Jordan1921

MC Name: Jordan1921 RP Name: Hogarth Irongut

Hogarth remains seated but his face becomes reddened and his voice filled with rage. "T'at's 'bout the biggest pile a Orc S'it I've 'ear in meh life. Yer speakin' treatorous words infront of the king himself! Whutever 'append tuh the respect towards the king? 'iebe was there tuh take kingship when no one else stepped up, and unlike yeh 'e 'asn't built twuh bloodeh ciites in 'is kingship! I'm tiored a yer blabbin' Kjell." Hogarth turns to Hiebe and speaks with anger in his voice "King, I believe we 'ave another deceitful Lord Marshall on our 'ands."

Hogarth takes a seat in the council room after being summoned, he observed that the room was silent after Kilgrim's speech and decides to speak his opinion. "I dun't see what it says in those laws t'at makes em unconstitutional. T'ere ain't anythin' specific enough in the laws t'at'd make meh raise meh eye. T'ey are soldiers of the Kingdom of Urugan an' are obvious friends tuh t'e our kin. They are also controlled by the kingdom as they are servants of the grand King Hiebe. Per'aps an eye ovah t'em is needed, but I say not more t'en that."

As Hogarth walks to the board to read the results of the vote, he breathes a sigh of relief and a sign of anguish. He speaks to himself in a muffled tone "I 'ope t'is goes well..." Then walks off with a smirk on his face.

((I'm not sure if we have any characters that no one plays, but you could be an rp some of an Irongut if you'd like to.))

Lad this company was closed down lone ago by the Paragon.

While walking through the woods of Kal'Dwain Hogarth sees in the distance a dwarf with a knife through his chest, he quickly approaches the dwarf and observes him. "Darius...? Whu t'a nether did this tu yeh?" Hogarth mumbles as he pulls the knife out of Darius's corpse. Hogarth can barely cope with the loss of one of his childhood caretakers, but he thinks to himself that now is not the time for mourning. Hogarth looks to Darius's right hand and sees the note that holds Darius's last wish, he quickly reads the note and shouts in a state of rage "'umans did t'is?! I've spent most a meh feckin' life bein' friends wit' 'umans an' t'ey du t'is?!" After a few seconds Hogarth inspects the knife, blood covereing most of the blade. Hogarth puts the knife inbetween his belt and picks up Darius's corpse and rests him on his shoulders. He mumbles one last thing before walking toward Kal'Dwain "Dun worreh Darius...Yer wish'll come true."

Hogarth turns to Mili and rolls his eyes then speaks. "T'ere a reason yer still 'ere Mileh?"

Hogarth reads the note then starts to stroke his beard, mumbling to himself "I wonder whut caused 'iebe tu write t'is..."

Hogarth, cloaked and hidden by both the crowd of Alrasians and his hood smirked. Under his breath for no others to hear as Aislin spoke his final words to Alras Hogarth mutters "I suppose Alras started weak, an' 'as ended weak..."

Yer Name?: Hogarth Ironfist Are ye a Lad? or a Lass?: Lad Frum un tuh a 'undred wut be yer skill wif a Ax?: I ain't skilled at all with axes, probably zero. Frum un tuh a 'undred 'ow be yer skill wif a Swurd?: I've trained all meh life with a sword, 100. Frum un tuh a 'undred wut be yer skill wif a Crossbow?: Eh, I'm alright defiantly not a master no, 37. W'ose chapter are ye interested in joinin'? Arcane Grandaxe? or Darian Grandaxe? or Goldbeard Ironfist? or Gimrik Grandaxe? Wuts yer answer? I fig't with me fellow Ironfist's. W'y duh ya wish ta join da Fortress Militia? I'm tired a Orcs feckin with us, an' Alrasians gettin tha easy way. W'o duh ye swear yer oath an' allegiance tuh? Tu tha kingdom an' tha Ironfists. Dankye fer answerin' da questions... Ye will receive a wee letter wif yer acceptance as recruit!

So many new members, and none a them got work! Perhaps my plan for an Ironfist mining company can come true sooner then expected?

After days of wandering the cold forests Hogarth stops and makes camp by the shore of a large body of water. The travel has taken its toll on Hogarth, especially now that he lacks food because he forgot to grab extra from his storage in Mount Ire. The winded Hogarth fashions himself a crude wooden ax and chops himself firewood and wood he will soon split in two for a raft and paddle to traverse the water. He rests for the night, sleeping on the natural floor that he now knows too well. The next day he awakes to the sound of nature and rushing water as he prepares the logs for his raft. Tying together the logs of the raft with a hearty rope that he grabbed from his storage in his far away home. Soon after he left the slight comfort of his small camp to travel the water on his crudely fashioned raft. Hogarth breathes a sigh of relief as he spots land for the first time in hours, barely being able to spot the rock in the night sky, Hogarth swiftly paddles towards the shore. Hogarth slowly brings his paddling to a halt as he draws closer to the shoreline. The boat soon becomes burred in the sand of the shore and Hogarth steps off of his makeshift raft for the first time in almost a day. After several hours of walking, passing a large ravine that blocked his path he observes his surroundings. Through the thick haze of the night he spots a small fire burning in the distance, as he approaches the camp Hogarth calls out. "Oi! Anyun there? I bloodeh need food!"

((http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/54170-ironfist-clan/page__st__110 Since I am in Arbrek and Karvia's clan, he pinned a note on our clan board.))

Hogarth could only think of the grimy floor that he lies on as he sleeps inside of Mount Ire, homeless. Soon he awoke to the sound of rock being broken by picks and steel being hammered into shape as the sun began to rise on the surface. Hogarth rubs his head, groggy after a less then adequate night of sleep, but getting used to the uncomfortable rock beds that he now uses. He sits up, trying to clean off whatever grime that came upon his aged robe in his slumber. Hogarth mutters to himself "Why must those bloodeh 'ouses cost 1,000?" as he slowly gets to his feet and walks zombie-like to the wooden board that shows the news of the Ironfist clan. Upon arriving at the chipped and splinter filled board he observes the various notes pinned, notes from the far past and present, until he lays his eyes upon a newly pinned paper. Hogarth scans the paper reading only the words that are important, but finds that most of them are, being quite interested in the paper. He starts to mumble to himself as he comes to the end of the note "Su that young lass 'as actually dun somethin gud 'ey? Well that gold is as gud as ours, 'er whutever'll be in there." Under the large note that Arbrek has pinned he spots a map pinned to the board, showing an outlined location which he suspects is the temple that Karvia has stumbled upon. He begins to mutter to himself oncemore "Well seems that I got a temple tu gu tu, ain't like I got anything tu du 'ere, an' I wish tu get away frum these bastards." Hogarth then walks to the storage of Mount Ire, slowly traversing down the ladder that leads to his chest of valuables. He then walks to his chest and opens it slowly, observing then taking his armor and weapon and equipping his Iron armor. He then tosses his Iron blade in his hands a couple times, preforming combat techniques that he learned during his time in the legion. Hogarth stomps out of the storage room, and slowly walks his way out of Mount Ire and into the wilderness keeping the location of the temple in his mind as he wonders the wilderness seeking the temple.

Hogarth observes the note on the board and goes to his home, taking out a quit and a piece of paper, he writes. I haven't seen ye around either Skippy, a Thain of the clan is no more important then a regular clan member, we are all family. If ye wish to make this clan successful, find new Dwarves of promise and show them their heritage, speak with Arbrek or Darius of the building of the Iron Citadel, show our clans worth to the king and kingdom. All these things ye can do without being Thain. No one doesn't allow you to help the clan back to its days of glory, Skippy. Hogarth finishes his note and brings it to the Ironfist notice board and sticks it on the board with a rail spike from the construction of the rails to the clan halls.

Well ye need tu be related to an Ironfist to be welcomed into the clan, but when I spoke tu ye ye said yer father was an Ironfist? If su, yer welcome tu tha clan.

[[ Minecraft name: Jordan1921]] Name: Hogarth Ironfist Clan: Ironfist Where do you live: Mount Ire