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"Come meet me in the Remembrancer's Hall next your are in Kal'Azgoth and we may discuss your future with the Remembrancers."

Bazian jumps into the conversation. "Do ye 'ave ears dat 'ear, er do yah jus' generalize everyfin'. Elves did betray us 'n th' past, but who comes tew say dat dese elves are ov th' same bloodloine, eh? Can yah tell meh dat dese elves on th' council in particular 'ave dun yah sum wrong in dere loives er dere ancestors?"

A flier sticks out to you, as you approach it the letters widen and text becomes legible. -=Seeking Scholars=- The honorable order of Remembrancers seek individuals with the gifts of writing, learning and deep remembering. Any individuals with the aspirations of becoming such an individual is welcome to learn. Come, take a leaflet and send it off to Kal'Azgoth under the attention to "The Remembrancers." We eagerly await replies.

MC.net crashed that night or something so we got shut out of the division of the coffers. I remember jumping around the vault from gold block to gold block waiting for everyone else to get on. Haha

A note is placed on top the other two with a flier. Don't go gettin' yourself mixed up with the humans and that lot. Come to Kal'Azgoth, a true dwarf's home! Get involved with the Legion or the Smithing Guild, they're always looking for new lads to join among they're ranks. [ http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/76041-the-legion-information-thread/ http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/82997-da-bak-kadrel-barimmar-the-great-smithing-guild/ ]

The funny thing is, we had like three of our clan members at this battle, including me. I guess we where just loud enough. XD Year 1317: The Orcs, Teutonic Order, and Blackaxes Sack Al’Khazar

Hiya! Looks like a new face or should I say beard is coming to our world! Good luck on getting accepted, pm me if you have any questions that are dwarfish related.

Name: Place an X besides the name of the candidate you wish to vote for: - Thorin Grandaxe - Dreek Stormhammer X - Davern Frostbeard

A young beardling passing out written works freshly printed of the press about recent events approaches you. He hands you a packet of parchment. On the first page in big bold letters reads, "STARK RAVING MAD DWARF ESCAPES!" "As soon as weh got 'ere, 'e was placed deep intew ah cavern setup for 'im as request by th' architects." Says a legionair, "We'd feed 'im scrapes at a toime, demented dworf dat on was. But wit' all da work weh w'ere dooin', weh koinda jus' forgot 'bout 'im. Next fin' weh know, 'es gone! Dug 'is way t'rough th' walls. Now weh got ourselves ah 'alf crazed, stark ravin' mad dworf on our 'ands!" His discription is about 4' 2" covered in dirt, bald with a brown beard and responds to the name "Dirtbeard." He has a habit of leaving signs in crudely written manner. Any information should be reported to the Legion at once. More investigations are being brought on by the Legion to get this lunatic off the streets, but who knows how far he'll go... You skim through the pages a little bit more but nothing else is really interesting except some article about all the dwarf women being horded.

Good to see this back and more plugins being released.

[i'd hope that it would keep the words that where most used in naming cities or important groups. That way we can be consistent.]

[This is to replace this thread http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/70059-the-book-of-three/ for the Remembrancers. Also, if anyone has any other lore/books, please feel free to post them here so that I may add it.]

As you walk the halls of Kal'Azgoth the scribblings of quill against paper can be heard. You, seeking the knowledge of dwarves follow the sound until you find yourself in a massive arched passage into a hall stacked on each side with shelves upon shelves with books. Here you find yourself overwhelming with where to begin. Down the hallway there a few elderly dwarves at work that would gladly answer any questions you have. Now, where to begin... -=The Library=- Dwarven History The Great Collapse The Blood Age History of Kal'Alras (The Original) The Fall of Kal'Bryst The History of the Grandaxe Clan: Part I The History of the Grandaxe Clan: Part II The History of the Grandaxe Clan: Part III Tunnelsmasher Tome Findings of Dervas Culture Dwarven Lore Ancient Dwarven Language Concerning Mountain Chickens Mountain Dwarves The Plight of the Forest Dwarf Dwarven Scriptures -=-=- Tales of Dwarves Annals of the Dwarves Paragon Kjell's Story Frey Upon the Hill Tales and Legends The Fall of Wyrvun Mushroom Folk Histories of other Lands The Phoenix Revolution Writings of Other Lands Pursuit of Immortality Exiled in Kal'Karik -=Seeking Scholars=- The honorable order of Remembrancers seek individuals with the gifts of writing, learning and deep remembering. Any individuals with the aspirations of becoming such an individual is welcome to learn. Come, take a leaflet and send it off to Kal'Azgoth under the attention to "The Remembrancers." We eagerly await replies. As you peer past the iron bars that block the way into the Remembrancer's studies, you can see three books set on three separate pedestals. Each of these books stand about half the size of a full grown dwarf on it's own. The words of the books are of the old dwarven language, written as it is tradition to do so. These volumes are kept in the chambers of the dwarven lords and are kept on a twenty-four hour guard. For a dwarf to enter writing into one of these books, said dwarf must gain the permission from a dwarven lord first. -=Book of Law=- -=Book of Grudge=- -=Book of Records=-

Things are looking up again in the world of our administrators. Good job guys!

Bazian breathes out deeply, as if he was holding his breath for months. "Ah grand dwarf foinally 'onor'd. May 'is soul beh at rest."

Bazian smiles as Kjell speaks of kind words. "Even th' livin' paragon agrees! Is dere none dat dun fink 'e shuld beh given dis 'onor?"

Request form for goods The remembrancers request the amounts as follows to produce literature, keep records, and hire additional help. Two pallets of wood for bookcases and renovation purposes. [128 units] A sack of feathers for writing. [64 units] Any available inc sacs for writing. A small amount of gold to hire another remembrancer. [Optional. Up to the desecration of the Head Merchant.] A pallet of smoothstone for renovation purposes. [64 units] Signed, Remembrancer Bazian Grandaxe [i didn't know where to put this so I left it here. I suggest putting a form type thing up for kingdom guild to guild relations and easier communication between the two.]

[updated, added a poll. Please only dwarves of the nation vote, all other votes will not be considered in rp. Voice your opinion now!]

Blackaxes for life man. Keep on raidin'.

Once the news of his brother's fate, Bazian has been at the footsteps of the gods in the temple; mainly Dungrimm's shrine. "O great god 'n th' sky. Ah call to yah as ah cast me eyes upon th' glowin' sphere ov moonloight. As ah 'ave grown 'n age me calls tew yah 'ave gone less frequent as ah call onto Ogradhad for knowledge 'nd wisdom, but ah call unto yah now as ah ahm stricken wit' grief. Great 'nd 'onorable, show meh th' way to 'onor such ah great fallen brot'er." At that moment, Bazian's eyes opened up wide. He stands up as straight as he cane, using his cane to prop himself upright. He slowly walks out of the temple and towards the entrance. Bazian carefully leans his cane on the railing just outside of the main entrance He looks out onto the crowds of dwarves busy at the markets and drinking ale. The old dwarf clears his throat calmly but with a stern, stone cold expression on his face. He begins to speak in a strong, bellowing voice. "SOILENCE!" He pauses for a bit and then continues talking. "Ah great sadness is cast over th' 'alls dese days. 'ushed voices in th' dark corners in remembrance, 'eads pointed downward 'n grief. Aye, ah can feel it in th' depths ov me 'eart..." Bazian takes a quick pause and regains his composure. "Dis is not th' way weh ought to beh 'onorin' Valen. Aye it is ah great loss true, but 'ave weh really t'ought deep in remembrance ov 'im? Come, w'at great deeds 'nd 'onorable fins could 'e 'ave dun? Plenty, ah'll tell yah w'at! Dis dwarf did moar fins den yah could possibly know! 'e put 'is 'onor on th' loine plenty ov toimes fer th' kingdom 'nd its people, 'nd ah fink its 'ightoime weh repay our debt!" The old dwarf grips his cane for fear of sudden retaliation about the next words he will say, even though he knows them to be true in the deepest parts of his soul. He shouts the next part. "Valen should beh 'onored as ah PARAGON! 'nd any ov yah t'at say otherwoise are jus' foolin' yerself. Now, w'at say ye!?" Bazian waits for the uproar of comments sure to follow.

In the stony halls of the remembrancers, the sound of a cane striking the ground in rhythm with two following footsteps can be heard echoing. The elderly remembrancer, Bazian, approaches the stony grim of his elder, Kilgrim Irongut. "Greetins', brother in remembrance. As ov late, ah 'ave settled into me office 'nd shuffled things 'n order. Now ah ahm ready to begin work. Only something troubles me. It seems t'at we dun 'ave a work ethic er schedule in place. Everythin' is done at dere convince. Ah fink we should git sumfin' togedder so dat we dun fall between the cracks. Also..." Bazian motions towards the empty office space. "Weh are understaffed. Weh should foind ah good, elderly dwarf tew fill dis spot. Maybe ah bit ov coin would encourage candidates. Dis yah should talk wit' th' Lord's council on." The old dwarf leans on his cane for balance. [i couldn't find a spot to put this. So I'll just use this thread to put Remembrancer business.]

Bazian strolls in walking with his cane. He takes a seat nearest to Dun and slaps him on his back. "A congratulations is in order." He smiles and slaps some minas on the counter, covering his tab.