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  1. The current warforging techniques are a dwarvish alchemy closely tied to the clans of the dwarves. They do in some way or form represent the different clans. Such as Starforging for Clan Starbreaker, Frostforging for Clan Frostbeard etc. I personally am not against the ideas presented and would surely love to see new methods of using alchemy for aesthetics, I don't think they should be new versions of Warforging specifically. I know it's no longer a dwarven craft as it may have been, but it feels bad to put these in the same category. Especially when you have the chance to make this something completely new, that maybe apply to more than just metals and gems. This could be much closer to the Manipulate Arts from Bardmancy maybe even.
  2. Please no :I This is like a parody version of war-forging.
  3. Vanth Ioson Anarórë, the above mentioned child only recently returned to their family and already finds themselves in the middle of a war. This will certainly be an experience, armor needs to be fitted, arrow tips sharpened and bow strings waxxed. Afterall, "There's always use for another archer."
  4. Aerrund nods contently at the treaty posted. "Foinalleh, 'bout brath damn toime."
  5. 8th of Yemekar’s Balance 30/06/2024 ISSUED BY: AERRUND SILVERBRAID ᛏᚺᛖ ᛊᚨᛈᛈᚺᛁᚱᛖ ᛊᚢᚾ ᚱᛁᛊᛖᛊ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛊᚨᛈᛈᚺᛁᚱᛖ ᛊᚢᚾ ᚱᛁᛊᛖᛊ YOTH BRATHMORDAKIN NA YOTH URGUAN ᛁᛟᚦ ᛒᚱᚨᚦᛗᛟᚱᛞᚨᚲᛁᚾ ᚾᚨ ᛁᛟᚦ ᚢᚱᚷᚢᚨᚾ ᛏᛟ ᚦᛖ ᛈᚨᛊᛏ! For one last time, I want to raise my glass to you all as the acting Iron Baron of our Grand Kingdom of Urguan! It’s been an eventful two decades that I’ve been holding this title, raised to the position by no other than Grand King Sigrun Stonehammer! I am satisfied with what I have achieved. When I took over the Dancing Igor in Kal’Kadrelaz, it was a sorrowful place with low activity and no order. Now, we sit in Belka’s Barrel, a Tavern I gladly called home since we moved to Kal’Kladian. Many stories have started or ended at the stony counter under my lead, but those are days of the past. And to those stories, to our alls past I want to once more, raise my glass! NARVAK OZ URGUAN! But all good things must end! And with that, I hereby announce my resignation from the position of Iron Baron and my seat among the King’s Council! Old Barons have come before me and new Barons will come after. And to those we shall drink once more! NARVAK OZ URGUAN! NARVAK OZ IRON BARON! Iron Baron Aerrund Silverbraid from 170-187 SA ᛏᛟ ᚨ ᚾᛖᚹ ᛒᛖᚷᛁᚾᚾᛁᛜ! I have watched and heard many types of chaos threaten the people of Yemekar everywhere and I can no longer simply stand by and watch. As Silverbraid, Templar, and Priest of Armakak, I swore plenty of times to give an end to the darkness and that shall be my new focus! I will leave Kal’Kladian behind and move to Vjardengard, where I have found many friends I trust to protect my son and home. Sadly, I cannot say the same about the dwedmar of our Kingdom. From this day forward I shall claim the title ‘Sapphire Sun’, for I will bring forth light to the roads of our Kingdom and Continent! Just like Armakak, I will watch over those who travel and bring an end to the darkness that threatens the roads. For I carry Armakak’s luck and the flame of his sun! Aerrund ‘Sapphire Sun’ Silverbraid Son of Aerrik, Son of Ongrim, Son of Svardin, Son of Delric, Son of Elie, Daughter of Chaecus, Son of Herot, Son of Thrain, Son of Bogrin, Son of Urguan, Honorary Grimgold, Quiverlord, Templar & Priest of Armakak
  6. Aerrund Silverbraid (of Norland) grunted at the poster hung up by his fellow kin. He grumbled to himself. "Who es Marreh?"
  7. Aerrund takes a couple deep breaths before rage took over once more. After moments of destruction, now standing next to shattered wood and stone, the Silverbraid shed tears, to early did one of his mentors leave him. "Narvak oz Grelu, Gloreh tae de uncorrupted." He saluted one last time as he threw the letter into the flames of his fireplace.
  8. Aerrund takes down all the posters around Urguan he can find and sends a letter to Snaer. "Calm et down, de keng's foine. Wait fer de moot an yer will 'ear from 'im fer sureh."
  9. Rumors carry news far and wide, even into the taverns deep and caverns old. The dwarf slammed his fist on the dark stone table and announced: "Dat lass is gettin' wed an' did nae even consider invitin' 'er boss an' friend, me? Nae dat she gota choice now, gotta show up with Barrels full o' de foinest Ale." A loud laugh follwed, echoing through his Tavern.
  10. Aerrund pockets a few flyers. "Ah gonna pin 'em ontae de Noticeboard in Urguan."
  11. Aerrund sat down at one of the long tables after preparing the upcoming coronation, a big smile on his face as he sees the flyers go out. He poured himself a tankard of ale and raised it up high. "Yer did et, coz. Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz Thurgrim, Narvak oz Danika."
  12. 17th o’ Yemekar’s Balance 179 S.A. 06/05/2024 ISSUED BY: THE IRON BARON OF URGUAN ᚠᛟᚢᚱᚦ ᛊᛏᛟᚾᛖ-ᚨᚾᚾᛁᚢᛖᚱᛊᚨᚱᛁ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᚠᛟᚢᚱᚦ ᚷᚱᚨᚾᛞ ᚲᛁᛜᛞᛟᛗ ᚠᛟᚢᚱᚦ ᛊᛏᛟᚾᛖ-ᚨᚾᚾᛁᚢᛖᚱᛊᚨᚱᛁ ᛟᚠ ᚦᛖ ᚠᛟᚢᚱᚦ ᚷᚱᚨᚾᛞ ᚲᛁᛜᛞᛟᛗ YOTH BRATHMORDAKIN NA YOTH URGUAN ᛁᛟᚦ ᛒᚱᚨᚦᛗᛟᚱᛞᚨᚲᛁᚾ ᚾᚨ ᛁᛟᚦ ᚢᚱᚷᚢᚨᚾ Dwedmar of Urguan! I am glad to announce the start of the Fourth Stone-Anniversary of the Fourth Grand Kingdom. The whole year shall be dedicated to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan and its people! Schedule ᛊᚲᚺᛖᛞᚢᛚᛖ The first few months will be dedicated to the Urguan's architects and the reveal of our new capital. The tavern will be handing out free drinks to the patriots of Urguan all year and offer tavern-nights every month to celebrate not only the stone-anniversary, but also the opening of "Balka's Barrel" the new and shiny tavern that will be located in the new rebuild of Kal'Kadrelaz. 06/05/2024 - 12/05/2024 - 3pm EST (May vary on weekend due to events) - On Belka’s Embrace (Thursday) we shall hold a grand feast in the center of the new city to celebrate the past kings of our Kingdom. 09/05/2024 - 4pm EST - On Anbella’s Grace (Friday) we will be sending out the famed spider hunters to continue the story around Farmer Thistle. 10/05/2024 - TBA - On Armakak’s Labour (Saturday) the Workforce will launch a daring rescue mission to free a dwarf from a caved-in mineshaft. A drill is currently in construction for this. 11/05/2024 - 5pm EST - On Yemekars Balance (Sunday) the winner of the election, Thurgrim Silverbraid, shall be crowned as Grand King of Urguan. 12/05/2024 - TBA Everyone is invited and welcome to celebrate this week with us. Signed, Aerrund Silverbraid Iron Baron of Urguan Son o’ Aerrik Grundust, Son o’ Ongrim Silverbraid, Son o’ Svardin Grandaxe Honorary Grimgold, Adherent of Armakak
  13. Aerrund grumbles as he reads the note. "May yer go, but go with ale, friend! Glory to the uncorrupted. Narvok oz Grelu!"
  14. "Armakak be blessed, there's profit tae be made!" Aerrund laughs as he fills out a paper to Ulfar. Name: Aerrund Grundust Age: 48 Clan: Clanless
  15. "Narvak oz Master Grelu." Aerrund chuckles as he pours himself another round.
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    Physical Describtion Aerrund is a young adult Dwarf of slightly below average size and stocky stature. His hair is a mix of honey and hay, not just in color but also texture. The greasy mat of hair falls slightly below his shoulders, usually kept in simple braids to kept them out of tools and face. His beard, while equally as greasy and adorned with a puffy mustache, is kept short. Not by choice though, blackened singed sports point towards accidents in the lab. His goggles, apron and toolbelt point towards an artisan profession, most likely engineering based on the unfinished schematics to be seen. Glazed blue eyes and a red nose additionally point towards a deep love towards ale and other brew. Roleplay Scenario 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.” Aerrund grunts in distrust of the Situation. "By my fathers Beard, how much did ye drink? Ye truly outdone yerself idiot, if this is where ye wake up." Clouded glasses eye the room, trying to look for a response, before he continues with a sigh: "So ye want to know me story? Sure thing, just gonna make it short though, not really the talkative guy meself. Been born up in the mountains, frigid cold, could freeze off ye old ass if not careful. Not in any clan though. Me old father been a hermit and me mother to good to leave him be. We had a workshop there and supplied nearby towns with tools and weapons to make some coin. Old man was crazy, tried to make explosives, didn't end to well. May his spirit rest. Mother sent me out to walk in his steps. Be better, be smarter. She said. Well, here I am, no home, no smarter, but determined to do it better." He exhales in another grunt, eyeing the old woman. "Now what it is that ye really want?" ...
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