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[!] The Doomforged Brankhyn would pick up the flyer, his smouldering eyes focused on to it for a few moments, before he chucks it away "PHAHAHAAH EVEN ONE FOR THAT FOOL RHAEZAIIL, PAHAHAHAHAHA GOOD RIDDANCE" the Doomforged cried out in laughter "You've failed in capturing me even when I have handed my self in willingly"

RP name: Ragrin ireheart IGN: Bigdi- kindEmperor Allegiance : your mother (Urguan)

bruh anotha 1? +1

@Lulah 私は文化を尊重します (: (: and I think the post respects all culture of the real world but then again, we should take in consideration that this is a roleplay server

The Cloudbreaker’s Herald Recorded by a Dorkadrelian Scribe, circa 10th of Sun’s Smile. For today, was not a good day for the ashed kin Brankhyn Doomforged, Grandson of Draakopf herald of Azdromoth. The dark skinned dwarf was no more than allowing his smouldering eyes to admire the mountains of Urguan seeking something maybe? But no for this day was a grim day for, there in a distance there lied the son of Yemekar the High Prophet Norli and so did his companions He spotted the ashed skinned doomforged from afar “Brankhyn he said?” Soon after the Doomforged approached Norli, it was that same Scion of Justice whom would beckon the ashen one to his deific court. The Dwed had nothing to hide so he smirked agreed to the offer and followed ahead, but nonetheless a rally of dwarves shown, they were brought to the Pantheon of the Brath and the Herald was made to stand before the gaze of Yemeker his lava boiled eyes gazed into the statue before him. The intrepid stone figure dwarfing the Hall itself. The High Prophet began asking questions to do with Draakopf and if he remembered The Dragon’s wroth and the blood he spilt within Kal’Darakaan. The cocky Doomforged snickered and chuckled. “I do fun times indeed.” He said as the words quickly flushed from his maw, The furious prophet swiftly made it clear. “No, no, that was not fun times.” Soon after, the question everyone was waiting for. “So you were a Herald of Azdromoth.” The room fell silent, as the Doomforged looked around for a moment silent there he stood, the crowd surrounded quickly began to demand for the Doomforged to strip for then they shall witness if he bore any marks or sigils of any kind, soon at last the Doomforged laughed a sinicare smile, his eyes crimson red, he would rip his clothes of angered, then at last it was shown, the crowd shocked, there eyes burning as the ashed skin was shown, a faded mark would rest atop of his back. “Now look everyone sees me.” He laughed. Soon after, the Doomforged was ordered for execution it seemed he would of met his last breaths, whipped and humiliated infront of everyone he fell to his knees, at last he they lofted there hammers there swords there hearts and all for this day the Doomforged would meet at last the paladin simply wanted to remove the mark, but the prophet seemed to have a permanent solution to things. As death awaits he would meet the very halls he was in, in mere moments. [!] Brankhyn facing off with cloudbreaker. But then out of no where,a small whimper was heard, echoing throughout the mountain “DRAGON.” The crowd went silent the Doomforged smirked a dragon approached a beast the dragon was ever lasting get closer, the ground shook the hearts of the dwed raced, for then the dweds marched out dragging the herald with them “WE WILL KILL DA FOCKA INFRONT OF HIS KIN.” They announced as the king himself, grasped his hands around Brankhyns neck dragging him out to the gates, the outer gates shut close as the dragons wings thrusted and burst through the air The grand king Bakir laughed as he let go of the herald throwing him at the gate, the dwarves soon retreated far deep in the mountain and to their cannons, afraid or smart either way the gates were opened the Doomforged was soon to meet the beast, he crunched his neck and his cracked bones as he stood up with a straight posture “Cowards” he muttered as he lofted a sword that was dropped mere moments ago from the fleeing dwarves as he went to question the dragon he approached and spoke draconic words to the beast “So you, i’ve heard of you, yes I have” the words he spoke of draconic soonafter took place. “We do not need to fight, for that is not what the Father wishes.” He said in draconic further questioning the beast as he faced it, approaching closer and closer the Dragon would first ignore the herald burning those that fired there cannons. But then the dragon landed crushing the ground as he did so hearing the words, of what the ashed one spoke off, so then the foolish Doomforged took this offering as it faced him head on he became lax with it approaching it more until he met the bridge, the beast looked the beast was hungary, its maw opened its maw was unfed so then it launched its grizzly maw to the Herald, attempting to consume it. The herald expected this as so he muttered a few but words “Then. . . it shall be.” He said before the bridge meeting its collapse the herald would soon jump into the river below the dragon making leave he once more shouted words of draconic. “Father would be most displeased, for I tried a shame.” The doomforged was free the dragon saved his life, at last he lives for another day.

[!] As Brankhyn was strolling back towards the clan hall of the doomforged he would stop in his path, he would remain dead still, with a blank expression, all that could be heard was wind and the birds flying by, soon after Brankhyn would continue walking ahead shrugging. Muttering only but a few words "Mhm interesting, I don't remember that tree looking like that" He lightly chuckled looking around

wow its like a dream

Would notice flyers off his badly painted picture fly around the halls off urguan, and would grunt at the notice of one

hella based +1

As Brankhyn lays in his cell lifeless, beaten down through the ground, hearing the cheers above in the mountain, he could do nothing but sit and hear and shed nothing but a tear, as Urguan celebrates the defeat of his Grandfather, The saddened Doomforged, could only sit in his cell as if he was a lifeless body, muttering only a few words "I am sorry. . . I will be I will do better. . . Grandfather I only hope that I can achieve asioth, as you have" He slowly muttered out shedding a wave of tears "I will forever cherish. . . and carry your name. . ." The doomforged finished before going to cross his legs and softly close his eye's covering his ears with his hands, blocking out Urguans celebration.

Based post, from reading it this seems like a really balanced lore piece definitely a +1 Can't wait to see this get accepted!!

*Brankhyn doomforged would stand idle in the halls of the clan hall looking down and around "may this be a great celebration!" As Brankhyn raised his drink high in the air

*Ragrin would read a note mentioning word of Kronks passing "you bastard why did you die like this Kronk, I will miss you ya crazy bastard we shall see other soon my friend"

"Oi bakir me'h belt took me'h ages to craft ye'r bett'a not get any orenien blood on et fo fock sake" Ragrin would state after being saddened at his master crafted belt being taken away "was fun sad the some strange and potent force did not allow Angr to get involved"

Ragrin ireheart would begin to laugh and smirk as he witnessed the oreniens watch their enemys walk around there city to rescue Levian'Tol "we are in your walls oreniens!"

Ragrin would begin to wash his blood soaked blade and then to sharpen it "Shame we had to remove the tower for them" As Ragrin yawned beginning to raise his sword "for axels beard!" Ragrin roared out

"It es not wise to spit on ah old ally, because of jealousy old Friend!" Ragrin would smirk before going to pack his gear ready to go on a long trip.

*Ragrin ireheart would listen to his Clan fathers wise words with his sudden ear Ragrin would nod in agreement resting his sword on his oak table bringing his fist in the air then to slam it down "and that is enough" *Ragrin would firmly explain.