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    Xob Wobson, Mjoruk'Duhr
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  1. OOC : PURPOSE - Read First TO THE BLOOD OF FRANKTIR A MISSIVE TO THE TRIBES - AGE OF THE SEA-PEOPLES XLIII [!] Depiction of Katutigernos, First High Chieftain of The Franks [!] Two versions of the missive's contents are laid out upon the parchment - One in Frankish Runes/Language, and one in the Common Script/Tongue. The letter was posted in both the Franklands of Aaun and the whole Principality of Reinmar. I am Mogurix vo Uxelosii, Warrior of the Hawk and Veteran of the War of the Sea-Peoples, you may know of me, you may not, I was born but a humble fletcher. However this does not matter, as I have a message to give you, those born of the ancestors, my kin. Our people have been sundered, lost and angry since the arrival of the Sea-Peoples. Entire generations have been raised since their arrival, and even more of our elders lost in those battles, this story, this tale of despair and loss must end, but not how you may think, not by sword or axe, nor by arrow and deceit. This tragedy must be solved with acknowledgement and words, words of peace, words of understanding. I have found the Reinmaren Tribe to be welcoming and kind to me, they have given me many privileges that I thought they would deny me, they have given me a home, they have given us a home, and a place to settle in the near future. Do not disparage me for writing these letters of endearment toward our former foes, know that times change, and we must change with them, I implore those under the Hawk’s leadership to move to my future encampment under Reinmar to live, farm the land, and be content - I offer and wish the same to those who must surely hate us, those of our kin who stay in our homelands, bitter and filled with disdain knowing that even with the Reinmaren gone, they will never be free of the Kingdom that claims the ancestors’ soil, I hope that perhaps, you may know peace in this new, different age, in a new part of this continent. Thank you for reading, May the Ancestors guide you, just as Dewos bids from the skies above. - MOGURIX VO UXELOSII Claimer of Blight-Iron, Son of Garomaros the Fletcher
  2. "Dewos Vare-wedn Noibio Caius I" Spoke Mogurix in Frankish after reading the document, nodding "May God guide His Holiness to purge the profane and horrid . . ." said the converted tribal.
  3. Xob Wobson, Elder of the Gnomes and Wisecap of Oblazekos read over the missive from his home afar, placing it down with a nod "Oi nae know whoi people think Oi'm ah faereh. . . Oi'm clearleh just ah man, ah man whose race was given powah boi teh Ancients. . ." said the little fellow. Mogurix vo Uxelosii, Frankish warrior and tribal leader also read over the missive, sighing as he folded it to place away "My tribe did not convert just to have those who claim to be the most virtuous align with and tolerate the profane that mimics and despoils my own people's myths and those of the Elder Sages. I pray to GOD and ask the Ancestors to guide the Men of Harren to see their fault. . ." spoke the Frank.
  4. Law in Mugmar’s Circle As the Titan spoke in 171 SA. Order and law are an important method in the curbing and discovery of wrongdoing and connection to malignant forces. As such, various edicts and commandments have been levied upon us of Hazum, to be interpreted and enforced by all those willing to heed the Titan Mugmar’s demands. I - Respect the hills Do not damage the land without purpose or meaning, if you are to build a building, build it to last and never to fall or crumble. The hills are Mugmar, and Mugmar is the hills, raise mounds and monuments in his name when constructing any building, work around and with what natural hills and inclines dot the landscape of our encampment. Do not allow for intruding cultures or beliefs to take hold in your heart, for the hills show us our path, just as they have for countless ancestors. II - Know your place The Voice speaks for Mugmar, he is your chieftain and spiritual guide, listen to his orders and demands, for such is the will of the Titan just as it is spoken by the Voice. Know that your elders superseded you in wisdom and knowledge, respect their words and heed their warnings, to throw away such is without mind and heart, as their wisdom is what remains of Hazum. III - Act with honour You are of honourable ilk, born of Rug and shown the path of truth by the Titan Mugmar upon Hazum. Act with honour at all times, do not steal from, enslave, or demean others, for such is against the good heart. Do not let rage overcome you, allow not anger to control your actions, instead let honour and wisdom guide you to choices that would please the hills and all below them. Follow your oaths and promises, for your word is what binds contracts and solidifies friendships. Listen to those you pledge fealty to and follow them when it is honourable and just. IV - Revile the dark Those of black heart and spirit are not welcome, for they bring chaos, disorder, and ruin upon our encampment. Thieves & criminals are to be banished from the circle, while those suspected or proven of malignancy and dark sorcery shall be executed or sacrificed to Mugmar if possible. Known users of blacked magic or undeath are to be exterminated on sight, their wretched lives forfeit to Mugmar and those who follow his lead within the Otherworld. VI - Laws of the small Outsiders are to be treated with respect and dignity unless suspected or known of wrongdoing, show them honour and treat them as guests. Do not harm those directly invited via Guestrite less they break such themselves. Mistreatment or insult of Mugmar’s domain is to be considered an act of violence and should be acted to accordingly and justly as dictated by the Voice and his words. - Bor of Hazum Voice of Mugmar & Chieftain of Hazum
  5. A GUIDE TO MUGMAR’S CIRCLE Issued by the Nor’Velyth Travel Agency on 170 SA. [!] Mugmar’s Circle at its founding, Circa 163 SA. BASIC INFORMATION Officially incorporated into the Ashen State with The Treaty of Mugmar's Circle in the year 163 SA. Mugmar’s Circle, known to some as the Hazum Encampment and to others as the O-Ga Camp is a small, isolated grouping of tents, yurts, and standing stones located deep within the enchanted forests of Nor-Velyth, being home to the Men of Hazum, more commonly called “Hill Giants”. Lead and guided by a religious figure known as the Voice of Mugmar, the circle's primary denizens are a semi-pastoral culture of Krug’s kindred, hailing from the now sunken isle of Hazum, them being a tall and stoic people, preferring dreary, rain drenched hills and dense, fog filled forests to the deserts most commonly associated with orcish-kind. Those of Hazum are known for two things, their intense religious zeal in a spiritual figure known to them as Mugmar the Titan, and their eating habits, with their appetites being quite prestigious and expansive, especially when it comes to the regular feasts and moots held by the camp’s citizens. THINGS TO DO AND REMEMBER It is important to remember that while the Men of Hazum are overall friendly and kind to the common visitor, they are still affected by the Orcish curse as given to Krug’s kin by Iblees, this is to simply say, do not intentionally aggravate or upset the citizenry of the circle, them being quick to anger and upset if given valid reason. Overall, it is heavily advised that both the shrines and mammoth herds are left alone unless directly shown to you by a permanent camp-goer. If you're especially lucky, you might be given a gift of mammoth cheese or some other craft made by those of Hazum, treat this as an honour, as much work goes into everything made in the circle’s boundaries. Do not refuse this gift, it is a tradition to give gifts to those liked by the Men of Hazum, refusing would be considered rude and disrespectful to their hard work and hospitality. IMPORTANT FIGURES Bor of Hazum - Voice of Mugmar @Norgeth Dur of Hazum - Official Baggis Taster @Titanium430
  6. 1st Edict of the Great Golden Boar Issued the 18th of Malin’s Welcome, in the Year 168 of the Second Age HENCEFORTH it is decreed with royal permission that the Great Golden Boar Hunting Club is the lawful authority and manager of hunting within the Kingswood of Aran-în-Eryn, including trade of any and all resources and game-meats sourced from the royal forest. Trade of game-meat, foraged foods, building resources [barring the act of logging] and the sport of hunting is to be regulated and monitored through the ownership of a license that is to be held at all time during the activities mentioned above, these licenses are to be scribed on a case-by-case basis by Forester Harmund dey Norgent for the price of thirty mina, marked with the name and signature of the party seeking the permission to hunt within the Kingswood. Forgery of these documents will be considered a criminal offence, to be rectified by the fining of one hundred and fifty mina and the removal of the fingers upon the scribe’s dominant hand, that being determined by the official carrying out the legal punishment. It is also of note that the previous laws put in place by the Royal Edict for The Preservation of the Kingswood of Aran-în-Eryn are still in effect, meaning that logging is considered Illegal and punishable as described in that previous edict. Thusly it is heavily advised that all prospective hunters, gatherers, or otherwise seek out Forester Harmund dey Norgent to obtain a legal license, lest they be found guilty of lawbreaking. Signed, Harmund dey Norgent, Forester of the Kingswood of Aran-în-Eryn, Proprietor of the Great Golden Boar HER ROYAL MAJESTY, Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of the House Arthalionath, by the Grace of GOD, Queen of the Númenedain, Princess of Númenost and Minas Amath, Protector of the Adunians, Master of the Sharadûn, Templar of the Archangel Michael, Knight of the Realm
  7. ESTABLISHMENT OF THE HIGH GNOMIC COUNCIL As dictated and designed by Wisecap Xob Wobson of the Incarnate House of Aob Written and published during the four hundred and second year since the Fall of Oblazekos - 166 SA. Long has it been since the fall of Oblazekos, and long has it been since anything resembling a unified Gnomish people graced the realm on which we walk. I, Xob Wobson of The Incarnate House of Aob, declare that such will be rectified, though not conflict and arguments between factions and splintered clans or lineages, but instead through diplomatic moot. Time and time again in my own lifetime have I tried or seen others attempt to establish a home for our collective race, each or mediocre to failing levels of success, this travesty is not due to our inability, but due to the lack of communication between ourselves. Considering such, I hereby announce the establishment of The High Gnomic Council, to be convened when deemed necessary at wherever location is appropriate. Its purpose is to ensure the proper upholding of sacred tradition and the collection of all Gnomish factions currently present on Braevos for the purposes of debate and discussion regarding the future of the Gnomish people and the hopeful unification of our splintered and fractured race. Those with interest in being a councillor are recommended to contact myself or any other member of the council, it is imperative that all Gnomish groups and factions are accounted for, else this mission fails without meaning or purpose. - XOB WOBSON OF THE INCARNATE HOUSE OF AOB Lord, Doctor Professor, Laird, Commander, High Elder, Wisecap, Hypernaut Captain of The 1st Fleet, Patriarch of Aob’s House, Holder of Oblazek’s Cap, Author of the Gnominomicon, Etc. Contact Norgeth_ on Discord for more information or if interested in joining the council.
  8. A COSMIC BUSINESS DEAL [!] Do not metagame this Arcane Displacement Adventure Tirsbeisuchel | The Grand Markets | Trade, The Flow of Goods, & Uncountable Wealth A strange plane of endless markets and bazaars, selling all manner of goods and spices in a seemingly infinite variety. The denizens of this far-flung world were of what seems to be extremely varied origin and ethnicity, them all claiming to have come to the great markets to sell and gain fortunes beyond imagination. Ruled by an eccentric merchant lord whose name is often spoken in reverence throughout the sprawling tents and shops that make up the world of commerce and trade. “That one, that one right there” said the ambitious Raev trader, pointing toward the night skies, toward a singular star gleaming in the darkness. “Aye? Oi’ll goh tahre tis evening” spoke Xob, nodding as he waddled off with a salute, moving back to base, preparing for his trip across unknowable distances and dangers. A countdown began, various sirens and loud alarms being sounded as it slowly counted down to zero. Xob stood within a circle of salt, chanting under his beard as he placed a glass helmet overtop his head, sealing to the rest of his armour with a POP, various mechanical locks and mechanisms keeping it firmly in place as the tiny gnome began to shimmer and sparkle, multicoloured sparks flying around his wavering form as he then seemed to simply vanish in a chaotic burst of energy. . . The Captain flew across the cosmos, seeing all manner of worlds and dimensions pass by in a blink of the eye, some prosperous, some collapsing and dead. The trip of unknowable and truly not for the sane of mind, the little Hypernaut eventually appearing with a small explosion of esoteric energy within a secluded alleyway. Xob looked around, waddled out of the cramped corner to see a bustling marketplace, filled with stalls and shops as far as the eye could see. . . Xob began to explore the mostly peaceful land of trade and commerce, eventually finding a large shop filled with the smell of spices and herbs unknown to descendant-kind, he entered with a jingle of the doorbell, the small explorer nodding toward the merchant who stood at the front counter. “Elloh! Oi’d loike toh buy. . .” Xob pointed toward a collection of tins and spice-jars, the Hypernaut taking out a coin purse filled with what meagre money he brought along. “Ah! Welcome! Welcome!” said the merchant from Hyperspace, appearing mostly akin to a human as he looked toward the jars that Xob pointed out “Four Hundred Units” he said bluntly. Xob shook his head “Oi nae ‘ave taht much, but maybeh yer will beh interested en ah trade?” spoke the gnome, pouring out four mina into his hand, showing them to the merchant with a nod. The Hyperspacial Merchant looked toward the mina in awe “I, I have never seen such a currency!” he exclaimed, giving the chosen spices and products to Xob in exchange for what was surely to be mundane in most mortal minds. Xob left the shop with a smile, harmless yet interesting goods in his backpack as he traveled back to that secluded alleyway. . . He drew forth another salt circle and began his ritual, appearing back in the Hypernaut Base soon afterwards. “Ehehehe! Ah good day fer business!” said the little gnome, smiling as he put away his armour, going back to the streets for another, more material adventure.
  9. [!] Two different shamans scribble down letters, them being sent by automaton courier and small fat pigeon respectively. Name: Bor of Hazum Race: Hill Giant/Man of Hazum Type(s) of Shaman: Animist Teacher(s): Mugmar himself Name: Xob Wobson Race: Oblazeki Gnome Type(s) of Shaman: Witch Doctor Teacher(s): Borok’Akaal
  10. Bor of Hazûm read over the missive, gathering those Hill Giants of Mugmar’s Circle together, soon stating “Landlerd ‘as given uhs job toh doh, ahn eht honours Mugmar justleh” he spoke aloud and with pride, nodding toward his good buddies “Honour toh Landlerd, Honour toh Hazûm!” bellowed Bor as he quickly went to work, preparing for any conflicts to come. @Tharranstarbreaker @Titanium430
  11. Dr Professor Xob Wobson, Hypernaut Captain looked toward the letter as it was delivered to him, the small gnome pausing for a moment before looking toward an invention blueprint beyond anything that predated it “Lets ‘ope tis werks. . .Teh Hypahwar will need eht” he mumbled to himself, going back to work with newfound purpose and reasoning.
  12. A horrible being stirred from momentary slumber with a small and decrepit creature carrying a letter to him, Morul the Undying One reading over the news as a cruel and rotten grin of yellowed teeth came over the unliving sorcerer “Now tis. . . Tis beh guud, guud news. Hail toh Khorvad, Long may teh Arch-Runelord suffah.” he stated with malefic intent, going to make a request of his dark master.
  13. [𝄞] [!] A letter was sent to Markus, flying from a far-off forest encampment. . . @Nooblius [DO NOT METAGAME CONTENTS UNLESS SHOWN IRP] Hail, you may not know who I am, but I know who you are and I feel it is time to make amends on behalf of both our houses. I am Wymond Lynde, Former Baron of Rulund and at one time, a loyal denizen of Adria. During the rebellion many-a-year ago, I was still young and unknowing of the troubles or tribulations that my family would endure at my own hand, I surrendered my titles and intentionally left them to rot, seeking an escape from the baronial responsibility that was entrusted to my house. For years, decades perhaps, I have fumed without end over this decision, and for all that time, I blamed your father, I blamed Adria in-and-of-itself. I am now nearly sixty and have seen that hate is not the way forward. . . Considering your recent missives about the reconciliation of the midlands and the abolishment of Veletz, I would like to request for you to consider returning the titles of Rulund back to my family. I ask for no land, no prestige, just a path forward in case me or my descendants ever seek to revive my fathers lost vision. If a meeting is required, it shall take verily take place. I would also understand the possibility of denial, for I know my request is strange. Signed, Wymond Lynde of Rulund
  14. Mim Dworicsson Starbreaker read over the missive, a rare scowl soon coming over his face. “BAHH! Oi will goh toh tis meetin’, but onleh toh support Lerd Jorvin ahn Eldah Norleh! tis es rotten, rotten ahn foul oi doh say!” At that, the normally jolly merchant dwed stored away the letter for later, alongside many other messages and missives, grumbling deeply.
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