TEEbrown

[LONGBEARDS BACK :D]

The Snowy Fields Campaigns, including all the battles of that northern keep up the fall of Aliston. Best RP I've ever had.

[Absolutely perfect XD]

Bazian turns the corner, down the steps of Kal'Anart, leaving out the hold. He walks to the crossroads and turns left into the entrance to the deeproads. Everything is silent, there is no digging heard as he walks down one of the roads. He puts his ear up to one of the walls and knocks on it, to see if he can hear any tunneling nearby. But nothing is heard. Frustrated, Bazian goes back up to the hold and writes on a piece of paper. He hands this piece of paper to his runner dwarf and sends him off to Solitude. It seems to me lads t'at th' work on our legendary deeproads 'as slowed ter a screeching stop. Weh mus' pick back up on t'is endeavor ot'erwise, our homes will remain ever so far apart. Weh 'ave our terminal fer th' deeproads built up, we just await response from the other areas. So git yer picks lads, weh need ter git t'is dun! -Bazian Grandaxe

All I have to say is please don't say anything about the "future plans". I don't want any metaing going on... Also, if you need any help with writing lore, I would be more than happy to help out.

You see a notice being pinned up by a rather young looking dwarf. The small dwarf looks over his shoulder, sees you, and scurries away leaving the notice pinned up on the wall. You approach the note and begin to read. To all farmers looking for land! From the most humble farmer to th' largest ov enterprises, we 'ave acres ov land fer your needs. Just follow th' Dwarven Road to Kal'Anart and we'll get yah sorted out with a plot of land. Prices are cheap, and can be negotiated with. Or you can just pin a note beside the notice and my runner dwarf will deliver the note to me. You look up for a bit and see the little dwarf peaking around the corner, watching to see if anyone pins a note on the wall. He then quickly ducks back behind the wall. A sketch of the fields are drawn below.

[updated with more information about jobs]

Day four, Ah groggy mornin' tuday was. Th' taste ov ol' stew lingered in meh mouth 'nd wit'out any ale ter wash it down wit'. Alt'ough, wen ah got up, ah felt ah bit loighter 'nd meh back did nay 'urt at all. Ah felt moar youthful as ah was in meh youn' years. Meh fat'er said 'e wuld show meh th' way 'nd 'e 'as! But t'is beh far frum ovah. Ah mus' foind t'ese dark beasts 'nd challange t'em jus' as meh fat'er did wit' t'is very axe. Tuday, much trainin' 'as occured. Several pines lay flat wit' th' groun', ah 'ave 'unted fer many a' beasts 'round t'ese forests 'nd many ah rock beh smashed frum meh moight! Ah beh gittin' stronger, ah can feel it. May Urir give meh moight!

((Exactly, it may not make much sense Rply to write in an accent but it adds to the overall feel of the story.)) EDIT: I am going to be doing more than one a day since I will be returning home at an earlier date, tomarrow ;D

Day t'ree, After meh lil drunkin' fit last noight, ah reassure yah meh brot'ers, my quest fer strength still beh underway. Th' first t'in' t'at set in was th' 'unger. Ah t'ought ter meself, "Ah mus' foind ah way ter git food." 'untin' beh meh only option since growin' food takes too long 'nd ah beh nay good at fishin'. T'ese forests beh dry and stale loike th' midnoight air. Nuttin' seems ter beh movin' around in its underbrush. Not ah track nor soign t'at anyt'in' beh livin' around 'ere. 'nd t'en, t'ere she was. Ah enourmus boar! Oh she was ah beauty t'at un. Ah began meh approach 'nd th' t'in' noticed meh roight away but she nay did nut'in'. Ah slowly got closer 'nd closer.. but th' bluddeh boar jus' stood t'ere. Ah got close enough ter touch it 'nd it jus' bolted ter ah cave nearby. Ah ran after it in th' cave, feelin' th' 'unger t'at ate at meh soides, but th' t'in' ran down inter the dark, deep annals ov th' cavern. Ah 'ad ter beh careful in meh ol' age, un wron' step 'nd ahll beh fallin' inter meh grave. Ah placed meh footin' carefully as ter not mistep. Den ah remembahed t'at ah 'ad sum flint o' steel stashed away in meh bag. Loightin' ah torch in meh 'and ah culd see as far as foive feet, not ter mention th' moile down fissure t'rough t'e earth! Not seenin' th' boar anyw'ere, ah began ter make meh ascent out ov th' ground w'en ah tripped ovah sum mushrooms. Ah sit 'ere, eatin' sum stew, t'inkin' ov w'at Decks beh tryin' ter show meh wit' t'at boar er w'at beh down t'at giant fissure. Met'inks ah mus' train meh body first, at least enough fer th' decent.

*Pins a note on top of the first note* 'ey laddie, yah nah need ter go anywhere else but Kal'Anart! Weh 'ave a lumbercamp not far frum t'ere wit' four udder lumbersmen already workin' t'ere. If yah interested contact meh t'rough bird. ((Pm)) -Bazian Grandaxe

Day tew, Ah 'ave seen th' path befer meh fer meh fat'er 'as shown meh. Fat'er Decks appeared ter meh in ah dream last noight 'nd showed meh th' way ter regain meh strength. Ah mus' take on th' trails Decks 'ad ter wen 'e was casted out by th' Urguan Nation. *The rest of the letter is messily drawn and has spots of dried ale all over it.* 'nd shhoo.. th' firsst t'in' ahh muss der is ter... is ter git rid ov all meh ales as Dexcks did nay 'ave summ ales... altough.. ah cul nay waste em... so ah dranlk everyeh.. last.. drop.. Th' nezxt stehpp is ter.. er.. sumt'in' terr der wit' sum beasts er.. sumt'in'... Oh ah remembah! Ah mus' foiight.. dark unnss.. wit' th' sahme axe t'at Decks did foight wit'... ah mus' return ter meh bed rolllss...

*Notices Hiebe* "Ahh foinally sum sense! Ah t'ought weh jus' be protectin' 'em jus' fer th' kicks! *Laughs*

*Looks over to Skippy as he talks* "W'at fer weh spill dwarven blood fer dese people? Ah see dat t'ese beh our neighborin' lands, but why der t'ey deserve our axes? We give away our lives fer not'in'?! T'is not beh th' political stances ah beh accustom ter...

*A letter is sent to the towers of Kal'Anart by convance of a bird.* 'ail meh brot'ers ov th' mountains, ah beh sendin' back t'ese letters ter tell ov meh travels in th' far reaches ov th' north 'nd ter show yah t'at ah not beh lost in t'ese deep mountains. Day un, Ah began meh travels frum th' norther soide ov th' hold. As th' day progressed, ah meh way past th' Goldhand's keep. Lookin' up ter th' mountain peaks, ah notice noight was upon meh. Ah made camp in th' lowlaying forests around th' ol' fortress. Layin' on meh bedroll, ah write t'ese letters, ter tell ov meh travels ter regain meh former glory. Meh trails begin tomarrow, Urguan give meh strength. (This will be a series I will write everynight)

W'at keeps t'is udder nation ter th' Empire ov Urguan? Ah want ter know th' agreement in full.

*A letter is given to you by convance of a young runner dwarf.* I have seen your notice pinned up around the cloud temple and I'm a bit impressed. I run a militarly structured hold in the north of dwarven territory and I be looking for a veteran soldier to train my dwarves in the way of tactics and formations, such like that. They might not be much to look at now, but our numbers are strong and as their wills. Send me a letter if you are interested. -Bazian Grandaxe *The bottom has a the seal of the Grandaxe Clan burnt into the bottom of it, two axes crossing, one black and one ablaze.*

((It seems I have been left out of the loop on this one... my bad on the false info, I was misinformed.))

*Bazian looks breifly at the notice put on the wall and gives it an odd look. Volvo... w'at? Yah mean t'at 'alf destoryed Mercinary camp? Bah! T'at place ain't worth w'at weh beh tryin ter git it fer but if th' paragon commands it t'en so beh it.

Looking upon Bazian's empty chambers you notice somethings amiss. Inspecting closer you see a not pinned on the wall just above the fire place. You approach the note and begin to read. As ov late, meh body beh diterieratin'. Ah 'ave not been as strong 'nd 'as moighty as ah unce was in th' olden days. So ah seek ter regain meh strength by travelin' ter th' northern most mountains ov Asulon. Ah dun know w'en ah will beh back, it'd beh ah long toime befer ah can regain meh strength. But if Urguan wills it, ah will 'ave it. Ah leave yah wit' meh brut'er Skath 'nd meh newphew Morgrim in charge ov Kal'Anart in meh absence. -Bazian Grandaxe *Cue Rocky Music* [Alright guys, I'm going on vacation for about a week and a half, I'll be back on the 14th. Skath and Zezimus are in charge of operations at the Hold. If you have any questions feel free to pm any of them. I'll be on my phone this week so I'll be periodicity checking the forums if you need any help. See you guys when I get back :D]

MC name: TEEbrown IC name: Bazian Grandaxe Skills: Axes-100, Lumberjacking-100, Mining-50, Cooking-20 Reason: I am the lord of the hold, keeping rp flowing and the people organised.

Notes are pinned all around the Dwarven Empire and the Cloud Temple. You notice one of these notes and begin to read it. Ter all th' moiners and heavybacks alike, 'ere in Kal'Anart weh 'ave ah moine t'at 'as been unearthed in th' northern lands ov th' Dwarven territory. If yah beh lookin' ter make ah decent name fer yahself while makin' sum minas, 'ead ova ter Kal'Anart 'nd we'll git yah squared away. Decent 'ousin' also beh available 'ere. So while yah moinin' yah can take shelter on our grand mountain. Ter git ah permit ter t'is moine, talk ter Skath Grandaxe er Morgrim Grandaxe. [zortjr or zezimus] -Lord Bazian Grandaxe

Bazian listens carefully as he drinks on his flask. After the two are finished he takes this flask off his lips and begins to speak. "Ah 'afta agree wit' Morgrim on dis un. Foightin' th' orcs on un end 'n th' possible war wit' th' Oren un th' udder beh an unwise decision. Weh best focus our foightin' on t'em damn greenskins! Weh fought 'em off on our lands, now weh mus' brin' th' foight ter t'em! 'nd as fer t'ese Subudai folk, ah dun trust 'em. Weh mus' really see w'ere t'eir loyalties lie..."