Dun_Irongut

Soil always felt homely to Dun. He was at home in the marsh outside of Kal'Dwain, his ramshackle of a library comforted him. Even the specks of dust and the granules of cobblestone that sat along his tables and things, he felt safe. His "mother" had always been a harsh woman whom he sparsely talked about. A Hansetian maid, paid by Darius Irongut to take care of one of the many sons he didn't want. He was often left alone in what might be called a home, although it was never referred to as that. And even there, despite the awful treatment, he felt at home among the books. The room was charming, a torch to light reading in the night. The walls lined with books dedicated to Dungrimm, the Brathmordakin he was named for. As the Grand Merchant, his wealth was beyond what he expected and well beyond the size of Tuvyah, his chief rival. He had a family. Behind the walls of Holy Oren Empire, he found a friend in Godfrey. He and the Flay began a small rivalry. And for a moment, he was content. The dust along the books jumped as Dun looked to read more about his patron god. A dwarf raised by humans, longing to fit the bill of a dwarf. He continued to read more and more, the concept of "the final auction" enticed him. "Death will be the only time I'm content," he mumbled to himself as he placed the volume he was reading down onto the table. His chief partner in his later life, Raomir, had been a great man to till the fields. He was his greatest achievement and most of all, friend. His apprentice had done much, but when he remembered the frailty of human morality, he retreated, as he often did. Raomir passed away as Dun slept, Dun never hearing the news. He simply assumed after years had passed that his friend had been given to Dungrimm. The book thumped onto the wood, bits and pieces silently moving down onto ashen-stone flooring. In his final years of life, he had attempted to fix the kingdom he had finally become to call home. His mind warped by time, he he chose expedience over his clan and joined in the Frostbeard Revolution. Perhaps it was a mistake, perhaps not. He wouldn't live to see the end of it. The dust settled. Dun Irongut passed away in his sleep on a cold day, a content dwarf of old age. A traitor to his kingdom. And with no books.

*A note is pinned around the kingdoms, as well as the temple lands. It is neatly written and its letters sharply edged* There's a feeling that one gets when a crown is too heavy. A feeling that can only be described as what it is: a sickness. I've known many kings who could bear the weight of the crown, albeit with a heavy heart and a broken mind: Kjell the Mighty, Hiebe the Wisdomed, Balek the Stable... The sickness lives deep inside you. It comes quick and without warning. It comes with thoughts of rhetoric and thoughts of slander. Thoughts of power. Thoughts of hunger. These are the thoughts that sit upon the head of my second cousin, Skippy Irongut. He sits upon his throne, his wall, his towers and yells: "Kinslayer. Fool. Wretch." These words directed at me? His cousin? His brother-in-arms for hundreds of years? There is a sickness brewing in the mind of my dearest cousin. And I surely hope you do not catch it. Keep your ears open and don't forget what it means to rule. I hold a heavy heart and I expect the beardlings to bark back at me. And I do not hold them at fault for this. Only one. - Dun Irongut

=(Election Ballot of Urguan)=- Place an X next to the candidate of your choice. Your Name ((RP and MC)): blackhawk77g - Dun Irongut Race: Dwarf Kalion Grandaxe (Dashing_Knight) Lathros Irongrinder (Lathros) Verthaik Frostbeard (Kralek) xxx Skippy Irongut (Skippy369) Fili Grandaxe (Cpt_Noobman)

OOC Minecraft Name: blackhawk77g Timezone: PST Skype: Unused Anything you'd like us to know?: Meh. IC Name: Dun Irongut Age: 325 Race: Dwarf Gender: Male Alignments: Irongut Clan Skills: Writing, Cataloging, Organization, Advice. Anything you'd like us to know?: I'm quite old and tired. I'll keep your hall tidy until you return.

*Dun coughs his usual cough, smoking what's left of the Pipe Weed he stole from Petyr's stash in Asulon*

Name: Dun Irongut ((MC Name)): blackhawk77g Candidates: Hogarth Irongut ((Jordan1921)) xx Charles "The Bald" Ireheart ((Toto798)) Thelkan Grandaxe ((Goldrim)) Zahrer Irongrinder ((Josh3738))

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*A slow and well placed clap seems to come from just out of view*

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Application: Merchant MC name: blackhawk77g RP name: Dun Irongut Race: Dwarf