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Docking the ship into the safety of the Azagoth Harbour Telchar walks off board as his crew drop anchor and tie the ship to the docks. Spying one of the posters he laughs loudly before screwing it up and tossing it behind him onto the deck of the recovered ship.

Rply my fortress (Azagoth Harbour) produces troops as it is the home of the Dwarven Armada, one half of the Dwarven military structure so not sure why it cannot produce soldiers according to that thread? I agree on the lack of food production though.

*A cloaked Dwarf detaches himself from the back of the crowd as it begins to seperate. Hurrying down the tunnel to the office of the Lord Admiral he knocks sharply and delivers the news to Telchar* Stroking his beard, Telchar turns to the guard after a moment of silence "Close t'e gates un man t'e 'arpoon launcher. Nae may a single resident ov dis rebel town enter into t'e port. We are now t'e front line an not by choice." He sits back into his chair and begins composing a letter to the King.

Clan Azaghul- Loyalist

((Nope cant handle the pressure im quitting))

Signed Telchar Azaghul

*A member of the Dwarven Navy is present in the crowd. Upon hearing the news he rushes to the Oren docks where Telchar is talking business. Delivering the news a hint of sadness is seen within his smile* "Hm so the threat t'e me tradin' route is dead and t'e man w'o dishonored me wiv it. We must get to work fer time is once more on our side. I admit t'ough 'e was a crafty wun and gave me a good challenge. Get 'old ov dat crate and follow me, let us show our respects to t'e fallen fat man before our real works begins.

Signed' Telchar Azaghul

*A member of the Dwarven Navy attaches a note to the side of the poster and walks off* A Message to the Oren Navy Although we could not reach the actual island due to the dangers presented by the rapids and rocksour scouts were able to study enough of the island by telecope to determine that no visible or obvious signs of piracy was taking place. Any possible piracy that may be taking place can only be that of an individual nature and not an island wide issue. Thus the Dwarven Armada will not be taking action nor will it be wasting resources on the island when more realistic threats still sail the seas. Lord Telchar Azaghul Admiral of the Dwarven Armada

Nayme: Lord Telchar Azaghul ((Ign:Lord troopermatthew)) Rank: Admiral of the Dwarven Armada Naveh er Legiun?: Navy I am a lord by the way.

I have to admit I find the new mining system very dull. Not in terms of a lack of risk but more due to the lack of actually being able to really mine. Its just a case of walking around a prebuilt tunnel looking around for an ore and and then mining that ore. No excitement of unexpected veins of 9 ores or hitting unexpected caves and water features. No tunneling or group mining. I hope the blocks you can actually mine in the future isnt limited to simply ores as well and that some of the ores are at least hidden because right now its like a treasure hunt where someone forgot to hide any of the treasure.

*Telchar studies the sketches and mutters to himself* Aye it be a fleet but one me Armada would 'ave no trouble wiv. Aint seein' no evidence ov piracy t'ough...pre'aps I be sendin' a scout ov me own instead ov trustin' some 'uman captain wiv less Naval years under is belt t'an me lowest grunt. *Scratching his chin he wanders off to Kal'Azgoth to speak with the King*

*The now familiar sight of Telchar Azaghul standing at the top of the Dwarven stairs with a parchment in hand repeats itself today as a crowd gathers and he begins to speak* "My fellow Dwarves un friends frum other lands. First must I be explainin' t'e disappearance and absence ov our Lord 'un Gran' Marshall Kjell Stormhammer w'o upon sheddin' 'is armour and titles took up his axe and 'eaded to t'e frozen wastes ov t'e North t'e fight and remove t'e drake threat. As 'older ov both Gran' Marshall un Lord 'e suggested a successor dat after swearin' a blood oath we be proud t'e present un announce as Dreek Stormhammer! Dreek 'as proven 'imself on t'e field ov battle as a Commander un is an 'onourable addition t'e t'e Lords council. May ye all give 'im a cheer un an 'and!" *Smiling and nodding he turns and leaves*

*Telchar once more returns to the hall* Ahem after discussions t'e warrent on Goldman 'as been temporary removed but 'is company and 'imself is still barred frum entering Dwarven lands and t'e seizure ov 'is stores un property still stands. Dats all. *Looking around awkwardly, he coughs and walks off*

*Lord Telchar rushes from Kings castle, clearly pleased with himself he climbs onto one of the merchant stands and unrolls a parchment* An announcement from our King T'orin, King under t'e mountain regardin' Goldman Co un its leader Toveah Goldman. Firstly Toveah Goldman is now a wanted criminal on Dwarven Lands. Any member of our nation dat see's 'im is t'e report 'it to a member ov t'e Legion. T'e crimes 'e be charged ov is t'e following *Telchar pauses before listing* Betrayal ov t'e Human-dwarf treaty, Threatenin' ov t'e blood pact, attempted assassination ov t'e High Princess ov Malinor, t;e murder ov Dwarves on Dwarven land and dishonour ov one of t'e nations Lords. Furthermore effective IMMEDIATELY all Goldman Co. property in Dwarven lands and any stock found on these premises will be seized by the Dwarven Nation. T'e Dwarven Nation wishes t'e send a message t'e Goldman dat no one gets away wit' such crimes and none can outrun t'e Dwarves. I meself will be leadin' a force t'e hunt ye down 'un bring ye t'e justice no matter w'at 'ole ye 'ide in. *Telchar nods and motions to a Legionnaire. He dumps a pile of posters that are to distributed across the dwarven lands* WANTED: TOVEAH GOLDMAN ((A picture of Goldman)) For the Crimes of Betrayal of the Human-dwarf treaty, Threatening the blood pact, attempted assassination of the High Princess of Malinor, the murder of Dwarves on Dwarven land and dishonour of one of the nations Lords. HIGHLY DANGEROUS AND USUALLY SURROUNDED BY MANY GUARDS APPROACH WITH CAUTION

*Telchar reads the poster and assumes Kjell means the "Azagoth" class not the "Azaghal" class. He gets every able bodied dockworker to finish carving out the dry dock as he day dreams about a class of ships named after his family...*

*The Hold of Kal'Azgoth is filled with chatter as Dwarves and diplomats from the leading races of Anthos gather. They crowd around the steps of the Holds main stairs. Newly appointed Lord Telchar Azaghul appears at the top of the stairs with a large parchment in hand. He begins to read* "By order of King Thorin Grandaxe of the Kingdom of Urguan . King under the Mountain. T'e following nations are hereby invited to 'is official corination in one elven days time. *He pauses to scan the crowds before continuing* Our Loyal allies t'e Kingdoms ov Salvas u'n Oren. May they feel welcome above all others. Dat includes t'e nations under dere rule. Next an invitation to t'e Kharajyr whose wise leaders 'un brave warriors have stood alongside King T'orin in battles past. May our nations never part. A special invitation goes out to t'e citizens ov t'e Vale. A people most valued and close to our own. If ye can gain safe passage den our Halls are open to ye dis day. Un finally an invitation to t'e Elves ov Malinor. Our races 'av 'ad troubles in our past but may dis be a new start to our nations future 'un a mending ov our relations. *A final pause as he watches the reaction of the crowd so far. Noting the shock of the Elven announcement* May ye all arrive fer w'en t'e moon begins her rise and a reminder frum t'e King dat it will be a day ov celebrations and good will. Any violence between ye lot will be most disrespectful to our new King. Oh an ov course tributes be most welcome t'e show yer appreciation! fer t'e glory ov King T'orin! *He smiles, packs away his scroll and goes behind the stairs once more.* ((OOC: The coronation will be at Wednesday 10:30GMT at the Kings Throne room.))

Telchar simply nods in approval knowing what this news will bring to himself and his family.

Name: Telchar Azaghul Place an X besides the name of the candidate you wish to vote for: - Thorin Grandaxe X - Dreek Stormhammer - Davern Frostbeard (ooc)

*Working far below Telchar pauses for a moment. Looking up he sees smoke rising from Stormpeak and the smell of death on the air...

Telchar finishes his and hands it over.

Telchar leans in the corner and shouts out "Dis be a disturbin' rise ov power im spyin' from over yere. Lord, a private military and whut next? 'is own 'old eh? Dis aint gunna end well I reckon".