Thrym

Me gusta mucho. Amazing job wardog, glad to see that the Clerics are getting more indepth and more thought out with time. +∞

Maellik sees Phelrin and stares, not because of his skin but because he recognizes him. "Fat'er!" he exclaims, unable to believe his father has come back. Running towards him he gives Phelrin a crushing one armed embrace. "Welcome 'ome!" he says, not caring why Phelrin is back, just glad he is. ((About time you got back! Glad to have you around again :D))

Maellik skips the spies and gets told by the Brathmordakin about everything the spies who are spying on spies who are spying on spies who are spying on spies have reported. Sadly, he is so confused by the utter amount of spying on each other in the Dwarven nation that the message is repressed and he forgets he was ever told. Instead, he speaks the two words that seem to be his favorite concerning the Syndicate, Flays, and Traitors. "Burn dem!"

Maellik, leaning on a pillar, looks to Kjell. "Ye may be a Paragon, Kjell, as such ye carry much weight wit' da Clergy. 'oweva, due to 'iebe bein' ma uncle oi cannae easileh turn against 'im. Da Brathmordakin do not loike un 'ew turns agains 'is clan. Fer dis reason oi remain neutral. Soidin' wit' ye goes agaisnt me own blood, siding wit' ma uncle goes against a Paragon. Goin' against eiter' is nae a gud ting accordin to da teachings ov da Gods an' so oi must remain neutral until such toime as oi'm shown da path oi should take, wet'er by arguments made by all ov ye or by da Brathmordakin demselves." Maellik continues to lean on his pillar as he listens to the continuing debate.

Maellik had a mixed rush of emotions course through his body as he finds the note. Saddness, anger, joy, anticipation, confusion. Especially confusion. Standing alone he starts to speak to himself quietly. "Fat'er, w'at are ye doin'? Come back, jus' come back."

Maellik walks forward, nodding at Bael's words. "Da priest is correct. Unless da rest of da Irongut clan wishes 'er ta be buried in da stone she is ta be burned on a pyre. Before we proceed, call Tortek, da Clan leader, an' dose among ma family 'ew were closest to 'er. Dey must decide if dey wish da body ta be buried er turned ta ashes." Maellik looks at the headless body of Kara, still bearing her distinct necklace, the only way to know her identity. "Afta dey 'ave decided w'at ta do we will complete da burial." Maellik's eyes fill with an angry light. Clenching his left hand into a fist he looks at Kjell. "Den, we foind da basterd dat did dis. And..." he pauses, his mouth turning into a grim smile, "Oi suggest dat whateva we decide on fer 'er burial we do to da culprit....while 'e is still alive. If it is decided ta bury 'er, bury da fecker alive! If burned, let 'im feel da flames melt away 'is flesh an' 'is life!"

Maellik finally collects himself enough to announce to the Dwarven nation a horrible judgement. "Beyond w'at Gorum an' Goruk 'ave said ah'm 'fraid dat, fer da 'orrible act of removin' 'is own beard added to 'is insults to 'is dwarven kin ah've no choice but ta, as Archbishop, excommunicate Grimloth. 'e is 'ereby cut off frum da Brathmordakin, wit' no 'ope of reachin' dere auction on death. Instead, upon 'is death, 'e will be sent straight to fuel da fires of Yemekar's forge, so dat 'is soiled soul can still be ov service one last toime. Da excommunication cannae be lifted once 'e 'as died so, if any 'ave anytin' ta say ta save 'is soul frum dis fate speak now." Maellik turns to the crowd, waiting to see if any have anything to say in defense of Grimloth's soul

Maellik shakes his head. "Grim, da crazy feck, w'at da netha was 'e tinkin!? By cuttin 'is beard 'e 'as spit upon da gift of da Brathmordakin, da most sacred ov all dere gifts! Fer dis 'eresy... It beh so 'einous dat oi cannae say ma thoughts on da matta until oi've collected meself." Maellik massages his temples, unable to comprehend this sort of act from a dwarf.

((No one else is at the arena...Am I at the right place?))

((NP. I'll try to get there but probably won't be able to. All else fails someone can tell me how smacking each other with "blunt" axes went :P))

((O wow! You're doing the exact same thing I'm doing this month. Is yours because of NaNoWriMo?))

((I don't think I'll be able to attend the 3:30 time today. If you can change it to 5:30 I can make it but that is just me))

Maellik responds to Gorum when he has finished. Ah'd very much loike to show up fer dis trainin' Ambassador. 'oweva, due to my duties as Archbishop ah'd prefer if ye didn' enlist me since ah'll not be able to devote da required toime ta legion duties. So what'll it be Gorum, can ah show up wit'out enlistin' er should I jus' "take a pew"? Chuckling a bit, Maellik awaits Gorum's response. EDIT: While Maellik is standing there a messenger bat arrives with a response to a similar question Maellik sent to Goruk earlier. Neva moind Gorum, ah've gotten ma answer 'ere. Expect me at da session wit' ma axe readeh!

Maellik speaks up next. "Tings go well fer da Clergy, if a bit slow. Ah'm currently workin' on compilin' a book of holy writins from bot' da ancient days of Urguan an' now. It will be takin' some toime ta finish doe. Ah also 'ave a few udder tings planned dat should 'opefully rekindle faith to da point it should be at in da nation." ((This month is going to be a very lower end semi-active month for me. My class is participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) which basically means I have to reach x number of words in the month of November. This is sucking up most of my time (and creativity) for the rest of the month though I should be able to be more active on Sundays and Saturday nights as well as during Thanksgiving break.))

((The majority of Ironguts use a sword. The symbol is meant to represent the clan. I mean, even according to paragon lore, Dwain used a magic sword.))

Maellik looks to Goruk apologetically when he hears Kjell speak. Ah'm sorry Goruk but ma vote will 'ave ta change fer da Paragon. Ah did not expect 'im ta wish da position but if 'e wishes it I, as da representitave ov da Brathmordakin, must vote fer Kjell who is a Paragon ov Dungrimm.

Maellik, after listening for a while, decides to speak. "Ah believe Goruk'll do a foine job. Ah cast ma vote fer 'im and trust dat da blessins of Dungrimm will be wit' 'im"

Might just make it. Awesome!

((If this is what we are going with I'll start editing holidays later today.))

Just had an idea to sort of "breath life" back into the dwarves. Go and RP in the temple every now and then, especially trying to find, RP with, and help new players. Not only will you get diverse RP from all the people in the temple, you might encourage new, or old players to join the dwarves, or at least visit Karik so we can RP with some "foreigners"