Lady_Dietz

MC Name: Lady_Dietz

RP Name: Yazmorra Blackroot

Discord: Dietz#2343

Time Zone (EST, GMT, etc.): EST

High Chief Yazmorra Blackroot reads the letter, cocking a brow to Baldin's sudden reemergence and affiliation with the Seers Council. She takes out a piece of paper and begins writing to him.

"Baldin,

I am aware we have never met, but I am also aware of you prior actions. The Seers Council was only just formed and you do not currently maintain a position in it. Find me in Hefrumm, we can resolve this matter and if you have interest in joining the Seers Council, it will be discussed among us. My respect for your insight on the Brathmordakin is great, but it is more important now than ever we present a clear, united image for the Seers of Hefrumm. If we find that you can convey such a message, clear of herecy, you will undergo our rituals and be welcomed to the Seers Council with open arms.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      May Ograhad guide your decisions,                                                                                                                                                                                                       

[!] The letter would be signed with a symbol of the Seers as well as directions to her dwelling in Hefrumm.

Yazmorra Blackroot picks up the letter, reading the words with teary eyes. "Eh vereh courageous en determined dwed heh wus..." she puts a hand to her heart, looking out at the vast forest covering Hefrumm. "As heh served Anbella en loife, heh will serve her en teh realm. May teh braths bless ye beyond Karl." she utters the prayer with shaky breath.

Yazmorra Blackroot picks the invitation off the wall of the great dwarven city. "Aye, teh Grand King 'imself has been blessed wit Belka tudeh! eh betta dwed he'll beh wit Dhaen beside 'im." She chuckles to herself excitedly and runs back to Hefrumm. "Take out yer finest furs meh kin, weh goen tu eh weddin!"

Name (Both RP & IGN): Yazmorra Blackroot | Lady_Dietz

Profession (Miner, blacksmith, artisan? Multiple jobs are allowed!): Miner & Artisan

Do you require temporary housing?: No

Discord (Not required, but highly suggested! It’s free & safe): Yazmorra Blackroot#2343

“May teh Brathmordakin foreva shine t’eir light on our village eh ‘efrumm,” Yazmorra Blackroot smiled to herself, recalling the first day she was welcomed by the forest dwarves in Hefrumm. She looks up the starry skies above her dwelling. “An may teh ‘igh chiefs eh past, present, en futa always ‘ave teh forest an Anbella by t’eir side.”

Yazmorra Blackroot sticks her dagger in the ground, furious with the halflings “Eh t’ought es shorta folk wuld stick toget’er, supposen t’at esn’t teh cae anymo’. Teh halfies shuld kno uruks can’t beh trusted” she huffs.

||||||||||||| A HEFRUMM WEDDING |||||||||||||

[!] A piece of parchment would be hung on the walls of Urguan and on the notice board in Hefrumm

Darinndrabor and Yazmorra Blackroot have made the choice to unite in marriage under the Brathmordakin.

Darinndrabor, the Head Legion medic for Urguan and Yazmorra, Legionnaire, will unite their love in a celebration of Annbella and Hefrumm.

All the dwed of Urguan and friends of the pair are welcome to attend this ceremony. The wedding will be officiated by Karl Blackroot, the clan leader himself. It will begin in the afternoon in Hefrumm’s village and the afterparty will be held at the Hefrumm tavern. The celebration of marriage will last no more than an hour and the party will go as late into the evening as desired.

All are encouraged to bring ale and alcohol of preference to the celebration, but the meal will be provided. No gifts are required to be brought unless alcohol-related then feel free. We hope to see our fellow dwed and friends there!

OOC: This Wednesday, May 13th NOW AT 12:30pm EST

Yazmorra reads the message intently, recalling the near-drowning her and her fellow legionnares experienced. “En weh gunna stop every wun of teh vodniks till teh dwed’re safe.” She nods, running her hand down the side of her bow.