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  1. Yazmorra Blackroot is rolling a hefty bifter of cactus green and Ponderlot for her husband because the Grand King needs a good trip. She grins at the thought of visiting her orc herb dealers once more and meeting the new Rex of the Iron Uzg.
  2. Yazmorra Blackroot nods firmly to Naffog. "An uruk ov true 'onor yeh are nak, an 'onor tu serve besoide yeh an' end teh loives ov two cowardleh slavers." She glances to the rest of the Legionnares that accompanied them, raising her dagger drenched in orc blood. "NARVAK OZ URGUAN! DUNGRIMM'S MOIGHT UPON KRUGMAR!"
  3. ((Username)): Lady_Dietz Name: Yazmorra Blackroot Age: 118 Are you a citizen of Urguan?: Yup Are you of Urguan’s Folk? (A Dwarf/Honorary): Naw, imma thot.
  4. Yazmorra Blackroot wanders up to the notice board in the Hefrumm tavern, a long sigh emitting from the dwarfess “Ah Porkpie, aye knew heh wus blessed boi Anbella, ehbout teh same age as meh w’en aye set oot entu teh woods fur wisdum.” She offers a solemn but proud smile, picking up a few bread crumbs from the ground. “May teh ‘earth Mot’er guide yeh ‘ome safe meh nephew, aye’ll miss yeh.”
  5. Valeryda sharpens her daggers atop her balcony in Stygian Hollow, glancing to her sandbagger wife as her face turns to sorrow "What is it Tal?" She suddenly feels the great sadness wash over her as the world appears... lacking... of pajamas. "Ni, it can't be... Legolas..." She utters quietly. "How will we go on... I've never felt... so little sus..." She chokes a bit on her solemn sip of tea.
  6. Yazmorra Blackroot glances over the Grand Kingdom from atop Anbella's Idol Tree of Dol'Anym. "En teh name an' 'onor ov Dungrimm." She lifts her staff, swinging her bow around her back. "Teh uruks did naye learn afta teh war ov Arcas... weh will sureleh remoind t'em." She raises her staff in the air. "NARVAK OZ DUNGRIMM! NARVAK OZ URGUAN! AAAAARRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
  7. Yazmorra Blackroot accompanies her sister-in-law to a ball the last night before she rode off, looking fabulous as ever atop her Bokolo. She watches as Brynaelda dances and laughs, her smile lighting up the room. "Yeh will beh soh greatleh missed 'igh Prop'et, Clan Mot'er, an' dear sista." She hums to herself, a bittersweet smile on her face. The former High Chief recalled Brynaelda being the one that built her confidence to run for the wooden throne, listening to a younger Yaz's speech for hours and even weaving her a much needed new outfit for the occasion. "Ah Bryn, t'ere are naye quoite as maneh dwed soh carin' an' confident as ye. Yeh 'ave brought teh Grandaxes great 'onor, teh Brat'mordakin great 'onor, an' 'elped soh maneh wee, wide-eyed dwed aye can naye even keep count ov. Includin' meh wunce upon ah toime, aye will owe yeh foreva fur t'at." She lets out a sigh, a few tears welling in her eyes as the Grandaxe twirls about the room. "Teh visage ov Belka, may 'er passion bring yeh endless joy meh sistah, w'erever 'er skies guide yeh."
  8. Yazmorra Blackroot picks up the bloodied, crumpled missive from her husband’s desk “Ahhh so t’ey ‘call an end’ tu teh conflict, eh? Funneh fokkin’ way ov showin’ eet uruks.” She smirks, puffing her herbaceous cigar “Try sendin’ ah fruit basket next toime.” She blows out a cloud of smoke, leaning back as she recalls her many travels to Krugmar for ‘business.’ “An’ may Anbella keep yer precious cactus green safe frum Dungrimm’s moight!”
  9. Yazmorra Blackroot lifts up the missive, scanning the words as she puffs her herbaceous cigar. “Unusual, aye respected teh uruks w’en t’ey culd admit defeat against meh fellow Legionnaires en teh Arcas war.” She hums. “Et seems teh brutes are spinnin’ wurds loike teh long legs instead now...” She taps her cigar, ash falling upon the missive.
  10. Yazmorra Blackroot raises her staff in the air as her husband returns home from battle. "Wit' teh proide ov Yemekar an' teh moight ov Dungrimm!" She readies her stoner lungs, emitting a thundering "AAAARRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" throughout the kingdom.
  11. Valerdya catches word from her voyage through the druidic tropics “Aaahhhhhhhhh, lovely to see my fellow Rustlers thriving as always.” She scratches her head “I think- I may have to move out of Talon’s when I get back, ti?” She shrugs, sipping her coconut cocktail.
  12. [!] A flock of wood sparrows would soar above Dol'Anym, delivering a letter with the sigil of a Grizzly Bear's face to every dwelling of the Hefrumm village. -=9th High Chief Election Speeches=- Transcribed by former High Chief Yazmorra Blackroot, below are the speeches given by all 3 candidates. May Ogradhad guide you to wisdom in this decision. Porkpie Grandaxe: https://imgur.com/a/yFDYpVF Qrue Grasswhistle: https://imgur.com/a/D0OfEQT Bodhi Cottonwood: https://imgur.com/a/788vQVX May the 9th High Chief lead our kin into the brightest days of Sun's Smile. Narvak oz Hefrumm! OOC: Voting form will be posted in the discord. Those of forest dwarf blood are able to vote, all votes to be counted will be discussed amongst the Folks Council.
  13. Valerdya of the Rustlers skims over the missive as she parties alongside the severed head of a mali'ame "Ti, ti, an awful loss it was... though I do ni remember any galloping horses, or um, well any fight at all from the mali'ame." She shrugs, passing a piece of cake to her wife.
  14. [!] A flock of wood sparrows would soar above Hefrumm, delivering a letter with the sigil of a Grizzly Bear's face to every dwelling of the village. ~A Passing Wind~ I look out upon the village of my kin today, the eve of Armakak’s smile warming the woodland of Hefrumm. From atop my tree trunk dwelling, I watch; Sailors rowing home with fresh sand skippers, Hunters turning a roasting boar over the fire, Brewers harvesting barley and berries, Beardlings dashing about the fields, Seers scaling the mountain for wisdom, Snails keeping a watchful, beady eye, And farmers tending to the first seeds of Sun’s Smile. It was then, as the earth concealed that single seed, a passing wind came. It was the same brisk and warm call that guided me to Hefrumm long ago, the same wind that urged me to lead my kin. A breeze sent by Anbella herself, that has called me to serve once more. Just days before I first embraced the wooden throne, I met a humble, honorable, and quick-witted brewer. He stood by my kin and fought hand in hand with me for everything Anbella’s Hearth deserves. It is now that I stand alongside him, and serve as Grand Queen to the newest Grand King of Urguan, Levian’Tol Grandaxe. I think back on my journey as High Chief, remembering how I gazed upon this quiet village with wide, naive, and eager eyes. I look now at the Village of Hefrumm with pride, honor, and the warmest of Anbella's love. Even through the silent winters and sparse tavern nights, I would go back and do it all again if I could. I hope I have served you well my kin, for a passing wind has led me to a new journey. One, that I believe, will guide all of Urguan to Yemekar’s glory. May you forever nourish Anbella’s seed of Hefrumm, for it has only just begun to grow. Narvak oz Urguan. Narvak oz Hefrumm. Ulro Anbella’s ival, akhoral khazadmar oz kahiv,
  15. Do’Ivya’zalli bears her teeth in a wide grin as a magpie drops the paper on her front step. “Rha’kirrr iz famouz!! Lowng live Mitzuul Gwove!” The large Tigrasi warrior pins the issue on her wall with a dagger. “Cwome luuk zizterrr, Kha famouz!” She screams after Qineli.
  16. Yazmorra Blackroot glances over the throne room, a wide grin present on her face. “Ah, moi drug empoire es onleh jus’ beginnin’” She pops an herbaceous bifter in her mouth, ready for a trip.
  17. Yazmorra Blackroot absolutely BEAMS at her nephew’s letter “Oi! Luk, luk! Aye made et en teh next Grand King’s drawin’!” She grins, skimming through the words. “An’ heh mentioned teh Seers an’ Hefrumm! Seems loike ah ‘ave a new favourite dwedki!”
  18. Valerdya of the Rustlers skims over the missive with a raised brow. “All of us? In one place? Ti, this should be more than entertaining.” She smirks, tossing a dagger in each hand.
  19. Happy pride my LOTC homies!!!
  20. IGN: Lady_Dietz RP NAME: Yazmorra Blackroot AGE: 109 ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: All CANDIDATE: Levian'Tol Grandaxe
  21. Valerdya skims over the missive with a smile. “Oooo, this should be fun.” She sharpens her daggers, humming an eerie tune. “Goat blood, never tried it before, hope they give us a reason to.”
  22. High Chief Yazmorra Blackroot glances over the missive. “Ahhh teh ancient art ov dwedmar. Aye wonda eff heh works wit’ wood tu.” She hums, puffing her cigar. “Ah bet Azekl wuld give meh an armeh ov wud golems.”
  23. Do’Ivya nudges her sister. “Do thinkz Qiqi zhould meet them firrrzt, bet the teeny twiny wunz are harrrrd to catch.” She licks her lips.
  24. High Chief Yazmorra Blackroot squints at the missive. "Eh? Aye loiked teh last Rex." She shrugs, crumpling up the paper before leaning back and popping an herbaceous cigar in her mouth.
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