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Odin returns after hearing the news "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES! DA CIRCLE JERK ES OVER!"

Odin returns once more "FAWK OV YE WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE *****!"

Odin returns for a brief day to kick the crap into Beros "Ye wee fawk dun knaw s'oite!" Then he leaves.

[MC name]: greener161 [skype name]: greener161 [Access to TS?]: Yes [PvP rating]: 6.7/10 Name: Ruugah'Rax Profession (if any): Lumberjack Skin will be provided. I have one http://imgur.com/iMd8Dft

Name/Mc Name: Aínór Age: 232 Gender: male Race: Dark Elf Are you moving in alone or with family? If so, how many? On my own Do you swear to abide by the laws of this hollow? yes Skype(Optional): greener161

No watty noooooooooooooooooo :( cya man.

-=(A Farewell for now)=- A familiar face seems to be missing from the Kingdom, you can’t seem to think of who this dwarf is. However you seem to miss a hearty laugh,stark mad dwarf not causing trouble. Out of the dwarves Sharr heads towards the dwarf’s home. He looks up to the sign reading out loud to himself, “Odin Ireheart…. w’y need ‘ad tu gu lad.” Sharr takes his key from his belt, that lies tightly fit around his waist and shoves the door open. The fires are dim within the abode, nearly extinguished from the lack of attention. A note lies on the table, scruffy writing all over the piece. Sharr carefully picks it up reading the note before telling everyone the news. Lads and lasses… I’ve seen many Kings past through my life. I barely be two hundred years of age. I’ve stood with the kingdom ever since I was able to pick up an axe and fight along with my father. However times like this grows on a dwarf. Seeing his kin be slaughtered by the endless Human assault. I can't bare to witness this anymore and see Urguan’s kingdom suffer so greatly. Ever since the Grandaxe exodus, I thought of this yet it never grew on me. But with the recent events I find it appropriate that I shall take my leave. You may see me wondering about the wilds or off killing so evil in the world. But remember me as I will always be your mad raving stark dwarf. And to the Irehearts you have been the best kin a dwarf has wished for. Through thick and thin you have stuck by me but it has come to an end. Many Irehearts have fallen and left the Kingdom, it seems there are so little of us now. We are dying and this saddens me yet I can’t stop this and I shall not be able to fix it. For now this is my goodbye. As Odin just finishes writing the letter he packs his bags stuffing it full of food and vital equipment. He steps outside and ventures to the bridge as he takes his last glance at the mountain, knowing he may never return for good. A tear rolls down his face as he turns aside walking down the steps. Sharr walks past seeing nothing the slightest bother until days later when he finds the note. OOC:

Odin chuckles as another King is gone. "Owh fer fawks sake... weh realeh cant keep a King..."

Odin sighs as another Dwarf leaves "Farewell meh guud old delver king."

Odin shakes his head after hearing the news "Well... den."

Odin chuckles a bit "Atleast deres another stark dworf part frum meh naw."

The Ireheart Hunt Odin walks into the main hall within Kal'Karaad, with a horn firmly gripped in his right hand. He places the horn towards his mouth, taking a long breath before blowing into the horn creating a deafening sound that echos around the hall. Various dwarvews spring out from their adobes and inquire. "Ire'earts and 'onorary ones!" Weh beh goin' on da annual Ire'eart 'unt! Grab yer weapons and pack yer bags! We beh oot fer a long toime!. Foind meh later iv ye wish tu parcipitate in da 'unt. Weh beh wurkin' tuwards trials and suc'." Odin smiles before turning around heading back to his warm cosy room. ((Event will take place on Friday at 11 PM GMT 6 PM EST))

((Btw you wouldnt able to see these votes in RP, they are in a box))

Odin sniffs salt

For once Odin agrees with this swine, "Aye 'e be a nubodeh and un ov Akvar's puppets."