Xergarok

Dwonki the Dwedki gave a thumbs up. "Aha! Improvement, I like it!" he smiled, wiping tears from his eyes from his previous tantrum. "Now they just don't have to fall in the bureaucratic trap. Easier said than done..." the beardling let out.

"Shut yer mouth yeh fetid dog!" Dwonki the Dwedki shouted to the walls as he tore up the paper, aggressively chewing on it as he threw a temper tantrum.

Urson Thain, a humble servant of GOD, had been seated on the last bench within the house of GOD in Karosgrad. He hid his face in his hands for a minute or two as the situation developed upon these hallowed grounds. So much blood had been shed, surely desecrating the sacred land...

A stoic statue of esoteric stone would receive the news. "Hmmm... Long has it been since I saw Kargarn. Too little did I visit this location he seemed to love so much." it contemplated as it wandered through its own bleak and abandoned halls. "May we retrieve your soul from the terrors beyond. A worthwhile endeavour..."

It's already Tuesday and I've not read all of the above posts. I think some crucial questions can be asked to re-shape the way money and the economy works. What do people want, and how realistic is it to get there? Do you want tangible or intangible currency? Intangible currency will always remain something external. It's a commodity like edit tokens or crowns: They serve a purpose, but they're not really part of the RP world. What purpose should the economy serve? If it's simply to macro-manage settlements, tiles, upgrades and the likes, then I think the intangible variant we have right now (aside from needing some work on draining coin) is just fine. Personally I doubt we'd want to limit the economy to a tool for Administration to manage the server, and I assume most people want a more interactive and RP-friendly system instead. So, a tangible currency could partially bridge the gap. You could still have a mixed version, where money can be put in meta-banks so staff can get to it (for the sake of nations and the likes) while withdrawn money for players becomes tangible. You can have meta-banks, which can't be robbed, tax the money (like it does right now, I think?) which gives incentive to store it manually but puts it at risk of being robbed through genuine theft RP. The point I'm trying to make is that the options are endless, and suggestions should be based on what the players want, while also keeping it manageable and realistic. So... What do you want? Do you want an easy way to grind coin, a way provided by staff (be it mining, mobs, voting)? Do you want people to simply go back to manual trade and bartering? Do you want to be able to buy stuff when the merchant is offline, or do you want to be able to get what you need whenever? Do you want die-hard RP or something in-between? Does your coin have to be safe, or should people be able to steal it? One currency, or multiple currencies? Do you want a full reform, or minor edits to the system? The answers will greatly vary, and each aspect will have to be developed and thought out before implementation. Above all else I think we need a coherent system with a clear purpose, which then 'answers' all of these questions. So, perhaps there should be a survey based on the most relevant questions?

Dwonki wandered from the mountain tops towards the forge of Kal'Darakaan. "Father," he asked as he found Ulfar Starbreaker. "Wot are t'ey all causin' such ah ruckus for? Why don't they spend their sweat and blood on savin' our people frem decay and self-destruction instead?" the bearding asked. "Ah ain't sure wot tah think o' this..."

"The Rhun Prophet is dead.... Long live the Rhun Prophet..." Rumbled Irongutenberg, man of rock and stone.

I like the concept and aesthetic, just think (as more adept lore-lords will hopefully point out) that there are a lot of conceptual parts to work on. I think this requires a thorough rework, but it can work. Perhaps not solely combative for example, with more avenues to nurture a niche and RP?

A suit of Irongut armour would occasionally return to the lands of Urguan. Things had changed as it willed its withering existence to keep going. It read the missive. "Lad... T'ere es ah point w'ere occupying even moar offices nay longah serves dah purpose 'o keeping thin's runnin..." it grunted slowly. "Delegate. Delegate, er yeh'll fade loike all t'ose others..."

A young ranger would be minding his own education, unaware of these new developments. Would he learn? Hard to tell...

A figure donning the Irongut armour would make for the port. How strange, he never thought he'd see those mighty vessels again... Hopefully they would be treated with respect still...

Grimdal Irongut would send his support, if the news reached his tomb...

"The weak are meat and the strong do eat..." I was eaten. I deserved it. Too soon, perhaps, but I definitely deserved it. Not because of what led to my immediate demise of course, I was simply upset. Shame they didn't see it that way. I had it coming, should have let the hammer smite me instead. Or perhaps eternal servitude? A husk. Not my pint of ale, truth be told. I like to be flesh and bone, be it of this plane or the next. Where was I? I am dead, but I could not pass. Unfinished business and all that... A normal day. First day of class. Exciting. Not a clue, and there I stood. She's quite an actress, now I think about it. And when he entered, well, I realised how the trap was set. I should have died there, but I didn't. And then I should have died again, and I didn't. How strange... And what did I do? On probation, that's what I was. On probation, strict rules, and I broke them the moment I walked out of that door. Foolish of me. Hindsight makes things seem so preposterous and cynical... Look back, and see the past the way an Oracle sees the future. I should have embraced this second chance with open arms. Get some sleep, allow the mind to process what I had just experienced. I had potential, and I wasted it on an ignorant pair of pale hands, closing around my neck. You'd assume they'd forgive this minor transgression, given all I had done for them. Mistake number three. Emotions are the bane of reason. I let my captors play my emotions as if they were the strings of a harp. Good on them. Justice for her. I couldn't pass. Things would fall into place, I'd make sure of that. Mistake number four, do not bite the hand that feeds you, because it will absolutely incinerate you with the fires of Hell. Emotions should not have been part of the Creators design, they truly did me in this time. Captivity, death, making wrong choices. Proclivity. I see a recurring theme. A final place to rest. So much to say, so little time to say it. Perhaps if they discover my memoires? I won't get my hopes up. Time to sleep. Class dismissed.

Razaak Doomforged would dwell around Kal'Darakaan. He would receive the news as he read the noticeboard. "Seems ah'll get to know that green taxman better than expected." Dwonki would be oblivious to these developments, mining away in the far North. A being of acceptance and peace would drift around the halls of a productive hold. From the shadows would it listen to the sounds of industry, picking up on verbal accounts of the news... It was quiet. "Ah reason tah venture uut entuh dah sunloight perhaps?" it wondered then.

The flow of reality is hard to grasp, if not impossible. Like sand, drifting like an ocean, and the ocean, as treacherous as the land. Where then, will you go? Hold on to whatever support you have, you are in for a rough ride... But no matter how it ends now, what fun you'll have had.

A being of peace and self-awareness would wander those halls. Four hooves didn't make a sound as they guided the entity through the air. It looked around, spreading a melancholic feeling of warmth and calm as their kin slept. Dwonki would wake up, having had a good nights rest, singing his morning-song. He would wash his face, drink his ale and lift up his tools. "Anuutah deey 'o wurk, rom pom pom!" he let out as he headed for the mines. "WAN GOING DOON!" he bellowed as the mechanism transported him to the deep dark below...

A figure, long since dwelling between life and death would once be privy to these blessed insights. Now, the entity would be naught but a watered down echo of what it once was. And yet... Memories and emotions fading, it tried to cling on... Acceptance or denial, the future was vague still... And what memories it had left, would certainly draw it to the places that mattered to it in life...

The ectoplasm would thicken the air during the meeting. The shadows collected under the eyes of the Brathmordakin as words were exchanged within the Temple of the World-Maker. The walls echoed with a deep humming, a chant, a lament... The presence of something in-between life and death, drifting amongst the masses, was clear. "Exodus... At all costs..." it said, their voice nothing but a faint hiss. As many signed their names, so too would that being of torment extend its hand... Only to find themselves unable to lift the quill... A wail escaped from its mouth once more.

Grimdal Irongut received the news at the same time as the entirety of the continent. His feet shook as they rested in the cool water. His nostrils flared as he smelled the fresh ink and the meaning the words bore. "Yeba... Baba.. Ye... Eh!" he spluttered. "Wot en dah focken rabid dogshack world?!" he jumped up. "Now, ef ah didn't know, who dah fok did?" he snapped, reaching for his robes.

A young yet frail Dwarven figure would lift up his hand, causing his quill to pen down the following message. "May both master and apprentice find a suitable social contract when the time calls for it. With this letter I wish to inform you of my own interest in the field which you so aptly dub 'Human'. Though educated in the methods which I require to brew that which I need, I would not call myself an alchemist. It is the point you make that illustrates what such a title requires, and it is something I do not have for the time being. I tell myself that I wish to learn for the satisfaction of developing skill and nourishing ability as things in and of themselves. It is for this reason too, that I believe I must gain a profound understanding of this matter of creation. I do not seek to replace magic, but to complete the perspective magic already provides. If you seek to contact me you will find me within Kal'Darakaan. Any communication directed to A-9 addressed to me will find me in due time. Sincerely, Grimdal Irongut"

"Wot does dem signatures even mean? Is all of t'em sayin' they agree wiff these words?" a dwarf asked as he ate his Irongut Crisped Bagel. "Ah dunno lads, unrelated tah Ulfrics own achievements 'n failures, ah can't say dah Kingdom is in ah better position right now... But perhaps dah pressure tah abdicate 'is throne will inspire Bakir? Irehearts man..." he muttered, washing his plum-jam-covered bagel down with a slosh of coffee.

IGN: Xergarok Skin: Never partook in these competitions before, so I have no clue if the use of this much dark (cave dwarf) is allowed given the palettes but here we go!

Grimdal Irongut would send over his gnome assistant to make a copy of both missives. "Both 'o t'em put dah way many dwedmar feel on paper. Ah'm glad, et's t'ese missives t'at'll become dah catalyst 'o change. Ah 'ope, 'n ah believe, thanks tah dah optimistic views 'o many, t'at weh can overcome t'es problem." he told a Beardling who wondered what he had done to deserve this monologue.