doom6153

I have found Fulgrim's Pick!!! Victory for the dwarfs!!!!

((MUAHHAHAHA I have a copy too. Good book. pretty cover page))

*Several young dwarfs in simple robes run about handing out sealed letters to the dwarven populous. The letter is sealed with the Archbishop's seal. Upon opening the letter you see it is personally written in the Archbishop's own hand on rich paper. It reads...* "Dear ((Input your name)), I humbly write to you for aid. The library of the Kirkja Dverga are scarce and many dwarfs hunger for blessed knowledge. How do you factor in you may ask? Well you are a dwarf! You pray to the Brathmordakin, you have great ancestors, you have old dusty tomes. I ask that you consult with your kin and continue to pray and bring the great tales of Paragons and The High Dwarfs to the Clergy. For a good true story De Kirkja Dverga is willing to pay the sum of 500 minas to you as repayment for your devotion. Sincerely, Achbishop Dominic Irongut ((Basically the Clergy lacks very many stories and things about our Paragons and Gods and my creativity only goes so far. So I'm extending to the community the chance to band together in groups and clan, or as individuals to write stories for their favorite god or gods as well as their beloved ancestor Paragons. This is a chance to show off your writing skills and devotion, as well as earn a few minas. Good luck, have fun, and the Brathmordakin guide you.))

Alright so first of I too have a forest dwarf druid but he's really old and has memory problem and things. He goes by Stoneoak and lives in Barbek. And Secondly all Treebeards and basically Forest Dwarfs are technically Ironguts. Thirdly Crackerjack just played a Forest dwarf married to our himself who was as "forest dwarf" and we should all burn the memory of that clan from our minds forever. So in summary crusher you can be a Treebeard or some other made up clan name and live anywhere but in the Dwarven Capital and possible Oren now that the war is on as there are no defined clans other than Treebeards and they don't like it in Azgoth and we don't like them there either.

Welcum lad! Com fiond me and I'll get ye a place te liove. ((Sorry it took so long. I was away on vacation))

Signed, Dominic Irongut

*The sounds of music drift through the halls of Kal’Azgoth from the Temple of the Brathmordakin and over the crowds of people as the bustled together into the Temple. Runners had been sent to all the holds and villages to gather the faithful for the Archbishops sermon, so many people were in attendance. As the swarming mass entered the temple they gazed upwards into the dimness of the high roof as fireworks flew and exploded illuminating the intricate carvings long hidden in shadow with a multitude of colors. The crowd then settled into the stone pew, of which many more than normal had been added. Many still were forced to stand. As the fireworks stopped shooting and the music died down, the crowd grew silent and turned to see Archbishop Dominic Irongut move into the temple flanked by a retinue of Fanatics and Justicars in their formal gilded armor as well as a single Inquisitor in his black armor and iron mask, as well as a group of Kirkja Dverga members. As he takes his place on his alter the crowd claps and cheers before returning to silence at his motion. He then begins his sermons-* ((Simplifed)) “We find ourselves in dark times! War is upon us! But! Do not fear, for our cause is the righteous one. We are fighting against Khorvad! Against Iblees! We are fighting for freedom, not only for ourselves but for the elves and the halflings. And for the humans themselves as well. I have communed with the Brathmordakin. Yemekar has spoken to me! He said, “Free them! Free your fellow kin. Free my creations from the clutches of Khorvad. Banish him once more into the Nether. Free the world once again.” * He motions at the stone heads all around the Temple and then at the crowd* “They have tasked us with a blessed task and we must not waver in our resolve. Emperor Horen has shown his true face. He now open calls himself the Black Dragon. Openly admits his true self. Long has he allowed his minions to harass us, even under a binding holy blood pact. He even allowed them to kill one of our beloved Lords! He has conquered the once free and still noble elves: Conquered the peaceful and kind halfings, our kin. He has enslaved them all, even his own people! *He points through the dim temple to the face of Urguan* “I too have spoken with our Father, Urguan. He said to me, “Dominic, you must speak with your kin. Tell them of the horrors of Khorvad. Tell them they must fight. Advise Thorin. Defeate Khorvad. Protect my Empire.” So we must! For we have been tasked not only by the Brathmordakin but by the highest and most blessed Paragon, our father Urguan, the perfect creation of Yemekar. We must not balk, we must not cower. WE MUST FIGHT!! And so we shall. Khorvad is the darkest being known to us. We must banish him! He is the patron of dragons, bringer of disease, maker of chaos, and lord of necromancy. He will burn our town, defile our dead with undeath, and destroy the world. This can never be allowed to happen. Go now. Go from this hall. Seek those who would aid us in our most holiest and noble of endeavors. Hamper those who would resist us. Go now. Gather your arms and armor. Train for the day we will need you to fight. And do not waiver in your resolve for we will need you. Go now. Thamar velek oz Kazak. Brathmordakin akhoral nar ghoran thamar. Thorok Lakh. We march to war. Brathmordakin guide and aid us. Good Day.” *The music starts up again as the Sermon ends. The Archbishop and his guards and priest stay to give blessings and speak with the attendants as the file out.”

*Dom signs and passing it on.* ~Dominic Irongut

"No one expects De Rhadev Dverga" ~Dominic Irongut

Welcom tu de Krikja Derva Gili

((This is an old thread. Please refer to the Initiate application on the new thread here

Welcom tu de Order Dizzy

Dominic Irongut

*Rises from his chair as he is called to speak* ((Simplified)) "I was the engineer. While I cannot say the blame lies entirely with Dreek. He was a large member in the group that stated that the fort was an orc fort and the likely one who said it was most of the group was busy killing and skinning and orc. It was only after the first shot was fired that I was informed that the closely placed forts were not together and that the one I was told to fire upon was in fact a human fort, which Roggar was quick to clarify after the fact unfortunately."

* Allister walks up to the notice and takes it down having joined the Rangers. Tucking the note in his pocket he walks away meandering off into the distance with a fresh picked rose held to his face.*

Dominic Irongut

Welcome tu de order Zahrer!

MC Name: doom6153 RP Name: Archbishop Lord Clan Father Dominic Irongut Rank: Stoneguard Anything the officers need to know ((Inactive times, reason for inactivity, etc.)) : ((Ill be gone for a week at the end of this month))

*A note is written in smuggy charcoal on grubby old torn piece of low quality paper. As it flutters in the wind it appears the note is written on an advertisement for a place called "Gritty Jim's Pub and Funhouse" whatever that is. The note is written in a smuggy uneven script that shows that inability of the write and possible because of his young age. It reads* "I am a boy of sixteen, set out from home in search of a new life. I have few skills beyond week pulling, firewood splinting, fence mending, and cooking poorly,simple farmhouse skills, but I wish to learn. If anyone is looking for perhaps an apprentice or a soldier, maybe a guard, I am looking for stable work to learn skills or a trade." ~Alister Fairweather

*Dom signs his name and many titles* ~Archbishop Lord Clan Father Dominic Irongut

Welcome tu de Clergy lad!

*smiles and signs the documents for what he believes is best 1,3,4,5*

*chuckles and passes the paper along unsigned*

((Then latter it is.I eagerly await this interesting rp but I know Farren will appreciate us waiting to include us. Sorry for the inconvenience.))

*slams his fist on the table with great force spilling his ale and ink. He raises his voice.* Dunae! Tell! Me! Wut! Tu! Du! You will give me a damn guys reason nae just we need moar powa and lets put de king on a leash lioke a pet because it sounds delioteful! A real feckin reason! *He slams his fist down again* "Den Ah shall consider siognin dis pappa" *grunt and rights his mug and ink calling for a servant to come clean it up and fill his ale. When this is done he he drinks deeply from his ale.*