McGl1zzy

Relyk Grimgold blinks slowly as he awakens in a filthy corner of Kal'Daraakan. He stands, dragging his feet through the Grand Kingdom before his dull and grimy mask faces towards the missive. He picks it up, reading from the paper shaking violently from tremors that subside as he sips from a well worn flask. Once finished he would stumble slowly through the dwarven halls and down the railways before collapsing at his home in Tagar Tazarak, passing out in a stupor once more amongst the now dead and desolate potato fields.

+1 for tenacity, selfless dedication to the magic and the community, patience/humility regarding criticism to the previous writes, and for the based and unique cultural rp that would be birthed from this magic becoming reality once more.

[!] A letter is placed at the crossroads, sealed with a piece of wax featuring an 'X' inscribed within an oval pressed into it. Opening the letter reveals a note endowed with gold flaked ink that shimmers in stark contrast to its black base. To whom it may concern, My Name is Relyk Grimgold - Tater Smith of Tagar Tazarak and apprentice to Alaric Grimgold. I, Ogradhad willing, wish to gain knowledge and eventually wisdom concerning the intricacies of alchemy. Please leave word in my mailbox near the forge of Tagar Tazarak if you wish to arrange for discussion of this topic face to face. I am sure that one way or another I will be able to make it worth your time. Narvok oz Urguan, Narvok oz Ogradhad. [OOC: This knowledge is not common and is only for the adressee.]

Relyk Grimgold sits in the Urguan gate house, reading the missive while munching on a tater. A low grunt emanates from behind his expressionless mask before putting the missive down and remaining alert at his post. "Nae make'n et easeh 'gain ef Ah can 'elp et." The beardling mutters.

Relyk Grimgold peruses a stack of paperwork given to him by Voden Frostbeard, groaning to himself before he even picks up a quil. "Ef et weren't fer teh gloreh o' Urguan....." He trails off, furiously scribbling while a continuous stream of dwarven profanities cascade from behind his mask upon nonexistent ears. After sometime this same stack of paperwork would be found unceremoniously dropped square in the middle of the Legion Hall.

Relyk Grimgold reads the missive and blinks once upon finishing. He clears his throat before turning his mask to the sky. "KLOOOOOOOOOOOUFF!!!!"

Relyk Grimgold reads the declaration silently within his home. Upon finishing he sighs and walks out the door towards the clan forge. He engages the bellows as he feeds the forge coal; the flames dance across his eyes and glint off his mask as he picks up his smithing hammer once again.

IGN: McGl1zzy RP NAME: Relyk Grimgold AGE: 38 ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Worker's Guild; Clan CANDIDATE: Alaric Grimgold

Relyk Grimgold reads over the flyer while waiting for a batch of taters to finish cooking. "Hmm.. Ah'ope dey leabe rewm fer grub! Dis new res'pee t'will blow d'eir socks off!" He ponders a moment while staring at the timer ticking away before muttering "... 'opefulleh nae literalleh."

[!] Flyers featuring a depiction of a dwarf cooking would float around Urguan and the rest of the realm, carried and spread by a strange cave crow missing the majority of its tail feathers. THE TATER SMITH Serving Urguan and the realm at large since the 36th year of the Second Age Are ye in need of taters and/or other food goods? Need to feed yer family, yerself, or an event that yer hosting? LOOK NO FURTHER THAN THE TATER SMITH! Realizing a hole in society and therefore making society whole, the Tater Smith Relyk Grimgold is at yer service to provide excellent and diverse tater-based dishes and various other dishes upon special request. Need an actual smith? Then you just happen to be visiting a one stop shop! Not only does the Tater Smith create the best and most creative tater-base dishes known to descendant-kind, but he is also a blacksmith and happens to be a part of one of the most revered blacksmithing clans of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan - The Grimgolds! SO! Be it taters to abolish yer hunger, cutlery to consume said taters, or weaponry and armor to destroy those standing between ye and yer taters, we can provide it! Pay us a visit at the Grimgold & Co. shop in the Urguan Capital on either side of the stairs leading to the Worker's Guild! Signed,

Relyk Grimgold would read over the missive and then turn his gaze to the oceanside near his dwelling. "Mark meh words, ef'Ah catch'a Joannes en meh path, nae promisin' teh outcome uddah den ugleh." With a disdainful spit upon the nearby ground and a shake of his head, the beardling would go back to working the nearby forge.

Relyk Grimgold looks up from his studies upon hearing the news. A lamenting look briefly passes over his face followed by a small smile as he returns his attention to the book in front of him. "Thanks fer'yeh service, Boss. Ef et weren't fer yeh, maneh'a beardlin' loike meh'self would nae hab'a chance."

Relyk Greatkin would read over the missive and then ponder it over the course of eating some taters. "Golems, eh? Ah've heard o' dem..." He would trail off before saying to himself "Might well be wort'a shot!" He would proceed to inquire friends and those around him as to the where-abouts of this 'Bluejay.'