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Deep in the ground, Dorin Starbreaker is brought another missive by his servus golem while his Anaimii constructs and himself are hard at work investigating metals and materials. One of which brings him a new tool with a little dinging of the bell as he reads the missive and promptly tosses it into the fire of his forge

Not realizing any call for any Durin Starbreaker, Dorin Starbreaker continues on his way, continuing to mine ores and gather herbs, the adrazi never seeming to come face to face with the "entrocher" besides a brief encounter while they lived on the sea, where his life was threatened. He saw no reason to reach out to any of his neighbors.

Dorin’s jaw tightens as he crumples the missive in his fist, tossing it aside with a bitter scoff. “No true dwed hides behind parchment.”

Would look for the dwarven lands this missive was posted. unable to find it he returned home

Dorin Starbreaker would read the missive and look over to the loyal Onora Mossborn, his long-time First mate and right-hand woman, as well as being the well-known High Perceptor's Fiance. He knew not of the inner workings of the Doomforged, only what stories he had been told by the clan members and other dwarves of their heritage and where their blood came from. He knew of their desire to one day become an Elderclan, which was promptly discarded when it was discovered that Doomforged lived in the very walls of those realms and nations that aided their destruction. Now, to see the call of Kinslaying, he grunted and took the missive. "Witout teh grand kingdom an teh courts et tis nah sumtin ah would know how tah deal wit." The Doomforged crossed his mind little, only ever fighting alongside a single Doomforged that aided him well in the war, and in practice, no letter would find its way to the Doomforged clan as he returned to his quarters, passing the missive off to Onora Mossborn with only two words in response to her. "Yer safe" is all he would say to his crewmember

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The Dwarfven Captain sits at his desk aboard his ship when a knock on his door stirs him from his study. "Obok is dead," is all his First mate would tell him. he would nod to her before closing the door and returning to his maps, placing his books into the shelves, refocusing his attention on a safer place. "tehn weh got no toime tah waste." he would mumble to himself, "let us set sail fer better lands. too manneh dwed do nah 'ave ah safe place tah live. now teh vassal leader fer teh dwed vassal 'es gone." would shake his head, hearing all the stories told of the amazing Obok Metaldrinks, wishing Lily Metaldrinks would find herself in a safe spot.

[!] A missive would be found posted on a few of the trees around Azuras[!] To the dwarves still wandering the roads of the world, hiding within forgotten corners of the deep, or enduring beneath the banners of foreign crowns. Know this. Not all of our people vanished when Kal’Baraz fell. Not all bent the knee when Urguan was brought low. Some yet remain beneath stone and sea, carrying what fragments of our people they still can upon their backs and within their hands. The years ahead will not be kind to our kin. Already, the halls stand empty, the roads are broken, and many now drift without clan, hold, or purpose. Yet dwarvenkind was not built by comfort, nor was it preserved by surrender. Those still seeking their kin are welcome to send word to Dorin Starbreaker. To the sailors and crew who once stood beneath my banner, the ship yet sails, and there is still work to be done upon the waters and within the deep roads alike. Find your way back when you are able. (DM me on Discord so we can coordinate a time for RP. My schedule is pretty restrictive right now, but I’ll work with people when I can.)

Dorin starbreaker recieves the missive from a bird while sailing the seas. "Teh crazeh dwed still cant spell mah name right." He would pocket the missive before returning to his captains quarters. With good news from his scouting party he has been sending out and the brief visit he has had with the frostbeards. Its time.. A missive would be prepared on his desk of his ship ready to be sent out. The call of the dwed. His own call.

Dorin Starbreaker would get ahold of the missive. "Per'aps ah will check et out." he would mumble to himself in the captain's quarters, not sure what to expect of a Bronzebeard

Dorin Starbreaker would receive no letter, but his crew would find themself a port to disembark, they would search for herbs and minerals. stealing from nobody and following a code of honor, they had no special materials anymore, nor any forge to call their own, so instead they prepared for the future. One aimed at peace and scholarship, although forgiveness was not their intention, they aimed to rebuild a new community.