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A richly decorated roll of parchment would be delivered to the Clan hall of Elder clan Goldhand. A blue ribbon had been tied around the roll of parchment, sealing it. Upon the outside of the parchment had been written “Fer dah elder clan Goldhand setuated en dah dwarven cetteh ef Kal’Darakaan! Frem Davli Goldhand” 26 yeah ef dah second age 5th ef dah deep cold One would inmediately notice that this letter was quite different from the others. There were no fancy drawings nor was it a long letter for that matter. Additionally the writing seemed somewhat rushed. Dear mah, pah , sesteh eh brotheh, Ah tenk ef yah all evereh deh en ah ‚ope ah well be able tae seeh yeh all ‘gain. Buh efnaeh well er… The inkt would be smeared across something he had written” Well tell sun! Er euh ah luv all ef yeh! En yeh boie! yer son eh brotheh Davli! A second note had been included, unlike the other notes this one had been sealed by a wax seal with the Goldhand symbol on it. Fer Dorumnir goldhand only. The note was short but to the point. Dah. Shet esnae goin’ well. Weh ahe bein’ ignored ah disrespected boi dah haenseni. Der es enfoighten’ en dah demons seem tae beh learnen…. Ah need yeh tae settle meh affaihs ef ah dunnae return. Ah trus’ ah can coun’ on yeh fer dah. Ah wan’ ‘alf tae goh tae dah clan eh dah otheh half tae hana. Yer son, Davli. ... Tenk yeh fer evereh'ten' dah. A small leather pouch with some pepper in it had been attached to the letter. Lastly a small note with a singular H drawn upon it was included. Dear, hana. Des esnae easeh. Et’s goin’ tae shoite. Soh well ah luv yah en eh ‘’ope ah can seeh yah ‘gain. Efnae ah ‘ave enstructed fatheh dah yeh shud receive ‘alf of wah ah own. Hopefelleh till soon. Davli A large golden oakleaf with a large and fancy looking capital D in the center had been drawn here

A richly decorated roll of parchment would be delivered to the Clan hall of Elder clan Goldhand. A blue ribbon had been tied around the roll of parchment, sealing it. Upon the outside of the parchment had been written “Fer dah elder clan Goldhand setuated en dah dwarven cetteh ef Kal’Darakaan! Frem Davli Goldhand” 24 yeah ef dah second age 2nd ef dah deep cold ‘Lloh evereh’un. Ahm ‘fraid dah des toime meh news es nae as gud as dah las’ toime. Weh ‘ave been attacked multepel toimes boi strange moind controllen’ plan’s dah use dead people eh anemals. Et got pretteh bad eh weh suffered ah loh ef wunded wen dey besieged er camp. Luckeleh ah managed alon’ wef sem othehs tae convence dah grup tae flee eh weh ‘ave made ah new camp naeh dah troll vellage. Dear mah, Dah Brotheh eh sestah, Ahm stell alloive soh dah es gud ah tenk, goh koinda close ah few toimes tae. Mah face eh rebs goh pretteh smashed ep buh et’s healed pretteh gud ah tenk. Ah ‘ope yah all beh doin’ a’iote eh wud luv tae ‘ear wah ‘as been goin’ on oveh dehe! Please gef Damona mah tenks fer dah beautefel drawen’! Alsoh tenks mah fer yer ‘erbs! Brotheh ah 'ope yer recovereh es goin' well en ah cannae wait tae seeh yeh 'gain! En euh dah koinda beh et ah guess. Greeten’s frem davli! A quite elaborate set of scales had been drawn underneath the message. Strangely enough a separate note had been included within the large roll of parchment. It had been folded into a small square and had something written on the outside. “Fer Dorumnir goldhand, meh dahs oies onleh.” The note read as follows. Hai dah ah wrote des en ah separate note cause ah dunnae wan’ tae worreh mah tae mech buh ah feah weh ahe gonnae beh knee deep en shoite pretteh sun. Soh basseceleh ah need bloodeh ‘elp ‘ere. Mabeh uncle en es lads wud be ep fer et. Anehweh dem undead ten’s beh nae fah b’hoind eh dah deccesions bein’ made ahe stuped. Even feh umrehs eh elguhs. Soh aneh suppor’ yah could send mah weh wud beh appreciated. Ahm sorreh tae ask yeh fer elp dah buh ah wudnae ask unless ah need et. Davli, Underneath the note a series of specifications and details had been written down, this included things like the camps location and current supply situation. Deah hana! Ah ‘ope yeh beh doin’ well! Ets euh verreh strange ‘ere! En euh ets koinda dangerous. Soh ehm. Ah ‘ope ah seeh yah again. Steh safe hana. Kevin es stell as cute as evah loike you! Buh euh ah yes 'ope ah servoive tae seeh yah 'gain... anehweh! Steh safe en euh luv yah! Yer davli. A Very detailed sketch of a darkskinned dwarf girl was drawn here. Soh! Dah beh all 'gain! Ah 'ope yeh all beh safe eh steh safe! Seeh yeh all sun! Booiieeee! Greeten's frem davli! A large golden oakleaf with a large and fancy looking capital D in the center had been drawn here

A richly decorated roll of parchment would be delivered to the Clan hall of Elder clan Goldhand. A blue ribbon had been tied around the roll of parchment, sealing it. Upon the outside of the parchment had been written “Fer dah elder clan Goldhand setuated en dah dwarven cetteh ef Kal’Darakaan! Frem Davli Goldhand” 23rd year ef dah second age 3rd ef dah fers’ seed. ‘Lloh evereh’un ! Ets meh davleh! Soh euh! Fers’leh ah realleh mes yeh all en ah ‘ope yeh all beh well! Et’s been qoite deffecul’ oveh ‘ere, buh weh beh doin’ a’iote. Weh ‘ave made frien’s wif dah troll chief! Es name es Kaz’yem en euh er es qoite noice! Weh ‚ave alsoh fough‘ ah goian‘ crab en ah scahed aweh ah kelpeh! En well weh alsoh koinda hanged ah crazeh ladeh! Soh yeh ah beh doin’ foine ah tenk. Ah yes realleh mess ‘ome buh otheh den dah aim foine! Now dah yeh all ‘ave been updated ah ‘ave sem ten’s tae seh tae various people soh luk fer yer name! A small sketch of mica goldhand had been drawn here. Dear mah! Euh et’s koinda scareh ‘ere buh ah beh a’iote. Ah ded alreadeh use dah beg cause well ah cannon koinda exploded buh yeh ah ‘elped people! Soh euh well ah luv yah mah eh seeh yah sun! Alsoh seh hi tae Damona fer meh! Eh er esnae dead alreadeh seh ‘Lloh tae Joseph fer meh! Luv yah! Davli! Something had been scribbled underneath the Message Ah cud use sem mohe medical ten’s! A small set of scales had been drawn above the message Dear Dah! Ah ‘ope bussenes beh goin’ well! Et probableh ess wif dah war eh all. Oveh ‘ere ah beh doin’ gud bussenes soh dah es pretteh cool! Ah ‚ope yeh beh doin‘ a’iote en Euh! Ah scared ah Kelpeh aweh! Oh eh alsoh dah, et beh koinda dangerous ‘ere en eh ah need ah ‘elmet! Oh befohe ah forgeh! Ef sum’un es mean tae hana! Pleas smash der ‘eads! Ah wud alsoh realleh ‘preciate ah update fer wah ‘as been goin’ on en dah citteh en dah contenen’! Oh en alsoh mabeh sem loike wud eh ten’s! Wud beh koindah handeh! Luv yah! Davli! A small sketch of Hana starbreaker had been drawn here Mah deah Hana, ‘Lloh Hana! Ah realleh realleh mess yah! Soh euh, please wroite back! En euh ah ‘ave worn dah amulet yeh gave meh all dah toime! Eh kevin is roite nex‘ tae meh! Ah realleh realleh ‘ope yer safe buh euh ef nae ah asked dah tae smash sem ‘eads en tae make yah safe! Luv yah loike ah thousan’ toimes! Davli! A lot of hearts, pug faces and hammers had been drawn underneath the message A small set of scales had been drawn here ‘Lloh Brotheh! Ah realleh mes yah en euh beh koinda sad yer naeh ‘ere buh well aim stell ‘loive soh ah beh foine ah guess. Ah ‘ope yer beh alsoh ‘loive ‘gain buh well ah promess yah tae bren’ lot’s ef pretteh eh shoineh ten’s back fer yah! En yeh need tae beh cahefell a’iote! Alsoh ah alreadeh asked dah buh ef aneh’un as mean tae Hana! Stab dem loike verreh maneh toimes! Oh alsoh! Ef yeh goh aneh loike weapons er crossbows dem wud beh realleh andeh tae ave ‘ere! Greeten’s frem Davli!! A small mask of dungrim had been drawn here ‘Lloh Uncle eh aunt! Tenk yeh verreh mech fer all dah ten’s yeh gave meh! Dey beh doin’ verreh well oveh ‘ere! En der beh verreh cull ten’s oveh ‘ere soh ah well sureleh bren‘ sum’ten‘ back fer yeh all! Steh safe oveh dehe! Greeten’s frem Davli! Soh dah beh all dah ten’s ah wanted tae seh! Steh safe evereh’un! Boieeee! A large golden oakleaf with a large and fancy looking capital D in the center had been drawn here

Davli Goldhand sighed deeply as he ran from place to place preparing for the grand expedition he was to embark on when he found a copy of the missive "Efcohse wen ah euh goh 'weh! Den dey gonnae stab lobstehs! Ah well mabeh dah wah well stell beh goin' on wen ah come back! "The boy remarked returning to his preparations Somewhere in this realm or the next a familiar grumbling could be heard loud and clear as The late doctor Darrindrabor went on about cowardly medics and shoiteh orenian incompetence in medicine, also something about bringing the axe.

The now departed Dr. Darinndrabor laughed heartily "Bloodeh umrehs alwehs complainen'"

Davli Goldhand would be seen running around the streets of the various cities and towns of Almaris, any passerby's would have a copy of the invitiation pushed into their faces. "Come tae dah temple kessen'! Mah eh dah gonna Kes en dah temple! Yah shud realleeh come tae et! Ets gonnae beh suppeh duppeh cul!" The young dwedki would shout full of enthusiasm and excitement. Darrindrabor would come upon a copy of the invitation which had been nailed to the message board. A proud smile, accompanied by a single ghostly tear that inmeddiately dissapeared could be seen. "Das meh lasseh a'iote" He muttered before vanishing once more into thin air.

Darinndrabor, the specter smiled proudly as he looked down upon his daughter and prodigy. "Dah beh fokken' 'roite, Bloodeh show em lass." He remarked before once more fading into nothingness.

DR. Darinndrabor An eternally lost soul. Darinn was brought into this world with a void. He did not know who he was where he should go or where he belonged. He wandered endlessly and never truly arrived. And this feeling of being lost truly blinded him. It was not that he lacked ambition or did not achieve anything. The young dwarf quickly became a military officer in the dwarven legion, he became the surgeon general of haense and later created the guild known as Healuroz Barimmar. In addition the dwarf was a veteran of many wars and shocking events. The Dwarven throne room bombing chief among them No matter how much he achieved however this void always remained. As time passed, luck turned against the dwarf. His son went missing. His wife went missing, then came back and left him. His life's works were taken from him due to the insanity that had taken hold of him. And as all things must end. This path of insanity ended just as abruptly as it started. Now awaits the judgement of the Braths. Narvok Oz Darinndrabor (OOC) Thanks to everyone who welcomed this character as i first started playing him after discovering lotc. Playing this char has a blast and i thank everyone i have rped with for making this possible.

Damn that looks epic! Would love to participate as well!! @Worldeater

Lol why not, I have never spoken to you but who am I?

Anbella’s Grace - Healuroz Barimmar Da Krazdran kahanir Ardol nevrumm enduroz A dwarven medic after tending to the wounded after the battle against the Aengul Ondnarch The Main Focus Anbella’s Grace is a medical institution based out of Urguan and independent of the outside world tasked with ensuring medical care for dwarves and its quality. The dwarven race being a hardy folk, the medics of the guild (ironically enough) prioritize efficiency over grace in their medical treatment, trusting in dwarven fortitude to bear through any discomfort so the treatment may be done swiftly. The medics are, as many other facets of dwarven society, industrious in their care, however as the name would suggest devoted to the religious nature of their work, often cooperating with priests of da Kirkja Dverga to craft prayers. They worship Anbella in particular. Culture and Aesthetic To achieve our goal of a unique medical community we strive to create a bit of culture and create a unique aesthetic. We mostly want to center this around effectiveness, a pinch of the dwarven religion, typical dwarven directness and bluntness and a little bit of an unrefined vibe. We also embrace the militaristic vibe all of Urguan shares. The ingame slogan or credo will be “ Da Krazdran kahanir Ardol nevrumm enduroz”. This translates into The battle against blood, never ending. Main Goals -Provide a stable medical community -Provide fun and interesting rp for Urguans medics -Create a distinctly dwarven way of practicing medicine -Creating dwarven medical knowledge( both in the form of books and ooc things like dwarven physiology.) -Ensuring and guarding the quality of medical rp. -Becoming the main authority on dwarven medicine -Becoming a guild Organization First Medic: -Serves as the main authority in the organization -Delegates power downwards -Keeps track of the overall progress Second Medic: -Serves as a council under the First Medic -FM chooses someone from the council to be their right hand -Different SM’s are in charge of different things, for example combat medics, head nurse, apothecary and general civilian treatment Senior Medic: -A regular, more experienced medic -Can train new medics Medic: -A regular medic that has passed training, though is still relatively inexperienced -Can oversee the training of new medics Medic Trainee: -An initiate in the organization, can oversee treatment of patients -May treat their own medics after basic training under a medic’s oversight Nurse: -an initiate in the organisation who has chosen to do their part in combating the less lethal but still dangerous illnesses Example of some of the many services the guild will provide : - Healtcare for all dwed - Making dwarven medical supplies - Teaching the next generation medics [OOC] Are you interested in dwarven medical rp? Do you want to help build the medical comunity of urguan? If the answer to both of these questions is yes then The healers guild is the place for you! Application form : Mc Username Discord + Tag Rp name Character Race Any Relevant medical experience Time zone

Dr. Darinndrabor sighed deeply as he read the missive. He slowly shook his head, the image of the dead dwarf pinned to a tree stil fresh in his mind. As crumbled the missive up and threw it away he grumbled loudly "Fokken uruks. Dem nevah learn."

[!] A note would be nailed to the door of the Haense clinic. Deah frends, fellow medecs eh people ef Haense. Yah ‘ave all ‘eard dah tales goin’ round but meh. Dem beh true. Ah made a mestake en ah feel dah ah cannae fulfell dah post ef surgeon general ef Haense anneh longeh. Soh ah hereboi offecialeh resoign as Surgeon general eh ‘ead ef dah haense clenec. A tenk all ef ya fer dah noice toimes ah had en Haense eh wesh yah dah est. Ets toime fer meh tae return tae dah place ah belong. Yers trulleh’

Hi there! I am looking for someone to play Either the mother or the father of my persona. The persona is a Forest dwarf named Darinndrabor and he currently lives in haense. A few days after his birth he was laid upon the steps of cloud temple and was raised by a elderly human man till he was 15. This resulted in a very confused and conflicted dwed who roamed the roads for over 40 years. I have now reached a stage with the character where id like to actually interact with the mother or father of the character. If you would be interested plz send me a message on discord, if you have any questions dont hesitate to also send ma a message on discord! My discord is Datweirdguy#3170 {Some art of my persona}

The Wronged: Darinndrabor Blackroot Belgrum Starbreaker Wilhelm Ireheart Urist Ireheart Morul Irongut Balek irongut The Assailant: Orenian General Alren Denurem and Sir Arcues reine The Wrong: Insults made against Darinndrabor Blackroot and his kin. Failure to apply proper strategy, leading to their near-defeat at the hands of the infernal scourge, prior to Dwarven intervention. Their near-defeat at the hands of the Infernal Scourge nearly leading to the death of Balek Irongut. Refusal to offer thanks to the Dwarvish party which rescued the Orenian retinue. Date of Wrongdoing: 8th Of The Deep Cold, 1778 Terms of Settlement: An official personal apology from the general and the knight. Or 7k minaes.

Darinndrabor Blackroot laughed heartily when looking at one of the posters while on patrol. “All dah empoire e Kaedrin shud beh doin es surendereng tae step des senseless slaughteh. “He then threw the poster away and continued on his patrol.

Darinndrabor Blackroot Laughed heartily after reading the missive. He then goes back to patrolling the roads. “Bloodeh Orenian propagandah!

Darinndrabor blackroot sighed deeply while reading the missive. When he was done he threw the missive away “Sech a shame. Da HRA beh gud soldiehs. Shame dey ave tae doi now. A wesh dem luk.

IGN : Count_Dutchula RP Name : Darinndrabor Blackroot Candidate : Jorvin Starbreaker

*Darinn Nodded as he read the log of the commander”Des shoite es gonnae beh ugleh, gud tae see everehone es doin t’ere part.