Nice

Merrak Ireheart, would look over the decree with a toothy grin as he would move and grab the dried elven head from his desk "Oi've been fairleh lazeh dese past events eh, may'aps tis toime oi add teh moi collection eh" he says with a nod towards the head within his grasp.

Svuli Metafist, Thane of his clan would smile as the document of they had finally gotten a written document "Finealleh, Twas focken too lang wit'oot aneh paper's written on fer our clan"

Svuli Metalfist looks over the missive, raising a bushy brow in confusion "Wot da fock?"

Svuli Metalfist looks over the missive from the High Prophet, a somber look across his face as he does so. “Da Seven Sacred ‘osts will sort dis out, one way or another, da bush will beh brought teh justice fer hes crimes, en his gall teh focken call out da dwed who did nae kill em fer Kinslay’in!” He says as he folds the paper neatly, placing it within a satchel at his hip.

“Oi Focken ‘elped eh!” Svuli Metalfist adds on from the clergy hall of Urguan

[!] A letter would be posted on every bulletin board on which Uldraek’s letter was, especially in dwarven lands. As well, an anonymous letter with a copy is sent out to both Sutican and Urguani officials.

Panic! At the Seaport

    After reading the Mandate of the High Courts regarding the exile of Uldraek Anvilaxe, I had made up my mind to investigate the going ons at their infamous holding just West of the Trade City of Sutica. On the road there, I wondered what awaited me at the forsaken fortress. Siege weaponry produced for the Inferi? Shrines to Khorvad and false paragons? Slave quarters? I prepared myself to break in to uncover the dark secrets of the Anvilaxes, by the blessings of Grimdugan I prepared to do my duty. I uttered prayers in what little ancient dwarven speech I knew on the road, and behold, they were not needed, for at my arrival at Kaz’Ad’Hekkaes plainly attached to their walls was the swinging corpse of a dwarf. 

Of the many atrocities expected, I had assumed that the Anvilaxes at least would attempt hide them from sight, that they would at least deceive the public in their crimes against dwarfdom. Far from it. In their absolute praise of corruption and Khorvad, Uldraek saw fit to display their dishonor, their atrocities. To let it be known to the world, they have no sense of reverence for the dead. They abhor Anbella, in rejecting the teaching of life and grace. They deny Dungrimm, in their flagrant disrespect of a corpse. Rather than like khazadmar, keeping to the teachings of Khaz’A’Dentrumm, they make themselves out to be urukmar, Raguks, brutishly displaying their bloodlust and disrespect. 

I called on da Kirkja Dverga, and the body was taken from the servants Anvilaxe of Khorvad, and delivered to the deep crypts of Kal’Evraal, and given a blessing. Many khazadmar bore witness to the event, and could testify what had been seen. A corpse, distinctly dwarven, rotted and bloated. The doctor on sight believed the body to be well over decades old. What flagrant atrocity had these Anvilaxes done, so not only did they slaughter their own kindred, but preserved it, kept it locked away for decades so that they may display it. Was their allegiance to the Grand King, that falsehood they perpetuated, the only thing that stopped them from displaying their evil at their very gates? What shall they do, as time goes and they stray even further from the Grand Kingdom?

What crime, my fellow khazadmar, is worse than kinslay? What atrocity could potentially be more abhorrent to the hallowed hosts of Khaz’A’Dentrumm? And why, why would we show any restraint, any respect to those who revel in their evil? Those who still offer any minute level of respect, I plead you to abandon your hope in these khazadmar. And for those who would offer any allegiance to that atrocious excuse of a khazad, Uldraek Anvilaxe, I warn you; there will be no hesitation upon my meet of you. You will be brought to justice by my hands, by Dungrimm do I swear it. Reject him, or be made the blood stains of my steel.

For the Fallen, for Dungrimm!

NARVAK OZ BRATHMORDAKIN

3 hours ago, Arundlt said:

Titanium never ceases to impress. Looks fantastic

Ya Prifter did the new shading on the skin. I was originally going to be doing it, but things and other skins got in the way. But I think that Prifter did a great job however and will be happy to finally use a shaded legion skin.

Svuli Metalfist claps loudly for the new clanmother “Oi knew yeh could do et mum. Lead yer clan teh GLOREH en HONOR” he says as he prepares for the upcoming inferi threat.

MC Name: Titanium430

RP Name: Gorm Underhammer

Discord: Titanium#6658

Which part of the tournament do you wish to participate in (PvP/Archery/Both): PvP

Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.) MST

Gorm Underhammer, Grandson of Hraaken. Lugs a cart of ore from deep within the earthen mines of the dwarven folk, looking down to the ground for a moment as he reaches the top of the tunnel before receiving the letter from a nearby worker, offering naught but a humble nod as he reads it over, him tucking it into a small pocket on his shirt. then continuing the endless toil as he goes back to work, once more entering the deepest depths of the world.

[RP]

Participant’s Name: Gorm Underhammer

Name of Ancestor: Ortal Underhammer

Why this Ancestor: Ortal was the first of the Underhammer’s and I wish to honor his skill in smithing and keeping us alive in the depths.

Mask (Homemade/Custom Order/Standard): Homemade

Mask Description (If Ordering):

[OOC]

MC Name: Titanium430

Discord (If you have): Titanium#6658

Gorm Underhammer nods sternly “Dis es vereh good, Grimdugan es a vereh important aspect o dwarven society and oi ‘ope more dwedmar respect es domain wit this new document”

Merrak Ireheart scoffs, remembering the recent war with the orcs in which he fought . “Moi Papeh nae smash da Orkos enteh da grund fer moi verreh famleh membah teh troi en forgive dem!” he grumbles as he adjusts his suspenders.

Merrak Ireheart grits his teeth as he hears the news “Dere are not’in wrong with da trials! troi’in teh change ‘undreds of years o tradition...” He shakes his head, reaching to his bed and grabbing a dwarven hatchet from under it, clipping it to his belt.

Belgrum Starbreaker would raise a brow to the news “Oim nae sure dat one membah can do dis teh eh entire clan yeh, oi think blood oaths need teh be actually achievable, in death er loife. But ets none af moi buissness es it” He says as he goes back to his smithing, looking over a suit of armor and a sheet of parchment in his right hand, nodding.

Belgrum seems shocked as he reads the missive “heh, moi grundpappeh en uncle, oi would ‘ave neva guessed” he mutters as he shakes his head, throwing the missive into the fireplace “oi loike pupeets..”

Guard Captain Belgrum Starbreaker strokes his short beard “Finaleh, da toime has come” he mutters as he picks up his helmet, placing it on his head and locking it in place, then walking out into the city of Kal’Evraal.

As Merrak Ireheart reads the missive, he smiles a toothy grin, going and getting the battle axe from under his bed “Narvok oz Urguan” he pauses for a moment, “Oi wul maek Papa Utak proud” he mutters, going out.

3 minutes ago, Gilded said:

Application

-=Roleplay=-

Name: Feanor Kaeronin

Race: Mali

Age: 38

Are you a citizen of Elvenesse: Aye

Previous military experience (Not necessary): Oathblade of Almenor, Aspirant of Avaeramos Enrique since age 12.

 

-=OOC=-

MCname: Titanium430

Discord (Required): Titanium430#8450

I have not been on this server for very long compared to alot of people. But in my opinion cannons should be allowed for war claims and the like, just as luci comments with cultural variants. The Smaller Arms however are a odd thing, becuase you give some players a gun and say ‘one inch’ they will run with it for a mile. I think that via heavy rp, one would be able to construct a hand cannon, but it would be large, require 2 people to load or something and have a large chance to misfire. But in general i would have to say no.

Application

Name: Feanor Kaeronin

Race: Mali

Age:

Place of Residence: Aegrothond

Scholarly Background (N/A if none): Compiler of Kaeronin and Almenodrim legends, One of the finders of some of the Armour of Aearon. with Belestram Sylvaeri recomending I join.

Somhairle would look over the statement, sitting in a small tent in the wilderness “That duel should be accepted in my opinion, but I don’t really care do I now..” he says, leaning back onto a fur, taking out a bottle of whiskey and taking a large sip “In all reality, I don’t care about much nowadays.” he mutters, slipping into a slumber for the night soon after.

Feanor Kaeronin smiles at the new issue of the Chronicles. “good to see it back up and running, along with the library”

Feanor Kaeronin would hear about the new guild in the city, he sips his tea as he grins “This should be good, i hope they don’t get too full of themselves though, i dont want any trouble.” the oathblade waves his hand “should bring some smithing business to me though” he add as he finishes his tea and heads off to do his daily tasks

Belgrum starbreaker shakes his head “the law will see this all out i hope” he mutters as he goes about his work