Norgeth

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.

[𝄞] [!] 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

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.

FULL NAME: Bor of Hazûm AGE: 47 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: I, Bor, am of Hazûm! All of Hazûm are mighty and tall, like an oak atop a hill. I, Bor have many survival skills and am trained in the arts of conflict, such is the way of Hazûm. I, Bor, have also slain and helped to slay monsters under the control of powerful infernal forces of evil while under the command of the legendary Shugo Kato of Sakuragakure. METHOD OF CONTACT: Tharmekhul [norgeth_ on Discord] NOTES: Those of Hazûm are often called Hill Giants by others. I, Bor's primary goal is to eliminate and deal with the corrupted and often larger children of Mugmar that are noted on your list, though, I, Bor will also fight other creatures of the dark if deemed necessary by Mugmar the Hill Titan, for I, Bor, am his voice.

@LithiumSedai [!] Bor of Hazûm read over the missive after much effort and trial, figuring out its general meaning, soon the giant-like figure went about scribbling a short and concise letter to the Governor-General, it arriving, quickly and with haste by way of trained and rather fat pigeon. I, Bor of Hazûm, leader of the Mugmar’s Circle Band, would like to offer a total of thirty-five mina for every single Stassiemark ever minted if found to be cast of the mentioned tin, even if of inferior quality. My intentions are to melt these defunct pieces of currency down to be used in the production of bronze, both for arms and armour, aswell as statuettes, decor-ware, and good luck charms. - May your monuments stand good governor. Signed, Bor of Hazûm, Voice of Mugmar

[!] A depiction of the rolling hills of now sunken Hazum. . . A DEAL WITH A JOLLY GIANT A pharaoh friend, a hungry fellow, a stout wiseman, and a voice to be made a harsh trek from the lands of Ra’s chosen, marching through ice, frost and forest as they eventually found camp, that stone circle, monument of Hazum. . . Praise was given, offerings abound as a pious ruler brought the party to the realm of hills. All was quiet, silent and good, rolling hills all about, and silence there was. . . A sacrifice of Baggis, made in his name, was given to the titan of earth and of mound, for the jolly giant knew a good smell. He awoke, the voice to be made a pact, with the giant of hills and with tack, soul blessed by rock and rumble, so it was and never to tumble. Praise be to Mugmar the Sleeping Titan of Hills, Hazum knows you once more. “HO HO HO!” - MUGMAR THE JOLLY SPIRIT OF HILLS [⅕ Magic Slots Taken for Bor of Hazum - Spirit Pact to The Hill Titan Mugmar, Lesser Elemental Spirit of Rolling Hills and Mounds, Lesser under Bregthar, Greater Elemental Spirit of Earth]

THE UNLIVING CLOCK CHIMES AT THREE [!] The skies of The Grand Kingdom blacken with swarms of mutated and voidally corrupted beetles and vermin, pallid eyes aglow with disdain for life and all that is just. They carry a letter, written upon the flayed skin of poor hapless nobodies in a finely scribed script, dwarven in origin and styling. Just as the hammer strikes the anvil and the clock ticks away, so does your time to respond to my former message and the demands there-in fall into the past. I am a merciful overlord, so I will grant you, those of Urguan, another chance to not only meet my reasonable requests, but to save your precious rune from a fate worse than destruction. You have three stonedays to discuss among your petty leadership and come to a public conclusion, lest the distant Yemekar’s forlorn art be turned in my favour. . . choose wisely. GLORY TO KHORVAD - MIGHT AND AMBITION Signed - Your Master, Chosen of Might, Exalted before Khorvad, MORGUL THE UNDYING ONE

DEMANDS OF THE UNDYING I, Morgul the Undying, Exalted before Khorvad have heard of your weeping cries, your feeble attempts to regain your precious artifact have been for naught, and for that I do pity you, those of Urguan. Think not that I have no honour - I am still a Khazad and will not let such be stained with cowardice or hiding in the great fortress of my mighty masters. I offer you a set of demands, that if fulfilled, will earn your helmet its freedom, to rest in your hands once more. . . Firstly, I demand a statue be built of myself somewhere in your city and all those to come on this land of Aevos. Secondly, I demand a festival to be held in my name, where it is spoken aloud for all to hear. Lastly, I demand that you release a public missive stating your weakness and acceptance of my terms. These are my demands, this is your chance to reclaim your pitiful relic. GLORY TO KHORVAD - MIGHT AND AMBITION Signed - Your Master, Chosen of Might, Exalted before Khorvad, MORGUL THE UNDYING ONE

PACT OF UNSEEN MISCHIEF ONE Gnome entered the maze of trickery. . . ONE Gnome slid past the traps and deceit. . . ONE Gnome met with spirit beyond age. . . And ONE gnome made a pact, his soul once more dealt in bargain. . . Mischief to be had. . . Whimsy to be provided upon a dour world. . . Trickery Incarnate to be praised. . . A contract to be fulfilled. . . [!] Xob Wobson has made a pact to Hygerak the Hidden One : Lesser Spirit of Unseen Mischief & Whimsy [Lesser Under Veist] 5/5 Magic Slots Filled

A CELEBRATION OF SETTLEMENT The Oblazeki have a home, an officially established settlement, such an occasion not seen since the ramshackle dwellings within the strange and joyous Du Loc. This is a truly grand happening of much importance to the Oblazeki Gnomes, as such, The People of Oblazekos: The Hidden City deem it worthy of celebration, and what is a party without friends? Representing the Gnomes of Roodclarnen, I, High Elder Xob Wobson invite the following to a celebration of merry times and whimsical wonderment. - Queen Tar-Caraneth of Numendil & Family @AstriaS - Friend Halbard of Hadeth & Family @Titanium430 - The Adunic Folk of Numendil - Shugo Kato Oijin & Family @Reckless Banzai Screamer - The Valiant Oyashi of Sakuragakure - High Keeper Ellenore Eriksson @Elennanore - My Shadow @wowj - The Mechpriests of The Owynsiah Signed, Xob Wobson, Wisecap, High Elder of Turniptoft & Roodclarnen, Holder of The First Cap, Author of the Gnominomicon.

Donovan’s Stand, 495 FifAe ᛓᚱᛆᛁᛌᛁ×ᛓᛁ×ᚦᛁ×ᚴᚱᛆᛐᚭᚿᛁ THE SETTLING OF ROODCLARNEN ᚭᛓᛚᛆᛌᛁᚴ×ᚭᚿ×ᚽᛁᚴᚽ Article I - Land Occupation I: The Vassal of The Hamlet of Roodclarnen shall occupy a 25x25 metre area nearby the red-maple forest. II: The Vassal is allowed to expand underground should need be, to sizes within reason, and as long as other infrastructure is not compromised. III: Should the sections above be violated, then The Kingdom of Norland retains full rights to evict the land. Article II - Taxes I: The Hamlet of Roodclarnen will pay 25 mina per year to the Kingdom of Norland to retain said land once construction is started. The Hamlet of Roodclarnen reserves the right to levy its own taxes upon its citizens if desired. Article III - Land Use I. The land provided can be used for any purpose pertaining to a hamlet or village and its occupants, as long as it does not violate standard Norlandic law. II. The land cannot be used to host foreign or hostile militaries and is strictly to be used for the settling of the Oblazeki Gnomes. III. While living within the lands of The Kingdom of Norland, the tenants will be subjected to Norlandic law. IV. Should these rules be violated then the Kingdom of Norland retains full rights to evict the land. Signed, Xob Wobson, Wisecap, High Elder of Turniptoft, Holder of The First Cap, Author of the Gnominomicon. Signed, Ordained by the will of the Father before His most Sacred Flame, Ellenore Eiriksson, High Keeper of the Sacred Flame, Master of the Order of the First Flame, Righteous Servant of the Red-Lord, Loyal Adherent to the Ashen Way

23 eron Kaldithrun, 152 S.A 27/10/2023 ᚺᛁᛞᛞᛖᚾ×ᛒᛚᚨᛞᛖᛊ CONTRACT OF HIDDEN BLADES Issued by The Grand Steward ᛊᚹᛟᚱᛞᛊ×ᚨᚾᛞ×ᛊᚺᚨᛞᛟᚹᛊ Article I - Land Occupation I. The property of The Brotherhood of the Hidden Blade shall occupy a 50x50 metre area within the northern redwoods. II. The property is allowed to expand underground should need be, to sizes within reason, and as long as other infrastructure is not compromised. III. Should the sections above be violated, then The Grand Kingdom of Urguan retains full rights to evict the land. Article II - Taxes I. The Brotherhood of the Hidden Blade shall pay 1000 mina down payment for this, and The Brotherhood of the Hidden Blade will pay as well 100 mina per year to the Grand-Kingdom of Urguan to retain said land. The Brotherhood of the Hidden Blade’s leadership reserves the right to levy its own taxes upon its members. II. Taxation will begin once construction has begun. Article III - Land Use I. The land provided can be used for any purpose, as long as it does not violate standard Urguani law. II. The land cannot be used to host foreign or hostile militaries. III. While living upon the lands of The Grand Kingdom of Urguan, the tenants will be subjected to Urguani law. IV: The blueprints for construction will be reviewed by The Grand Kingdom of Urguan’s official to ensure a satisfactory quality of buildings and their structural integrity. V. Should these rules be violated then The Grand Kingdom of Urguan retains full rights to evict the land. Signed, Mim Dworicsson Starbreaker Grand Steward of Urguan, Adherent to Grimdugan, Co-Owner of Mim and Sons Signed, Vaelor Darkthorn Grand Mentor

ᛏᚺᛖ×ᚲᚢᛚᛏ×ᛟᚠ×ᚲᚺᛟᚱᚢᚨᛞ - ᚺᛟᚾᛟᚱ×ᛒᛖ×ᛏᛟ×ᚨᛗᛒᛁᛏᛟᚾ [!] The skies of Urguan darken, not through clouds, but through a great swarm of mutated, unnatural beetles, them flying forth from some unknown place of darkness and death. They carry a vile, sealed missive, dropped at the Grand King’s doorstep alongside being pinned upon notice boards and the doors of citizens. If that wax seal depicting a cracked anvil leaking blood was opened, the worn parchment read so. @_RoyalCrafter_ The Grand Kingdom of Urguan? Who are you to claim these words to be your own? You are neither grand, nor of Urguan, for you represent none of the might or ambition that once fueled the silverbeard dynasty or its rightful successor. You hide in your sub-par caverns, twiddling your thumbs in thought, yet what has that thought brought you? It was under your ideals that runesmithing was lost, it was and is under your ideals that Khazad are turned into horrible druidic abominations, and it is under your ideals that golemancy was let into the hands of elgus and umros alike, traded away like some unimportant rock. . . For shame. Your failure has upset many a dwarf, yet among them, only I have seen the truth. Your throne is of brittle glass, mine is of steel and blood. To those Khazadmar wise enough to heed my warnings, join me now or forever be damned, for HE is free and all is more, all will submit before the might of Khorvad, Eighth Brathmordakin and true ruler of the material plane and all who dwell upon it. I offer you this chance, and this chance alone, those who wish to join my throngs may, and in such, they will be offered enlightenment. Narvak oz Khorvad, Narvak oz Anaros I am coming for you, o’ petty Grand King Signed: Morgul The Stunted, Undying Lord of Iron, Spellsmith, Conjurer of The Black Throng, The Voice of Khorvad. [OOC: This is the beginning of my player eventline for Urguan using my undead, My goal is to make for an enjoyable adventure and series of events for the dwarven community while encouraging interesting RP and conflict that remains friendly on an OOC level, ensuring both sides are happy and having fun.]

An unliving dwarf sorcerer cackled, cracking its newly regained neck before letting out a chant “NARVAK OZ KHORVAD! NARVAK OZ GASHADOKURO! eht 'as begun. . .” it called out before returning to its wizardly yet vile works of magic. . .

2 eron Arkon’Geron, 151 S.A 23/10/23 ISSUED BY: THE GRAND STEWARD ᛊᛖᚱᚲᚺ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛊᛖᛏᛏᛚᛖᚱᛊ ᛊᛖᚱᚲᚺ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛊᛖᛏᛏᛚᛖᚱᛊ YOTH BRATHMORDAKIN NA YOTH URGUAN ᛁᛟᚦ ᛒᚱᚨᚦᛗᛟᚱᛞᚨᚲᛁᚾ ᚾᚨ ᛁᛟᚦ ᚢᚱᚷᚢᚨᚾ The Grand Kingdom of Urguan has many lands suitable for settling, wooded, flat, or rocky. However, the dwarves prefer the comfort of their mountain forts, thus the land lays there, yet to be fully developed to its full potential. THE CALL ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᚨᛚᛚ If you are a House/Group/Guild/Clan and looking for land to settle yourself, look no further than the Grand Kingdom of Urguan! The Grand Kingdom of Urguan offers many privileges to land settlers and vassals, it does not involve inself in the faith nor internal politics of its vassals, allowing them much internal autonomy. Or if you don’t care about that stuff and just want a plot of land for a cool house, we do that too. Contact the Grand Steward for more inquiries. Signed, Garedyn The Emerald Grand King of Urugan, Chief of the Mossborn, Seer of Hefrumm, Zealot of the Triad Signed, Mim Dworicsson Starbreaker Grand Steward of Urguan, Adherent to Grimdugan, Co-Owner of Mim and Sons

[!] A letter is sent from the office of Grand Steward Mim Starbreaker, marked with the sigil of that position, sent to Atemu-Ta and him alone. “Oz and greetings to the good men of Rah'mun and Pharaoh Atemu-Ta, I am Mim Dworicsson Starbreaker, Grand Steward of The Grand Kingdom of Urguan and Loyal Adherent of Grimdugan. I write to you this day with the potential offer of a new home amidst the mountainous valleys and plains of the honourable kingdom of the Khazadmar. While I cannot officially state that such can be granted without approval from the Grand King or Regent, I can assure you that I will speak to them regarding your situation. Narvak oz Urguan, Ancestors guide your path.” [!] The letter has been amended with a new correspondence. “The grand king has approved my authority to offer this, do send back if interested, once again, Ancestors guide your path and may you find home and hearth”

Mim Starbreaker plans to submit his masterpiece of Dwarven Confectionery.

My point still stands - It doesn't really change that it doesn't make sense just because Squak said it does. Squak isn't always right. Aswell, from my understanding, The Spark isnt a power source, but instead Artificial Souls for Reevers and such.

I uhh. . . Don't really know why Runesmithing would be related to Garumdir, he is basically entirely focused on non-magical innovation/crafting and would likely not mess around with Magic or other energies to power his machines. I'm not a huge fan.

Mim Starbreaker finished cleaning the painted desecration off of the shrines, setting his bucket of soapy water aside before offering a prayer to Grimdugan and the other Brathmordakin.

AN OATH OF AVARICE ETERNAL THE ZEALOTRY OATH OF MÎM [!] Deep within the cavern mines of Urguan, amidst the glittering gold and jewels wretched from the deepest earth stood a pious dwarf wearing coat of red, raising his hands into the air he spoke a murmured prayer in dwarvish before stating loudly an oath to Grimdugan, Brathmordakin of Shadows and Greed. . . “To the shadow I praise such is offered my full service and utter loyalty. I make this oath of blood and soul to you o’ master of greed, golden lord of avarice atop your hidden trove.” The Dwarf cut his hand using a blackened ferrum dagger, pressing that bleeding hand onto the stone, red ichor of life staining the rock as he spoke out to the world, to the Divine Design and The Gods. “I make the oath that the mines shall deepen to the darkest depths of the world, uncovering countless treasures. I make the oath that the shining hordes of Dwarven kind shall be protected from would be thieves or those who would dishonour your domain. I make the oath that Avarice Eternal shall be my goal and ultimate fate. . . such is the way of all that glitters. Narvak oz Grimdugan, Narvak oz Brathmordakin.” The dwarf kept his hand upon the stone for a moment before removing it for wrapping, he looked down and nodded, for he knew he was heard. No longer simply a dwarf, he was reborn as Mîm The Greedy, Adherent to Grimdugan, Adherent to Avarice. [!] Mîm Dworicsson Starbreaker standing amidst a glittering trove. - [AI IMAGE]

Ven. Father Wert grumbles from the seven skies, pondering why they thought not to cremate him, an Owynist priest. However, he offered an thankful nod, unseen from the heavens to those who retrieved his mortal remains.

[!] THE INFORMATION IN THIS ARCANE DISPLACEMENT RP POST IS NOT PUBLIC, PLEASE DO NOT METAGAME. HYPERNAUT LOG =ᛜ=ᛜ=ᛜ=ᛜ=ᛜ= 1-ALPHA - - - THE SAVAGE LANDS >>>> HYPERNOTE Initializing. . . 100%<<<< >>>>Initialization Complete. . . Loading Log<<<< Day-1: Upon reading the strange, seemingly ancient book, a field of unidentified energy enveloped me, transporting me through an ethereal starscape of worlds beyond imagine, I seemed to move at unknowable speeds, traveling past realms of every shape and size in but a blink of an eye. I soon landed, forming a shallow crater within a craggy hill, akin to a short, eroded mountain, to my suprise, I was unharmed, easily able to begin the creation of a temporary shelter. . . This land seemed vast and untamed while being unlike Hyperspace Domains, it felt far more physical, more real, though clearly, I was not anywhere in the known world. Day-2: The temporary shelter has held, keeping the wind and cold at bay while providing precious time to study the landscape, making a cohesive plan. I soon went about trying to find food and fresh water, cutting through dense foliage of various kinds, eventually, after a gruelling trek, I found a mountain stream, sourced from an imposing glacier above. I decided to make a more permanent camp, ordering my Mini-Bot to aid in carving out an indent in the stony mountain wall, and with time and effort, it was made into a crude, yet effective shelter from the elements. Day-3: I awoke to hear various noises, the sound of some sort of small fauna, I rushed outside, taking my humble dagger in hand while looking for the source of the noise. I had not eaten much since arriving, so it seemed prudent to obtain food. It, however, was soon clear that whatever was making the noises was gone, having fled into the wildlands beyond camp. It seemed clever action and a crafty trap would be needed. . . Day-4: Once more I awoke at the crack of dawn, soon going about fashioning a series of simple traps for whatever small game wandered near the camp. Deciding that they were complete, I moved back to the stream, wandering down the bank toward a larger river, where the stream soon merged. Taking a sharpened stick, I attempted to catch a fish or some other aquatic creature. Using my Hypernaut survival training, I caught a small trout before returning to camp with a full canteen. . . Roasted trout for dinner was a good change from plain water and whatever edible leaves and berries I could find. Day-5: As the morning began and light streamed into my camp, something felt off. . . Getting to my feet, I scrambled up the hill, looking around the surrounding area, I noticed a large creature, giant in size and even bigger in appetite, it seemed to be moving toward my camp. I panicked, gathering my things and quickly taking up that odd tome once more, attempting to read it and travel back home, and it worked. In a flash of light and strange energies, I was transported back to the library, finding that life had gone on as normal. I have decided to name the world that I discovered “The Savage Lands”, deeming the title appropriate for such a wild and untamed place. . . Further study will be necessary, of the magical book and its granted abilities, as well as the strange realm itself. >>>>Log Reading Complete. . .Closing Document<<<< >>>> HYPERNOTE Powering Down. . . <<<<

Wenzel Rovin places his various votes for the different elections within the ballet-box.

— — — — — — — — — — THE MAYORAL CAMPAIGN OF WENZEL JACK ROVIN — — — — — — — — — — TO THE BURGHERS OF KANUNSBERG: Since my arrival to this fine Princedom, I have lived in Kanunsberg, running an eatery of humble Waldenian foods and cozy atmosphere. I walk amongst you, I feed you, I speak with you, and I care about this city, from its walls and parapets to you, the friendly people who call this settlement home. Despite my family's historical power, I dwell amongst the common man, as a common man, I work with you and will continue to work with and for you for as long as I live and breathe. We are the backbone of this Princedom, serving it loyally and with honor. Vote for me, Wenzel Rovin, and I will not only continue to serve you goodly meals with a smile, but also strive to represent you, to help you, the people of Kanunsberg in all the ways I can while promoting the ideals of loyalty, hard work, and the reward there-after. Together, we will be able to push this Princedom further than ever before, into an age of commerce, honest labor, and fairness for all. Ehre sei der Mintiz! Ehre sei Waldenia! VOTE WENZEL JACK ROVIN FOR A BETTER KANUNSBERG, ONE WITH A SMILE! Signed, Wenzel Jack Rovin Patriarch of House Rovin