁᛗᛁᚱᚨᛉ A MISSIVE TO ALL OF URGUAN ᚡᛖᛚᛖᚱᚨᚴ-ᛟᛉ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚾᛟᚱ'ᚴᚨᛞᚱᛖᛚ'ᚾᚨᚱᚺᛖ To My Fellow Dwedmar and fine Folk of the Grand Kingdom: It is with a heavy heart that I, Grand King Ulfric Frostbeard, announce that the Grand Kingdom, upon the release of this missive, shall begin preparing on a nation-wide level for confrontation with our enemies, be it whoever dares to stand in our way. With such an announcement however, I must stress it’s reasoning. For as long as I can remember, the Grand Kingdom of Urguan had been a sight to behold. The Legion was thriving, our guilds and halls filled with hardworking and determined folk, our taverns filled to the brim with ale and dwed, laughing and shouting until the day was done. We were respected, as we respected those we deemed respectable. No longer. It is clear now that those around us view the Grand Kingdom differently nowadays. They believe we are weak, disjointed, unorganized, and unfit to contend on that of an international scale. They believe they can slight us and get away with it. This missive will see fit to disprove them all. The Grand Kingdom will no longer stand to be insulted as it has been recently, and will no longer stand to watch grudges go unwritten and unpunished. However, as we look inwards to the Kingdom, in the midst of revitalization, we will require every able-bodied citizen to do their part. Therefore, I call upon the Grand Council, to assist and help pass our act on vassal reform. I call upon our guilds, to properly prepare and be ready to maintain that which will be deemed needed soon, and lastly, I call upon the common folk of our Grand Kingdom. See what you can do to better prepare yourself and the Grand Kingdom for the arrival of our enemies. Narvak oz Urguan. Grand King of Urguan, Lord of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen

“Hmph.” Ulfric would grumble, before crumpling the paper and standing, then slamming one of his fists onto the desk.

Grand King Ulfric Frostbeard would drop his bottle of ale upon hearing the roar echo into his Chambers. He'd hop up from his letter-writing to the Kal'Darakaan Miners Coach and look around almost frantically for the Book of Grudges, smiling upon finding it, and making sure it was open by the time Jorvin Starbreaker made his way to him. "o'I 'eard teh news. She beh readeh an' waitin', let's wroite." He'd smirk, then whistling for the Lord Justiciar to join them. @TheFirstShroom

20th of the Sun's Smile, SA 48 (November 1st, 2021) ᚾᚨᚱᚺ-ᛞᚨ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᚢᛗ'ᚢᚱ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚱᚡᚢᛚ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᛁᛗᛁᚱᚨᛉ AN AMENDMENT TO THE ARTICLES ᚡᛖᛚᛖᚱᚨᚴ-ᛟᛉ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚾᛟᚱ'ᚴᚨᛞᚱᛖᛚ'ᚾᚨᚱᚺᛖ To My Fellow Dwedmar and fine Folk of the Grand Kingdom: As stated per Article II, Section I - 5, “the Grand King shall hold authority over Sections II & III of Article II to change at his discretion in accordance with his supreme authority over the Royal Offices and Guilds.” It is with this statement that I, Grand King Ulfric Frostbeard, 33rd Grand King of Urguan, hereby exercise such authority to make three Amendments to Article II, Section II - The Royal Offices, and one Amendment to Article II, Section III - The Royal Guilds, of which will be detailed below and implemented upon the release of this missive: In Regards to Article II, Section II - The Royal Offices: To be Added: 6. Let there be the Eye of Ogradhad, magical advisor to the King. 7. Let there be the Gamesmaster, overseer of the Grand Arena and organizer of games there within. To be Removed: 3. Let there be the Grand Architect, head of all infrastructure. *Personal note from the King: Regarding the position of Grand Architect, I plan to pursue new approaches to the position and it's duties in the future, so the position should not be gone for long. In Regards to Article II, Section III - The Royal Guilds To be Removed: The Omithiel Institute Further changes may be made in the future, pending review. Narvak oz Urguan Grand King of Urguan, Lord of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen

Constructive criticism, I do not see. That aside, and as someone who knows you BD, don't feel discouraged by this. If anything, use it as further inspiration. You do a lot for this server despite problems and setbacks you’ve faced, and if we were to lose you, we’d all be the lesser for it. I cannot comment on the piece personally as I’m too smooth brain, (don’t oft read pieces I wouldn’t see my character use,) but I’m sure with some reworks and other small changes you’d make a fine piece. You got this brotha. And if not this I’m certain you’ll use what you’ve gathered from this to come up with something even cooler 😤

Grand King Ulfric Frostbeard would chuckle at the missive's title as it was sent to his desk, picking it up and reading it as he walked around the palace. "T'at land was neveh yers teh begin wit'. Nae official deal, nae official record ov et. Yeh 'old nae claim teh et, nor d'yeh even use et fer anythin' besoides bloodeh storage." He'd practically spit out the word 'storage', before sighing and bridging his nose. He'd then walk over to his chair at his desk, opting to take a seat, withdrawing a cigar in the process. "Funnileh enough, o'I didn' even know t'at factory belonged teh yeh folk. But t'is response all but confirms mah suspicions. Funneh theng too, yeh 'ave blatantly ignored mah attempt teh peacefulleh settle t'is, an' yet you send t'is ultimatum teh meh? Say ah meetin' can beh arranged ef necessareh..." Ulfric would scoff. "o'I've offehed teh simpleh move yeh, er meet an' rework w'ateveh deal yeh were given, but nae, yeh've opted teh leap forward an' send an' ultimatum ov all bloodeh thengs. A shame, fer yeh ded meh ah solid nae long ago Banjo, an' o'I was lookin' teh do yeh one as well, in return." He'd opt to stand back up, turning to look back over the Throne Room. "Weh can speak ov t'is, but mah patience es thin. T'ere es nae reason teh warrant such ah response teh t'is, especialleh so given teh opportunites ov resolvin' t'is t'at 'ave been given. Onleh question es 'ow teh get mah response back teh yeh..." He'd then turn and write his response, before yelling for a dwarven courier. "Return t'is where yeh found et, an' pray et foinds et's way back teh from whence et came." Ulfric would then turn, pouring himself a drink and returning to his other writing.

For however little time we played or talked, it was a pleasure. Godspeed my good sir o7

What, y'all don't like the patented Dwarven 3-Layer cake? C'monnn.

Grand King Ulfric Frostbeard would read the missive as it was delivered to him, in his royal quarters. He'd give it a curious glance, before placing it at his side and departing his quarters, to the Council Chamber. There, he would withdraw his pipe, packing it as he had plenty of times before. Upon lighting it, he'd take a seat on the Obsidian Throne, now withdrawing the missive. It was here where he'd finally give it a full read. And then he'd read it again, and again. "Azdromoth..." He'd hiss to himself, the word stinging his mind as his thoughts raced back to the election, "Draakopf." He'd stand, crumpling the missive. He'd walk forward and place his hands on the podium. "And when I have finished my work I will look to the East,” he'd repeat to himself, before looking to the vast expanse of the Council floor. "I pray teh the Brathmordakin t'at yeh look teh the East and yeh look well, Archdrakaar. The khazadmar are not simply ah race ov which will beh bullied an' tormented bah teh loikes ov yeh. Weh 'ave faced t'at ov which questioned teh vereh existence ov our folk, an' 'ave survived by teh skin ov our backs an' blood ov our peoples. Yeh may 'ave whispehed 'oneyed words an' sweet nothin's teh Draakopf an' attempted teh turn Urguan t'rough 'im, but o'I stand 'ere now as proof t'at weh are nae upended easileh." He'd hiss, banging the podium with a burly fist. He'd then turn, moving to sit back atop the Obsidian Throne. "Teh Gran' Kingdom will beh readeh. o'I will beh readeh, an' may Dungrimm bless teh Khazadmar an' et's peoples when yeh arroive."

Grand King Ulfric Frostbeard would read the missive as it crossed his desk. He'd eye it over once before placing it down and retrieving a hearty brew from one of his barrels in the palace. "Inaction en action..." He'd state, swirling his brew in a frosted goblet gifted to him upon his coronation. "Ef yeh truleh wish teh halt teh destruction of yer peoples..." He'd then walk over to his chair, placing his drink down and withdrawing a pipe. "Do something' about' et... but beh wary ef yeh t'enk Urguan will nae respond teh t'ose t'at t'enk t'ey can meddle en our peoples' affairs. All our peoples." He'd then place the missive to the side, a reminder in the event it must be brought up once more in the future. He'd return to his night of drinking and smoking.

13th of the Amber Cold, SA 46 (October 18th, 2021) ᚾᚨᚱᚺ-ᛞᚨ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᚢᛗ'ᚢᚱ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚱᚡᚢᛚ-ᚾᚨᚴᚺᛁᛗᛁᚱᚨᛉ A MANDATE OF REFORM ᚡᛖᛚᛖᚱᚨᚴ-ᛟᛉ-ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚾᛟᚱ'ᚴᚨᛞᚱᛖᛚ'ᚾᚨᚱᚺᛖ To My Fellow Dwedmar and Fine Folk of Urguan: In the ancient realms of centuries past, the dwarven lords met in council to discuss the future of their kingdom under the lead of Under-King Thorik Grandaxe. They saw a future for Urguan beyond its centralized capital hold, where yrrommar and friends of the Brathmordakin, beardless as they may be, should share in the wide lands of the kingdom. It was in this council that a dream was born, and the future of all dwarfdom determined; the Grand Kingdom. From that point on- with few short eras of exception- the Grand Kingdom would endure as the primary dwarven faction. With the Grand Kingdom’s presence, the world would be ensured its traditions of order, creation and honor, and most certainly those residing within were chief among its protection and allies in its fight for civilization. In the realm of Arcas there were few beyond the dwedmar alone in such a grand fight, but it is with great pride that I gaze upon the mountains and their shadows cast over a prosperous realm of numerous peoples, united through a common investment in the lands. But there is no denying the fact that there are few who feel respected beyond the order of tenant and landlord, few who feel pride in the sacred standard of the orange and gray. It has come to my attention of the desire for a reform of our vassalage system at its most basic roots, a desire which I share vision in. Whilst I cannot yet divulge much of what has been worked on so far, I shall say that it is my hope that I can reveal a new system which shall include all those that call Urguan their home in some fashion. A system which rewards those that work hard, and gives proper assistance to those who may need it. With this said, l see fit to call for a Grand Assembly, the likes of which I expect will show how dedicated we are to the Grand Kingdom as a whole, dwedmar and yrrommar, all citizens of the empire. Here all shall be welcome to share the vision for a new system of the Grand Kingdom, to determine the future cooperation and management of its realm. Narvak oz Urguan Narvak oz Brathmordakin Grand King of Urguan, Lord of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen OOC:

IGN: Terry_23 RP NAME: Ulfric Frostbeard AGE: 250+ ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Clan Father, Lord Justiciar, Legion, Home Owner (Legion, Guild, Home Owner, Clan List) CANDIDATE: Ulfric Frostbeard

Ulfric Frostbeard would sigh as he looked over the council room. He knew what was coming, and knew he was prepared for it. He bid his kin farewell, hoping he would see him very soon, and started to get to work.

Username: Terry_23 Name: Ulfric Frostbeard Age: 249 Are you a citizen of Urguan?: Yes Are you of Urguan’s Folk? (A Dwarf/Honorary): Dwarf

MC Name: Terry_23 Character Name: Ulfric Frostbeard Contest(s) you wish to enter: Dungrimm and Combat, Day Three Are you a citizen of Urguan or one of Urguan’s Vassals? If so, which one: Citizen of Urguan

AN EXPANSION OF THE HIGH COURTS: THE INVESTIGATIVE BRANCH With recent breaches to the Articles of Urguan seen and tried by the High Courts, the Lord Justiciar has seen fit to install an investigative branch to his courts. While the Legion is a force tasked with upholding Urguan’s laws, they are also responsible for the overall protection of Urguan and its vassals. With their vast list of responsibilities and recent declaration of war, the High Courts find that their own branch of enforcement and investigation shall be required to uphold the Articles in their entirety. Investigators of the High Courts are individuals and/or groups who have been hand chosen by the Lord Justiciar, answering directly to him through the powers given to the High Court in the approved Articles of Urguan. These individuals do not compose the nation’s military force, rather they are specialists in investigation with the sole task of investigating and enforcing breaches to the Articles of Urguan. Despite their task of upholding the Articles, they, like all citizens of Urguan, are still bound by its laws. If anything, they are to be kept on a higher pedestal. If any investigators are witnessed breaching the Articles, report such directly to the Lord Justiciar. SECTION I: THE POWERS OF THE BRANCH While the Investigators are required to operate within the Articles, said individuals are allowed some leeway with permission from the Lord Justiciar. The powers of the Investigative Branch are listed below: THE Investigators shall answer directly to the Lord Justiciar. They are an extension of the High Courts, and shall be independent of any national guard. THE Investigators are permitted to stop and question individuals suspected of breaking Urguani law. They are not allowed to use force, unless in self-defense. THE Investigators may legally search property with the signed approval of the Lord Justiciar in the form of a warrant. If an Investigator believes a crime is actively occurring, they may break in without said warrant. If no crime is actively occurring, said Investigator may be charged in accordance with the Articles. THE Investigators shall collect evidence rather than directly arrest individuals. Once enough evidence is collected, said Investigators shall inform the Lord Justiciar to conduct a trial. During such, it is the job of the Investigators to prove a defendant’s guilt. THE Investigators will typically be given tasks, yet are permitted to freely investigate any possible breach of the Articles. SECTION II: AUTHORIZED INVESTIGATORS Authorized Investigators can be recognized by a certificate signed by the Lord Justiciar. If such a document is not on one’s person, they are not authorized to act as an investigator. Signed, Grand King of Urguan, Lord Justiciar of Urguan, Lord of Clan Frostbeard, Thane of Rhewenholm, Great-Grandson of Rhewen