Omithiel

*nods his head looking at Koryk, he knows what he must do for his dwarves and for himself.*

Aye... t'e second pilgrimage. It be time t'en... t'ose w'o wish to follow me t'ey can but at t'e end ov t'e pilgiimage as always, I 'ave to go alone. T'ose w'o do join me on me pilgrimage can seperate amongst t'emselves to do t'eir personal pilgrimages. I s'all prepare fer it, 'nd we will s'all do it fer t'e Brathmordakin, 'nd we will seek guidance.

((Bump for Deadline.))

((No idea why I said security...))

*He rubs his beard pondering on the matter, as he finishes to reading the scroll.*

Aye... I believe t'is is sound 'nd make sense, t'e legion itself can be t'e large military group, a personal group under me as King 'nd future King's s'all protect t'ose in c'arge much better. Also t'is will nae spread t'e militareh so far, 'nd will make t'ings much more organized. I believe t'is be good idea 'nd I s'all gladly wish fer t'is to be implemented.

*stamps his a sigil of a mountain with a small mining entrance, with two picks above the mountains.*

The air was still  the stars and moonlight shined at the very top. The grass with a shining dew along the vast meadows that spanned throughout. Omithiel and his small group of dwarves return from the attack on the Orcs home turf, they walked along the road that leads to their home land, and they can finally see the tower standing atop the crossroads between their lands, the Temple and the road behind them. Omithiel smiles at and sighs with relief to finally be reaching home. He says outoud that they are almost home, and the dwarves are happy to finally be reaching home. As they passed the bridge and the forests grow ever thicker, a smell lurked in the air and the light wind brushed upon the noses of the dwarves. The smell was all to familiar to Dwarves, and they digusted it grealy. Omithiel face became angered and annoyed by this smell. The other dwarves as well knew this smell and their eyes were alert before Omithiel said.

"Bah! Orc dung!... t'at smell can be smelled from way out 'ere! W'ere t'e blazes is it comin' from!? Gorum, Bofauk, all ye dwarves keep yer eyes focused!" he says as he scans the lands for any outpost.

The Dwarves in a marching place cotinue down the road, the scent became stronger as the dwarves walked towards a road which is familiar to them. A fork road seperated by the tip of a mountain range. Atop the tip the moon shines atop the colors of the Orc outpost. It was silent and dwarves marching pace was almost silent with a few clanking noises here and there. Omithiel raised his hand to stop the marching, and he steps forward and calls upon both Gorum and Bofauk to step foward. Omithiel says in a whispered voice to his companions.

"Aye..we s'all burn t'is outpost down.." he says and the other two nod in agreement.

The three dwarves begin to climb the mountain side as they reach the foot of the outpost. Four pillars holding a small lookout deck above, and it seemed abandoned. The three dwarves waited a few moments to see if orcs were atop the deck. AS they waited Gorum saw something strange to the side of mountain. He signalled the other two to wait by the outpost as he approached a cave which layed along the edge of the mountain range. He squinted his eyes as he sneaked and stood behind a boulder. He saw from the distance a dim light shining. Gorum eyes widened and approached the other two carefully but with haste. He said in a whispered tone.

"T'ere is a Orc fort ov some sorts 'ere....w'at do we do from 'ere?" he says waiting for his King's orders.

Omithiel ponders in thought as the two look at him waiting for orders. He continues to think until he orders the two to go down to get the nation's flag. As they went to get the flag, Omithiel scratched the dry surface of each pillar. The two other dwarves get to the top of this low edge of a mountain range. Omithiel orders the other two place the flag down. Omithiel puts his torch along each dry surface, and waits for each pillar to light ablaze. Eventually all four pillars light on fire, and the three rush down  mountain as quickly as possible. Omithiel orders his small group to march with haste but silently as they follow down the road that leads to their home.

(( A siege / conquest warclaim will be set for the Ugluk_fort region along the crossroads on Saturday 2nd March at 5PM EST. Forgot the coordinates but Zezimus should place them. Every dwarf will need to meet at Kal'Azgoth around an hour before the battle begins. We've spoken Mogroka to approve of this attack.))

OOC Section

MC Name: Omithiel

Length of time playing a dwarf: Since the beginning of the Server.

How active are you? (Scale of 1-10): Can vary from 5-10, depending on my situation.

RP Section

Yer Name: Omithiel Strongbrow

Yer Clan, if aneh: The Strongbrow Clan

Deh god yeh wish ta studeh most: Yemekar

Yer primareh skills (eg. Smithing, Mining, Fighting): Mining/Architecture.

Do yeh swear fealteh to da Brathmordakin an' da Clergeh?: Aye I do, as I always 'ad.

((I agree to it but give me a moment to write a proper rp post.))

=_=+The Competition of Brewer's+=_=

*Fliers are put throughout the city, a paper decorated and set up nicely. It's letters are wrote very well, and a image of a barrel and mug is at the top. As the fliers are being put up, Omithiel begins a speech.*

'ail kin todae I be callin' all t'e brewer's to come toget'er fer a competion t'at will determine w'o s'all lead t'e Tavern within t'e nation. T'e brewer's s'all compete with t'ere best brewed ale 'nd s'all present it to t'e judges. T'e Judges s'all see w'ich brewed ale be t'e best, 'nd w'oever wins s'all become t'e Brewmaster fer four elven weeks. W'en the Brewmaster is c'osen, t'e ot'er brewer's s'all work fer 'im. So if ye 'ave t'e skill 'nd passion fer t'is t'en sign yer name 'nd present it to me yer King. I s'all be waitin' until t'en. May Ograd'ad provide ye with great skill 'nd discoverin' t'e best brew possible.

Rules of Competition:

1) No Cheating.

2) No Stealing others recipes.

3) Must present recipes.

4) Must RP the brewing process. ((either forums or IG.))

5) Have some form of organization document to run the tavern.

6) Respect your fellow brewer's.

((OOC: If I forgot to add something let me know, still being under constructed.))

((Who ever wins this owns the tavern for one IRL Month and the competition shall happen again.))

((The time will be determined later.))

(( The Brewing competition, could happen IG or Forums depending on the situation.))

Judges:

1) Gorum Frostbeard

2) Kardel Irongut

3) Nalro Grayhammer

Brewers:

1) Dat'an Sternbrew

2) Tegroth Largefist

3)

Brewer's Application: ((Five Brewers for the Competition.))

MC Name:

RP Name:

TimeZone:

RP Age:

Why do you wish to compete?

Do you have Recipes?

Do you have documents on how you will organize the tavern?

((DEADLINE BY THIS SUNDAY, WEDNESDAY, AND SATURDAY. 6pm EST))

*Omithiel reads a document outloud to all his fellow dwarves within the ship, as it sails through the great sea to the new lands."

"Aye in order fer ye to acquire pay 'nd work ye must sign up fer t'e workforce, regardless if ye be a noble or ov common grounds, all must sign t'e documents. T'e name Yemekar's Pick is in c'arge ov t'e workforce 'nd 'e s'all put ye on t'e roster. All must sign up within t'e workforce to be able to withdraw goods 'nd acquire pay from any labor ye are doin'. Anyun can join t'e roster. T'e significance ov Yemekar's Pick means all dwarves w'o work within our nation. We work as one group toget'er, to create perfection to please t'e Brathmordakin, 'nd to s'ow our greatness from the days ov Urguan 'imself, we worked. We are dwarves crafters 'nd workers at 'eart! It is said t'at t'e Pick ov Yemekar forged our mountains befer Urguan was given life to create Kal'Urguan long ago. Sign up everyun so we can continue to work 'nd craft to our 'earts content."

*Omithiel signs his name on the roster, and hopes to mine in peace when he has the time.*

http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/82431-yemekars-workforce-applications-inside/

*Omithiel reading a document outloud during the sailing through the great sea. He says to all the dwarves within the boat. He calls the name of a familiar dwarf he knows.*

Aye.. Todaeh I s'all c'oose t'e Archbis'op 'e s'all guide t'e Brathmordakin 'nd our kin. May all t'e blessin' ov t'e Brathmordakin be upon 'im, 'nd may 'e guide us to t'e rig't paths ov t'e Brathmordakin. Aye congradulate to 'im, 'nd as a dwarf once told me. May 'is mug be filled with ale, 'nd 'is beard grow long 'nd bold. Aye Koryk Starbreaker may it be known from this day to 'is leavin'.

*Omithiel sitting on his throne is in deep thought after the attack upon his kin during a feast. He calls over a guard to tell him to gather his kin for a important meeting. He waits for his fellow dwarves to arrive to the throne, and as he waits he is worrying of another problem in the new lands. The dwarves arrive and Omithiel sees there puzzled faces as they wait for what he has to say. Omithiel stands from his chair and speaks with a stern expression looking at his kin.*

"Good.. ye all came. I wish to discuss ye ov somet'in' grave... Ever since t'e attack ov t'e spawn from K'orvad 'ad surprised us durin' t'e feast, t'eir 'as been a lingerin' s'adow over t'e mines. Our workers 'ave ceased to gat'er resources 'nd deaths 'ave been reported ever since. T'ere is somet'in' below our feet 'nd it wants us out. Well I'll tell ye t'is befer anyt'in' t'is evil s'all understand 'ow we respond to our kin bein' slain. T'is evil s'all face our mig't, 'nd we s'all remind K'orvad t'at t'e line ov Urguan is strong 'nd our followin' to Yemekar 'as made us great. K'orvad s'all see t'at it won't be easy to crush our bond with Yemekar, so beware K'orvad fer t'e dwarves. T'e dwarves be upon ye!"

*He yells the last statement outloud, and he watches as his dwarves cheer with him. He holds out his hand to call for silence.*

"Now, I need five warriors w'o wish to enter t'e deep, stand up 'nd ye s'all be known fer yer valor."

((5pm EST tomorrow, is the time the event will start.))

*Omithiel is given a parchment, after the elections have been finished, he sits upon his throne and speaks outloud the name of the winners of the election.*

'ail all kin, todaeh I will be announcin' t'e winners ov t'e election. Darain Grandaxe fer Yemekar's Pick, Moruk Frostbeard Grand Merchant, 'nd finalleh Nalro Grey'ammer Master Engineer. I congratulate ye t'ree fer wantin' to take leaders'ip amongst t'ese positions. I 'ope ye t'ree do yer kin proud, 'nd serve t'em greatly. Ye 'ave much responsibility a'ead 'nd I look forward to see ye do well. Good luck to ye all, 'nd may t'e Brathmordakin bless ye.

((Accepted.))

*A letter is sent to Thalin Strongbrow, upon the letter there is a sigil of a mineshaft within a mountain, which atop that mountain two pickaxes cross.*

'ail T'alin son ov Y'avik, I 'ope ye can join the rest ov yer kin within t'e 'old. I await yer arrival at t'e city, 'nd 'ope t'e ot'ers will join as well. If ye do arrive seek me out, 'nd we s'all 'ave a fine discussion.

Sincerely your cousin,

Omithiel Strongbrow

*Upon the boards you a name written in large letters and it's the name of Dormin Doomforge. You read the words upon the paper."

Be cautious ov a criminial with black 'air, 'nd dark skin, 'e is older t'en 'is fellow kin, 'nd 'is beard is quite large, 'e 'as stolen iron from t'e kingdom 'nd decided to escape. Upon bein' captured 'e insulted t'e King 'nd decided to escape from bein' in prison wit'out waitin' fer 'is trial. Also 'e is known to wear disguises, 'nd 'as orange eyes. T'e criminal s'all be captured ALIVE 'nd from t'eir 'is punis'ment s'all 'appen. Ye s'all be rewarded fer yer efforts.

*Omithiel after receiving the crown from Valen. which has been passed down to each king. He stands looking as the crowd cheers. He gestures his hand to speak, taking in a deep breath he speaks these very words.*

"Hail my kin, it be glad to see ye
all on this special day for which an age shall end, and a new age shall begin.
I Omithiel Strong brow son of Ulinthal Strong brow, shall lead ye all my kin to
great prosperity and wealth. From this day we shall live a time greater then
the days of old. Ever since the day we have lost our home Kal'Urguan, we have
been looking for a home just like what our forefather had built. We have been
in grief for a long time. We have even seperated from each other at one point.
It seemed this curse was to be our fate, but eventually we retook the city over
Karik and live with each other again. Though like before an evil came and took
our home from us like before when our ancient home fell. But this time we shall
not let anyone take our home, this time we shall forever keep our home from the
evils and those who wish to slay our people. None shall enter our new home, and
our kin shall forever prosper within the deep. I King Omithiel shall protect
all ye me kin even after me last days. We shall live greater  then the days of Kal'Urguan and enter a grand
golden age. I shall protect ye all till the end of my reign. Ye give me great honor."

*Omithiel after finishing his speech, he hears them chanting his name. He looks throughout the crowd seeing all the dwarves he cares deeply for. He then celebrates by throwing fireworks. and says to all the dwarves outloud.*

"T'is be t'e end ov an age.. 'nd a new s'all begin."

*He continues watching the fireworks as it fades and meshes with the starlight. In his thoughts he faces the great task ahead with true dwarvish nature.^

*Omithiel stands by the throne, and prepares to make a large speech over his fellow kin*

My kin it be time fer t'e most important decision ov yer life. T'is day 'nd so fourth will be t'e time w'ich ye will c'oose w'o s'all lead ye into glory or grief.

Today ye will decide upon yerselves w'o ye deem wort'y as yer leader. I Omit'iel Strongbrow 'ave long been with t'is nation since t'e days ov King Simppa. I 'ave seen t'is nation go t'rough a grand golden age in t'e days ov ol' Kal'Urguan. T'ose were great days 'nd prosperous times, but unfortunately it didn't last ferever. I seen t'ose vile demons sack our glorious city for w'ich our fore fat'er Urguan 'imself built. After t'at t'e dwarves suffered a long grief, 'ome after 'ome, we 'ave been searc'in' somet'in' t'at be similar to our old 'ome ov Kal'Urguan, but it seemed we were cursed to never 'ave a true 'ome as t'e old city. All ov our 'omes 'ave been destroyed by vile creatures, 'nd it be time t'at we stand to t'is damn curse we 'ave upon ourselves. Not Again! In t'e new lands, t'at I 'ave voyaged with a company ov dwarves we 'ave built a new 'ome, a good 'ome. T'is 'ome Kal'Azgoth s'all bring us a new golden age. I along with O'gren Grandaxe 'ad done our greatest effort to rebuild a city as grand as Kal'Urguan. T'is time with t'is new 'ome, I as yer King s'all make sure we survive 'nd break t'is damn curse we 'ave. Long 'as it been since t'e days ov old, we s'all relive it with our 'earts warmed by our forges. As new generations come 'nd t'e roots ov t'e line ov Urguan extends to new ground, we s'all prosper with great fortune 'nd forever strive with our stern 'earts t'at w'o gets in t'e way ov t'e kin ov Urguan s'all feel a great wrath w'ich t'e mountains will engulf t'em w'ole. As yer King I wish to protect me kin to t'e end ov me days, 'nd watch over t'em even w'en I go into t'e 'alls ov t'e Brathmordakin. I Omit'iel Strongbrow recieve it if ye let me with great 'onor.

*Omithiel finishes his speech and raises his pickaxe into the air, with a stern face looking at all his fellow dwarves*

*Nods to Thorin and Valen from the distance, and says.*

"Aye, W'o ever wins let us bring glory to race, long 'as it been since t'e glory ov Kal'Urguan. It be time fer a new generation, a new golden age is to come.

Let us  prepare fer t'e time. Let us bring t'is new city "T'e city ov Treasure, Kal'Azgoth," t'e same glory as our old 'ome...t'is 'ome will be our greatest time, t'e line ov Urguan s'all prosper fer a long time, 'nd our 'earts s'all be warmed by t'e fires ov our forge.

*Raises his pickaxe to them both, and leans by the wall down the hall*

*Listens intently from the distance, with a stern expression, Omithiel with his arms crossed feels the scars over his face. He knows exactly what he speaks of, and his hand which was over his face tightens into a fist. Leaning on a wall he bangs to wall with his clenched fist. Omithiel feels a responsibility as his thoughts races to that exact moment which he had within the other city.. He wishes to protect his fellow dwarves for he feels a great brotherhood with all dwarves. He approaches King and speaks out loud.*

"I s'all nominate meself fer Kings'ip, 'nd it be time fer me to take t'e responsiblity to protect me kin 'nd to bring glory to our race. As lord I be allowed 'nd will gladly go against any ot'er dwarf w'o be nominated."

*Omithiel speaks and then awaits for any response, before returning to his duties"

Double post

Double Post

Nope. There can be only one Kal'Urguan.

Kal'Krugtor was a good name until it had "Krug" in it.

*A letter attached to a Hawk flys to Rholif II and it lands upon Rholif II shoulder. Inside the letter is the contents of a message from Omithiel Strongbrow.*

"I Omit'iel yer cousin is safe don't worry about me lad, but I 'ope everyt'in' be arig't fer ye upon returnin' back with t'e rest ov t'e yer fellow dwarves. I 'ope everyt'in' be workin' out fer ye. I also 'ope yer keepin' t'at title fer bein' t'e best bar fig'ter."

*Omithiel sees the enlistment of those who joined the expedition when Hiebe was king. He saw a name which at first he passed it with just a glance. Though he looked at it again and saw the name, he smiled as he paused for a minute. He then writes a letter to Bofut.*

" 'ail Bofut StrongBrow t'is be yer uncle Omit'iel, I am glad to see ye joinin' t'is cause. I do ask t'at ye prepare yerself but I know ye would be adjusted in very well. Bofut I be glad to see ye I can't wait to s'are a drink with ye upon t'e campsite befer we embark."

*Omithiel finishes writing the letter, rolls it up, and stamps the rolled parchment with a mineshaft in a mountain, with a small pickaxe above the mountain.*

(Your both accepted.)

Omithiel reads it while sipping some ale, he notices that driplets fell upon the parchment and abruptly stops drinking. Omithiel takes out a quill and inks it.

He then signs it and stamps the document with the symbol of a mineshaft on the surface of the mountain, and hovering over the mountain is a pickaxe. He rolls up the parchment and ties it to the Hawk from where the original document came from. Omithiel worries if the Hawk would freeze to death on the way.

-Signed Lord Omithiel Strongbrow, Son of Ulinthal.

[+][-]StrongBrow Clan[-][+]

Clan History

The story of Ulgrin

Long ago in the city of Kar'Urguan  their lived a particular dwarf with a rather large brow. He was a descendant of two larger clans and though he was closely related to this family, he looked quite different from them. For you see his father and mother were two different dwarves, the father a descendant of an ancient family of cave dwarves, and the mother was a descendant of one of the noble mountain dwarves. The son became a miner though also learned to fight like any other dwarf. In battle he earned the nickname "StrongBrow" for he loved to smash his enemies skull with a strong and lethal head but. He became well known and became rather wealthy for his father's wealth and his passion to create stories. Eventually he had gotten married and bore many children. In time they grew to become dwarves and they all had that large brow. He decided to create a name for his family and that is "Strongbrow." The Strongbrows became a new clan and at this time Kal'Urguan was still rather young. Their wealth diminished rather rapidly for "Ulgrin" the founder, he spent most of his wealth taking care of all the children he had. His children though not as wealthy as the other larger families, they had a great reputation at the time. The Strongbrows were great miners and enjoyed many other things such as poetry, storytelling, music, and of course wrestling. Though these are things they do when there aren't conflicts about. Like any dwarf they are bred to fight as well, in battle though the reputation of the notorious head but is well known, they were also greatly known for their expertise in hand to hand combat and wide builds. The descendants of Ulgrin became wealthy and bore children of their own. One of these descendants was the First son of Ulgrin and his name was Ulinthal he was very wide and he was known to wield a large pickaxe like his father, who's passion for mining prefered this tool as a weapon of choice. Ulinthal like his siblings mined comstantly in Kal'Urguan and they loved it so much that they would carve patterns along the walls to create beautiful mine shafts. The family were prosperous for many years, until something strange happened and they fled with the few they had left away from Kal'Urguan. Ulinthal bore a son named Omithiel, who was put into an orphanage by his father Ulinthal when he fled. Hundreds of years passed and Omithiel became well known for his works of art, though he considered all dwarves to be kin, he had no one closely related to him. He never really cared much about it, because he focused more on his work more then anything. In the city of Khaz under the rule of Kjell, Omithiel helped his fellow dwarves with mining operations. On a certain day an old Dwarf whos life was nearly fading approached Omithiel. It was his father Ulinthal who gave him the family heirloom and gave him a tattered book, before he passed at that moment. Before Omithiel fully read the book, he found parchments of his current relatives. For years Omithiel had kept the knowledge about his kin in secrecy. For the numbers were very few and his line was spread far apart. Though recently he had allowed those within his family to return if they so wish.

The story of Hulgris

Hulgris Strongbrow was the second son of the mountain and cave dwarf. Although his life was in the shadow of his brother he was as equal to him in strength. Though his brother Ulgrin was a better fighter Hulgris was more crafty. The two were very bonded together and would be each other in a good wrestle from time to time. In battle they would join but occasionally would be seperated from each other. Hulgris loved mining but his true love was blacksmithing. Altihough he had very little knowledge of the smithing trade , he eventually became quite well in the practice. Hulgris was well known for something in a specific battle where it was said, that he was able to like his brother smash his foes with his head. Hulgris though was able to gash through his enemies with his head, with something he crafted. This helmet he crafted unfortunately its drawings were too faded to understand what he had made. Like his brother, Hulgris had many children and they as well enjoyed the many things like any Strongbrow, but a few followed the footsteps of Hulgris and became blacksmiths. Both lines were together until like Ulgrins line they fled from Kal'Urguan for mysterious reasons. Under secrecy for so long they are returning back to their home.

Clan Traits/Appearance

The Strongbrow clan are a mix of mountain and cave dwarf decent. Their appearance is rather wide, they are shorter than their mountain cousins they are much broader then most cave dwarves and have a protruding brow. Very wide they are slower then most of their kin, they have tougher skin for much labour within mines. Due to the brow the Strongbrows are quite unattractive due to their strong facial features.Though the reason they mine is their strange intense passion to create works of art. Once they love something, they create a strong tenacious passion for it. They enjoy crafting, storytelling, poetry, and music amongst others and consider all dwarves to be closely related.  In combat their weapons of choice is an axe or hammer, though a few prefer the war pick that their descendants had used.  The clan praise Yemekar greatly including Anabelle. They have a very stubborn nature, and dislike things that are strange to them. They practice wrestling in good fun, but have a great sense of it, and would use it in combat. A particular move they use is the headbut, due to their strong skulls, and a blow in the head by a Strongbrow, has a good chance of knocking the victim out. The clan enjoys traveling quite often due to them fleeing in the past, they had gotten used to moving often. They have an unbreakable loyalty towards their race, and respect other races unless they do harm to their fellow dwarves. Once anyone had made a mistake with them, they become unforgiving. Strongbrows are dwarves at heart, but have their own unique traits from their fellow dwarves.

Values

Sternness

The clan has many values and one of these values is having a stern nature. The clan values this for when there is a problem that is against the clan or their fellows dwarves, they must have a stern nature to warn those who are causing the problem.

Cheerfulness

The cheerful attitude when drinking or having a good brawl amongst your kin is always needed. For when things look grim and morale is low a cheerful attitude can always support not only those within the clan but to your fellow dwarf.

Stubborn

A very fundamental and generic trait of a dwarf. Though it may not be a great value, a stubborn nature is needed for when making deals or communicating with others to prove your point. The value is needed and greatly shows for those who have a heart to never give up.

Honor

Being honorably is probably one of the most valued and traits within the clan and the dwarven society itself. Battle honorably and follow a honorable life for it shows character, and a lesson to your fellow kin.

Loyalty

Being loyal is needed in any kingdom, and dwarves are a very loyal people. Loyalty towards your clan is mandatory and its mandatory to be loyal to your King. Though loyalty is very hard to commit for some, but luckily the culture of the dwarves are different from other races. For it is very honorable to be loyal to your fellow kin who are all from the same root.

Brotherhood/Sisterhood

This is the most important and pratically fundamental value within the clan. The Strongbrows consider all dwarves their kin, and would not care for if they are not of their clan. They know as do all dwarves that they are from one line which is Urguan. Though all dwarves have different appearances, they believe all the dwarves are truely close like a brother or sister. Not only they believe this but it is needed for it creates great trust within themselves and their fellow dwarves

Culture/Tradition

Boasting of Beards

A Strongbrow always must boast and have great pride for their beard. They must groom, braid and put jewels within their beards in order to show off their beards. Competitions within the clan are held to see who has a greater beard.

Wrestling/Brawl

A match between two Strongbrows is great fun and a great display to show their strength. It is a practice they do often to have good fun, as well to prepare themselves in danger. They compete often to improve their speed for their bodies are broad which makes them slow but gives them great strength.

Carving

An old skill that the Strongbrows follow. Carving is a skill the Strongbrows used to practice to express themselves, but the obsessive passion to do something in perfection. Though mostly the miners of the clan would create great patterns within the mine shafts, at this time few follow this due to them leaving the old city of Kal'Urguan.

Storytelling/Poetry

When traveling to a bar, or having free time Strongbrow would share their stories with their fellow kin, whether it be a legend from the past or something that happened in their daily life. The clan enjoys sharing stories with their fellow dwarves to pass the time and have a good time.

Passion/Perfection

When a Strongbrow knows what he wants and what skill he would follow, he would have a great desire to follow it and master that skill for the majority of their life. This obsession they have is somewhat odd but it's one of strange traits that Strongbrows have.

The Strongbrow Right

Once a Strongbrow reaches a certain age within their life, they must make a pilgrimage around the surrounding lands of the dwarves, and climb a mountain of their choosing to the summit to end their pilgrimage. There they will find enlightment once the stars appear over them. The Strongbrow is allowed to bring a fellow clan member to accompany them.

The Trial within the Burrows

This ancient traditions are very old, and were not even made by those of the Strongbrow blood. It's a tradition that was made within the mining halls of Kal'Urguan. Those of the Stronbrow generations before Omithiel had done this trial and only two have gone through it fully. Ulgrin and Hulgris have traveled deep within the caves and mineshafts of Kal'Urguan to test their courage. What they saw and dealt with was kept only to themselves. For those who pass the tradition were to keep whatever they saw or enlightment they gain a secret. Only those who know they can do this trail can take it on. It is said that many myths about the deep underworld of the dwarves cave from this tradition.

Religion Values/Clan Relics

Though the clan doesn't ha e a specific deity they follow within the Brathmordakin. Majority of the Strongbrows would follow Yemekar and Anabelle for these two dieties have core values that the clan follows. Though it isn't required to follow these gods it is required for a dwarf within the clan to choose a god/gods under themselves, that must be of the Brathmordakin.

Pilgrimage

There comes a time for a dwarf to make a pilgrimage in to understand the gods, or to seek enlightment from them. When that times comes the Strongbrows would travel throughout the lands of Dwarvish mountains and camp a to seek enlightment, for guidance and wisdom in their lives, or even to just follow the traditions.

The Book of the StrongBrows

This old book contains all the history and knowledge of the Stronbrows. Since the very first writings from Ulgrin, it has passed been passed around to each member of the family to write whether it be poem, stories, past history or even myths. The clan wrote within this book to pass it down to their members so they can also share stories of their lives. The book which is very old can only be read by those who know its language, for it's written in the Ancient Dwarvish Language. The one who owns this book is Omithiel Strongbrow for he was given this book when his father Ulinthal had shown him his lineage and where he came from.

The Staff of Strongbrows

This old staff was once the handle of the pickaxe that the great Ulgrin Strongbrow, who took down his foes with a mighty twirling swing piercing his enemies. Unfortunately the metal head is gone, but its handle still remains, and it is carved with great craftsmanship with many runic symbols. Ulinthal the firstborn son, was given this relic who he then passed down to his son Omithiel, who treasures it greatly.

The StrongBrow Heart

(thinking of a name still.)

The StrongBrow Heart is a spherical jewel which was found by Ulgrin on a mining trip with his father in the mining halls of Kal'Urguan. The jewel though not expensive was forged with the head of the pickaxe Ulgrin used. It was clear and round, its color was a dark cyan color. The jewel was given to Omithiel after Ulinthal fled the city of Kal'Urguan. The jewel was carved intricately once Omithiel was a young dwarf who could mine within the Mining halls of Kal'Urguan. For years it was carved to perfection. The clan were happy to see another part of the ancient weapon, was not destroyed, and were marveled by the craftsmanship of Omithiel. The jewel was as if it was meant to be carved.

Holris's Helmet

The helmet in fragments after the clan fled from Kal'Urguan, its design still exist for what is left of the drawings that Hulris made. Unfortunately the drawings are fading and it is hard to know what helmet Holris had made during his life. Luckily most of his study of blacksmithing was put into the clan's book, but only a few can read runic writing and most of those are gone, only those of the generation that have lived from the days of Simppa can read the writing.

Lineage

The Line of Ulgrin

Ulgrin firstborn had about 14 children and they followed the footsteps of their father. They mined and learned to carve to perfection within the mines. They loved to make their mineshafts very well and were very good at navigating through caves. They enjoyed Storytelling and Poetry as well as Wrestling with each other. Some even became architects. The line of Ulgrin was large and of his children 12 of them bore children, and of those 12, 10 of them had children of their own. Most of the generation of those 10 children have passed. Though 7 of those 10 bore children of their own Many seperated and became distant after fleeing from Kal'Urguan. They contacted each other from time to time up until the return of Thorin where they are now returning home.

Ulgrin (Deceased.)

Ulinthal, Yulvik, Fulgrin, Dolin & Rulin, Aigrinoth, Dulin, Oli, Phelgrin, Aeilingul, Ulif, Auil, Rholif, Nalfi (All Deceased.)

Omithiel, Yulvik II, Ulin, Yulif, Kuugrin, Thrin, Glatus, Dulaithin, Rholif II, (Open Space.) (Age Limit: 400-500.) (Note all of the dwarves of this group are deceased except Omithiel, Rholif II and the one free space.)

Bofut ( The Six Children can be played.) (Age Limit: 200-300.)

(You can be the child of the Seven Children.) (Age Limit: 80-180.)

The Line of Hulgris

Hulgris like his brother had many children, about 10 children to be exact. A few followed in their father's footsteps by becoming blacksmiths, but most became miners like the rest of the Strongbrows. The line of Hulgris were bonded well with his brother's line, and enjoyed competing with each other most of time. The 10 children that Hulgris had, bore more children and of those 10, 7 of them had children.  Of those 7 children 4 had children of their own. They like all their kin fled from the city of Kal'Urguan and were distant from each other, but kept good contact over long distances. They are now returning home, after Thorin was made King.

Dulathis, Hulgris II, Falegris, Belin, Dulcalthis, Gulim, Ain, Vulgrif, Thrin, Yavik ( All Deceased.)

Balif, Hulgris III, Bof, Thalin, ( Open Space.), (Open Space.), (Openspace.) (Age Limit: 400-500.)

( All 4 children can be played.) (Age Limit: 200-300.)

(You can be a child of the 4.) (Age Limit: 80-180.)

Member List

Clan Father: Omithiel StrongBrow son of Ulinthal StrongBrow

Rholif II StronbBrow son of Rholif StrongBrow

Bofut Strongbrow son of Dulaithin StrongBrow

Application

RP Name:

MC Name:

Which Line do you come from?

Age:

Why do you wish to join this clan?

Are you new or decent to Roleplaying? Or new to Dwarven Roleplay? (If not that is ok. It's a learning experience.)

Biography:(Must be under one of the dwarves within the two lines.)

An image of your skin: (Must understand your character has a large brow whether male/female.)

*A large roll of parchment is sitting besides Hiebe, after glaring at Tortek he sets the roll of parchment on the table and spreads it across. In it the parchment says the opinion of Omithiel Strongbrow*

I 'ave beem t'inkin' about t'e situation after bein' infomrned by 'iebe about w'at 'as been goin' on with Tortek Silverfist, I 'ave come to t'e decision to agree with 'iebe with t'e removal ov Tortek. T'ere be several reasons, t'ough 'e is a good lad, 'e 'asn't done well as 'is position ov a Forgelord. One ov t'e reasons be t'at 'e 'asn't improved t'e efficiency ov t'e blacksmiths 'nd 'asn't gotten many blacksmiths under within t'e nation, t'e count ov blacksmith within t'e nation be lackin'. T'e ot'er reason is t'at 'e cam't be responsible enough to keep t'e anvil in safety, to be 'onest with t'is alone 'e won't be able to run as a lord, due to 'is decisions may 'arm t'e nation itself. As a lord unfortunately I don't t'ink Tortek can 'andle such a task if 'e won't be responsible or isn't willin' to find improvments fer t'e nations.

*The parchment was stamped with a symbol a pickaxe and mineshaft*