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Name: Bazian Blackaxe Titles: Former: King of Commerce, Grand Councilor of Politics, and Head of the Blackaxe Clan House interested in: Ah Noble 'ouse fer an old timer Extra comments: Yah wuldn't want meh livin' on t'e streets, wuld yah?

Too long 'ave yah lads forgotten ov our true enemies, t'e orcs! It wasn't t'at long ago since t'ey sacked Khaz 'nd stole our diamonds, when will weh git out revenge?!

Weh 'ave pently ov room already! We dun need every bluddeh space cleared out fer t'e buildin' t'er start!

Work on t'e city seems t'er beh goin' very slowlyeh. Meh question beh, w'at beh stoppin' us frum buildin' anyt'in'? If yah need 'elp buildin' t'ere beh plenty ov dwarves t'er 'elp out. Let us jus' git t'is dun!

I appreciate all t'e 'elp yah are offerin' meh fellas but t'ere are nay enough lads t'er teach fer moar t'en un dwarf t'er teach 'em. If weh git moar apprentices, I will beh moar t'en 'appy t'er accept yer 'elp.

I got yer bird Grimherst but I was away w'en I received it 'nd w'en I got back t'ere was no un in sight. It is meh 'ope t'er meet up wit' yah soon.

*smiles as he sees Darain's name* It'll beh good t'er 'ave ya lad! 'nd aye Mili, I will take on as many apprentices that are needed.

Ahh very well lad, I will 'elp ya learn t'e ways ov our bretheren!

I'd beh 'appy t'e teach ya everyt'in' I know Mili

*hands Gimrik some glowstone dust* Now leave me beh...

*You see a flier pinned up on a notice board* Seekers ov knowlage 'nd young kin learnin' t'e dwarven way ov life, I be Bazian Blackaxe. Since me return to t'e dwarven nation, I found meself too old fer most tasks t'e 'elp t'e community. Since t'is be, I be lookin' t'er teach 'nd take on apprentices. So if ya find yerself wit'out a place in th' community er ya jus' learnin' our way ov life fer t'e first time, write yer name at th' bottom ov t'is poster er jus' seek meh out. -Bazian Blackaxe Signed Apprentices, -Mili Irongut -Grimherst Enkrid -Darain Blackaxe

((We are now on the new wiki http://www.lordofthecraft.net/wiki/wikka.php?wakka=Blackaxe_Clan ))

*Bazian approaches the lava bridge and looks upon the fledgling city that is being mined from the rock. He takes a deep breath and slowly crosses the bridge, as he has become weathered with age. Upon reaching the inner wall he spots his friend, Hogarth. After a long conversation with him, he catches up on the happenings with the dwarven people. His heart sinks as he hears of the continuing bickering of his brothers. He sighs and turns to Hogarth and says as he departs, "Some t'ings never change..." Bazian slowly walks over to the tavern. He grabs an ale from the barkeep and carefully sets his tankard on the table, as to not spill it. He gets out a quill and paper and begins to write as he sips on his ale. Me brot'ers, it 'as been many a year since I 'ave spoke wit' you. Many ov ya might ov t'ought t'atd I 'ad left ya er jus' died. But I be writin' t'is teh tell yah t'atd I be back. But alas.. meh bones beh old 'nd tired, I cannae lead meh brot'ers into battle. T'is is w'y I beh appointin' t'e son ov Valen t'er lead t'e Mighty Blackaxe Clan. 'e beh a good strong lad 'nd will lead ya well. I will still beh 'round t'ough to guide 'im 'nd t'e rest ov ya. T'ere 'as also sumt'in' else t'atd 'as come to my attention. It seems t'atd t'ere 'as been yet again moar bickerin' between t'e clans. W'en will ya laddies ever git along..? Ya lads are dwarves, eh? No point in fightin' eachot'er. Ya 'ave plenty ov t'ins' to beh angry 'bout udder t'en yerselves. Fightin' among eachot'er will git yer no w'ere. I'd jus' saddens meh 'eart to see brot'er against brot'er yet again... -Signed, Bazian Blackaxe

((I'm pretty sure that you need to get the knowledge from Arbrek or from the other smiths that he taught.))

((I absolutely love this! Great job Arbrek on the whole thing.))

((Lol Arbrek he's new, give him a break :P. Anyway I think this will come up in the meeting this Saturday. I have some ideas...))

I t'ink it'd wuld beh fer t'e best Darius, since ya still beh a Baron 'nd all. Dun wan' an overworked dwarf, eh?

*A parchment hangs in the doorway at the archiect's guild room* Kin ov t'e stone! We beh needin' moar 3x3 cubbies fer t'e dwarves. Can ya accomplished t'is feat soon, we beh needin' t'e room fer t'e knew dwarves? -signed King Bazian Blackaxe

There have been multiple occasions in which we have been ignored in one such occasion we had to bring in Syrio just to do regioning. I'm not going to say any names, but I think it would be better if we just had a dwarven gm.

((And all done with the strengths of our pick arms Xp

Updated, I'll be damned if we don't get a dwarven Gm!

Omi, we shuld include t'e already set minin' guild fer t'is, 'nd kick t'e lazy uns out.

*You approach the now closed gates of the grand city, Kal'Karik. As you walk closer to the gate, several pounds shake the gate and an echoing roar can be heard. You stumble back a bit and step on a piece of crumbled parchment, written as if it was in haste. You begin reading.* If ya escaped t'e beast's destruction 'nd be readin' t'is, t'en let meh tell ya t'at all is not lost. We 'ave traveled west to mountains high t'e mine a new 'ome. Come quickly brot'ers, 'nd we will rebuild. *The end of the parchment has no author as it was written without a smooth hand and without time.*

*Bazian sees Darius' name and smiles, not even bothering to look at the rest* I wuld 'ave none betta tu run t'e great guild ov miners. Darius ya will retake yer place as 'ead miner! Put up a board for yer minin' guild membas 'nd keep it up tu date. Alsu, make sure ya talk tu Omi 'bout t'e makin' ov t'e mines.

Since t'e Skippeh be leavin' t'e city, we be needin' a new 'ead miner! If ya t'ink ya 'ave t'e strong pick arm fer t'is job, fill t'e application below. ((MC Name:)) Name: Minin' Level: Previous leadership skills: 'ow dedicated will ya be to t'e guild?