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Name: Grimni GoldhandAge: 41/42Clan: Goldhand
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The Wronged: Da Aurokanar, the Goldhand Clan. The Assailant: The Former Goldhands known as Davli and Rylanor, along with any progeny the two may yet or may already have produced be they natural, adopted or otherwise kin. The Wrong: Orchestrating and taking part in the massacre of the Goldhand Clan. Date of Wrongdoing: [Date to be Edited in when I translate it to LOTC terms]. Terms of Settlement: Death. Only the deaths of Davli and Rylanor, along with any progeny the two may yet or may have already produced be they natural, adopted or otherwise kin. [!] Written in the blood of Grimni Goldhand. [!]
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I, Grimni Goldhand; son of Grima Goldhand and true heir of Tungdil Goldhand, hereby make the following announcements regarding the past, present and future of the Gilded Clan, the Heirs of Tungdil; da Aurokanar. I. THE PAST i. Regarding the Goldhand massacre by the hand of Torsun Goldhand; a. Rylanor Goldhand is recognised as a conspirator and will henceforth be named traitor to the Goldhand clan and thusly exiled. He will recieve a grudge to his name and that of all who are of his blood and seed. b. Torsun Goldhand is recognised as a conspirator and perpetrator and will henceforth be named traitor to the Goldhand clan and thusly exiled. He will, however, have his grudge forgiven and not extended into this new generation, as it has come to light that a great illness plagued the Dwed's mind and led to his being thoroughly manipulated by his more devious kin. c. Davli Goldhand is recognised as a conspirator and will henceforth be named traitor to the Goldhand clan and thusly exiled. He will recieve a grudge to his name and that of all who are of his blood and seed. II. THE PRESENT i. Grimni Goldhand is henceforth named Clan Father of the Aurokanar and assumes all powers, grudges and debts that come with such a claim. ii. Davli Goldhand, son of Dorimnur Goldhand, is hereby stripped of his Goldhand status. He will no longer be welcome to call himself Goldhand, to seek sanctuary in its Clanhall or bear the title of Heir of Tungdil. Any and all items bearing any sigil, name or iconography of the Aurokanar, Goldhand, Tungdil or any other member of the venerated Elder clan are expected to be surrendered to the Clan Father, immediately. Any refusal to accept this declaration will be met with a swift and just grudging. iii. Alaric Grimgold is called to meet, immediately, with the Goldhand Clanfather to discuss the future of their clans and the connection they supposedly share with the venerated Paragon; Tungdil Goldhand, son of Urguan. The shared blood between the Clan Fathers by way of Klouf Grimgold offers them the courtesy of being informed that the intent of the discussion shall be the following points; a. Here, Alaric Grimgold will accept that if he is to claim blood from the venerated Paragon; Tungdil Goldhand, his clan's position is beneath that of the Goldhand clan and should offer their Elder clan the proper subservience and loyalty that is their due. b. Any Grimgolds that wish to instead offer true veneration to their joint ancestor may appeal to the Goldhand Clan Father to be admitted into the Gilded Tree and adopted as true Goldhands. c. Refusal by the Grimgolds to accept these terms will have their claims to joint ancestry to Tungdil Goldhand severed and all a petition made to the Grand King to forcibly remove the word Gold from their clan's name along with its connotations to the venerated Ancestor. Further refusal to these terms will be cause for considerations of grudgement. III. THE FUTURE i. All Clan Relics of Tungdil's line are henceforth demanded to be returned to their rightful owners. By blood or by gold, the articles of the Aurokanar will be restored. The recognised and revered relics are as follows; a. Tungdil's First Coin b. Tungdil's Scales c. Tungdil's Armour d. The Twin Blades e. The Book of Trades ii. The Clan Father of the Ireheart Clan is requested to meet with the Goldhand Clan Father at his earliest convenience, so that they may discuss their clan's history and past grudges. I leave you now with the following dictums from my Clan; You cannot tarnish the shine of Gold. You cannot make a deal when you are dead. Grimni Goldhand Clan Father of the Goldhand Clan Heir to Tungdil Goldhand
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The Mining Order of Eternal Prosperity
BoredBrit replied to _RoyalCrafter_'s topic in Yemekar's Workforce
ROLEPLAY NAME: Grimni IN GAME NAME: BoredBrit DISCORD USERNAME: boredbrit PRIOR MINING EXPERIENCE: Extensive. Backstory and since he has arrived at Urguan, he's been in constant employ in the City mines and outer Coalmine of Urguan. ARE YOU A CITIZEN: Aye. ARE YOU WILLING TO SWEAR THE OATH: Lay it on me. -
You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) At the gesture to the fraying cushion, Grimni's nose wrinkles. The smell of incense is doing its hardest and yet it still barely covers the mildew and mold that seems to come from every corner of the Hag's tent. He hesitates for a few moments. A lingering glare is given to the various rotting furnishings that the hag seems to call their own. The floating candles cause his eyes to narrow lightly. But eventually, he relents. His heavy set gait carries him toward the cushion and he promptly sits upon it with a thud altogether too wet and too soft for his liking. "Ae'm not sure what'n th'game is, but ae'll bite if not only f'the sake of 'onourin' your offer of 'ospitality." As Grimni begins to speak, the hag blows out a foul smelling ring of oddly coloured smoke. Once more, the Dwarf's nose wrinkles in mild distaste, but he continues nonetheless. "Ae've recently come ashore f'r'it seems ae'm t'bear bad news. Ae've lost m'father an' its up to me t'take up th'mantle that 'es left behind. As a good son should, aye?" Grimni pauses at the rhetorical question. His eyes briefly glazing over in thought as though contemplating the answer to his own query. He reaches up a wrapped hand to scratch at his tightly trimmed beard. It is the sound of the Hag clearing her throat with a hawking spit into a nearby spitoon that he continues, albeit with growing annoyance. "E were th'one t'get me my apprenticeship aboard th'Bearded Lass. A midshipman.. actin' as 'and t'th'Quartermaster. S'done now, though. Ae'm t'take t'th'shore an' inherit what's my due. So's if'n you won't keep me, ae'd like t'be off. Ae've places t'be.. an' this ain't particularly th'one in mind."