Prifter

A longbeard yet unaffiliated to any of the cults participating in the dwarven religious schism is delivered the missive by a breathless apprentice. Kragdin instinctively handed the spade he was shoveling coal with to the young dwarf, his attention swiftly diverted to the parchment. As the beardling resumed his master's task, filling the furnace with a dark bed of coal, the Starbreaker's brows furrowed as he read the message. Only but a short moment after having begun to peruse the missive, he tossed it into the furnace, then opting to pump the bellows, breathing new life into the flames. As his gaze wandered off into the rising fire, he tempestuously uttered to his apprentice "Blind fools, all of them. This is no clergy of our faith, this is a group of enforcers, their word as twisted as the roots of the trees they live under. They claim to offer penance for sins uncommitted! PAH!" he spat out, anger swelling in his chest. "Who are they to render such insult upon our kind! Our own ancestors and the Brathmordakin are the only ones capable of judging us in life and death, no true dwarf would dare to claim otherwise! In such trying times, we shall rely on our traditions for guidance, for surely, one who walks the same path as the venerable Gotrek will be judged fairly by the gods, perched on their High Seats, regardless of what beardlings from Hefrumm think..."

I was but a beardling when Queen Brunna hired me as a fledgling footman at her summer palace. My experience with the ways of the highborn clans was very limited before that day. There were wealthy merchants, traders, diplomats and officials who had operations in the nearby hold, and impressive fortresses hewn into the flanks of the mountains, but those of my clan were all far from those social circles. There was no real family business to join up for me once I reached adulthood, but my cousin Burlok heard that an estate far from the hold required servants. It was so remotely located that there were unlikely to be many applicants for the positions and so I decided to try my luck. I traveled for four days across the mountains, around steep cliffs and jagged peaks before I met a group of travelers huddled over a flickering fire. The five were dwarves, two women and the three remaining men, all of them artisans from the look of them. “Are you going to Hafak?” asked Vala, one of the women after we had made our introductions. “I do not know what that is,” I replied. “I’m seeking a position as guard within Queen Brunna’s retinue.” “We’ll gladly take you to her gate,” said Morgrim while adjusting his backpack. “But you would be wise not to tell her students from Hafak escorted you, unless you really dont want the position in her service.” Morgrim explained himself as we moved on. Hafak was the closest village to the Queen’s palace, where a great and renowned stone carver had retired after a long and successful career. He was named Baragor, and though he was effectively retired, he had begun to accept students who wished to learn the art of stone carving. In time, word spread of the great teacher, and students from across the land journeyed to apprentice under his care. Vala, and the other woman, had come down all the way from the western lands. Morgrim himself had journeyed across the continent from his home near the great volcano in Myrdin. He showed me his treasured chisel, a family relic passed down through generations. It was made from a pitch black metal, and exceedingly heavy on top of that. I had never seen anything so black in my life. “From what we’ve heard,” said one of the dwarves. “The Queen’s family has reigned for centuries from within this fortress, so you’d think that she would be in good terms with the people from Hafak. Nothing could be further from the truth. She despises the village, and master Baragor along with his school most of all.” I accepted the information with gratitude, and started dreading more and more my first meeting with the intolerant Queen. My fears were not quelled upon laying eyes on the fortress as it revealed itself from behind a hill. As one could expect, it was a vast edifice of stone and iron, with rows of carved battlements like the jaws of a great beast. The trees before the palace had been hewn centuries ago, and nothing seemed to have grown ever since aside from a few shrubs dotted around moss-covered stones. As we reached the top of the hill, the dwarves halted their march. “There is bound to have guards at the gates, so we’ll leave you here. It would be best if you weren’t damned by association with us, doesn’t it?” I replied with a nod and began thanking my companions, and wished them good luck with their apprenticeship under Baragor. They turned and trekked away in the direction of Hafak as I did the same for the palace. In a few minutes' time, I was at the front gate. When the gate-keeper understood that I was there to inquire about the guard position, he allowed me in without rebuttal. I was given passage into the huge gloomy gray stone palace, and soon after, Her Grace greeted me within her halls. She seemed thin and her skin was like wrinkled leather, cloaked in a chainmail vest and swathed in dark furs. “Do you know anything about being a guardsman in the employment of a queen?” She asked in a contemptuous tone. “No, your Grace.” “Good. No servant ever understands what needs to be done, and I despise those who think they do. You’re employed.” Life at the fortress was joyless, but my position was very undemanding. I had nothing to accomplish on most days except to avoid the Queen’s gaze. At such times, I oft travelled to the village, Hafak, to entertain myself and watch the apprentices carve large blocks of stone at master Baragor’s school while munching my rations. I became close to Vala and Morgrim, two of the travelers I had met on the way to the Queen’s domain. With Morgrim, the subjects of discussion rarely strayed away from stone carving, but still, I was fond of him. I found Vala a more enchanting companion, not only because she was pretty, but because she seemed to have interests outside of the realm of stone carving. A few days later, I had to return early from the village. It was one of the very rare occasions when I had work to do. Whenever Queen Brunna welcomed guests to her halls, I had to be seen standing at attention in the dinning room as the stewards worked hard breaking the ale casks open and to bring in the food. The footmen such as myself were purely decorative, a display. But at least I was a witness for what was to come.

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As expected of a creative mind such as Hotbox, well done! +1

I've only had good experiences with this guy. On this day, LotC loses one of its best, but also the dwarven community. One step closer to being a human only server I guess! To BDan, thank you for roleplaying with me when I was a new player and making me see the potential of what you can achieve if you are ambitious and surround yourself with good people. I hope we'll still chat from time to time in DMs, send each other some jokes and ask for life advice!

A frail dwarven cleric peers over the piece of parchment delivered to him, after pondering for a moment and remembering the dwarven king's previous missive he mutters to himself "Could et be tha' afteh losin' t'eir clocktoweh, Philip III an' 'is ilk also lost track o' toime?" He shook his head as this was the only evident reason in the dwarf's mind as for why the Orenian's ultimatum had not been delivered to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan yet.

Thank you the60th

IGN: Prifter RP NAME: Drazharr Doomforged AGE: 124 ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Legion, Workers Guild, Clan CANDIDATE: Alaric Grimgold

Drazharr lumbers across Kal'darakaan's city square, his ashen face bearing a somber expression. In one hand he carried his hammer, and in the other, a large parchment signed by numerous hands in the last stone days. The Doomforged stopped his course before the missive already pummeled into stone and soon placed the piece of parchment and a blackened nail right over the one holding the Ireheart's message. With one true hammer strike, the shoddy ferrum of the nail split open as the black ferrum nail was driven in its midst, the Doomforged's message now displayed before all atop the tardy threat. OOC: Link to the parchment:

Congratulations to all the staff team and admins!

Doesn't fit the aesthetic of the server. Simple as

IGN: Prifter RP NAME: Drazharr Doomforged AGE: 118 ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Legion, Guild, Clan List CANDIDATE: Levian'tol Grandaxe

If only they listened to the dozen of people telling them to cancel the thing after an hour of waiting...

IGN: Prifter Roleplay name: Drazharr Doomforged Discord tag: Prifter#9804 Amount of tickets: 3

The angry Starbreaker takes to Urguan's port upon hearing of the grudge. He walks to the end of the longest pier, drops his trousers and relieves himself into the sea after which he pulls them back up and finishes by fastening his belt. "Dorimnur Goldhand's sends 'is regards. T'is es onley t'e beginnen'." He mutters angrily.

Eren did nothing wrong

"Narvak oz Ajax fer writen' such a foine song, 'is writen' 'and as well as 'is tongue must be blessed boi Belka." Kragdin says slowly as he walks the halls of Kal'Darakaan, holding the paper in front of his eyes.

Snorri votes. IGN: Prifter RP NAME: Snorri Grandaxe CANDIDATE: Durorn Ireheart

Best skinner I have seen, would recommend!

Snorri squints as his eyes skim over every word written on the parchment. While reading, he keeps on brushing the horns of a High Ram without giving due attention. "Henthar...North...Norland... Drinks and food? Ah betteh bring t'is piece o' parchment t'ah wan o' moi kin s'ah t'ey can read t'e details but et looks loike ah feast t'ah me!" He exclaims, his voice booming throughout the Urguani Royal Stables.

Snorri reaches for one of the newspaper in the rack set upon Kal'Darakaan's city square using his remaining left hand. He opens it upside down and says: "Ah wish ah knew 'ow t'ah read properley, at least t'ey put some pictures en t'ere."

Wooo cant wait to RP with everyone on the isles!

Thanks for the giveaway. Here's the reference art for my character: https://imgur.com/a/Z1gSbqf And here's the skin: https://imgur.com/a/y3LJMWh Additional description: -He's built like a strongman, thick arms and hands, barrel chested with a belly, etc but he's a dwarf

Could you please add Kragdin Starbreaker under Gardath Starbreaker (Father) and Bhelga Ironbrow (Mother). Thank you very much!

Application Name: Grugni Username: Prifter Character’s age: 196 Biography: Grugni was born to a blacksmith and his miner wife. At a young age, he was taught how to work the forge and mine the necessary ores in order to accomplish his craft. For his Trial of Creation, Grugni forged an axe made of pure iron with a seasoned oak handle braided with rawhide, which he still carries to this day. In the following years, he began forging more and more, understanding that to honor his clan’s tradition, he must become a great blacksmith. Considering his growing interest in armouring, he began writing a book on various techniques an armorer must truly master to elevate his craft. In this book, he wrote about techniques such as planishing, the importance of the safety edge and the ideal heat colours for various metals . The part of the book that took the longest for Grugni to write is the segment about metal heat treatment techniques as he traveled far and wide across the realm to consult many blacksmiths for their opinion on the matter. A few years after completing his Trial of Knowledge, he witnessed the War of the Beards, luckily escaping the war with his life. He fled Kal’Tarak with the rest of his family after the fall of Kaz’Ulrah by the hands of the Coalition and would join Agnarumm with the rest of his clan. After settling in Agnarumm, he heard legends about a forgotten craft named Golemancy that can only be taught by a master. Even if the legends spoke about an excruciating process to learn Golemancy, it sparked something inside Grugni. He swore that one day, he would find a master of Golemancy and prove his worth to Yemekar. In the search of knowledge to become a master smith and perhaps more, he joined the expedition to Arcas and settled in the city of Kal’Varoth where he resides to this day. Ancestry: Unknown. Discord: Prifter#9804 Skin: