Lefty

Igor wonders how these posters were made ((Holy **** how'd you make those, and thanks for all the support Katia))

Your Name: ((MC Name)): The candidates: Igor Ireheart ((Lefty_Bojengles)) X Dominic Irongut ((Doom6153)) Dizzy Irongrinder ((Dizzy771)) *Igor returns early from his pilgrimage to find out he has been nominated for king, he gasps and votes for himself then says he will do a speech later when he has the time*

Igor votes for Wulfric

I will not join the brotherhood - Igor

*Igor agrees with Telchar*

*Igor laughs while on his pilgrimage*

Name: Igor Ireheart Place an X besides the candidate for Yemekars Pick that you wish to vote for: -Bael Tunnelsmasher X -Rona Ironsail Place an X besides the name of the candidate for Grand Merchant that you wish to vote for: -Lathros Ironbeard -Farenhal Takir -Thorik Grandaxe X ((Also, I know it won't make a difference but knock one vote off Bael as he used his alt "Adarl Tunnelsmasher" or "Ja_mes_K" to add to his votes))

112. We are by far the best PvP'ers

Accepted, talk to me on TS or find me in rolep-... **** wait I'm on holidays, lewl find Roggface or Draco

((Yeah do a tournament when I'm not there because you know I'll win))

*Somewhere on his pilgrimage Igor begins to think for a moment* "Hmm, ah wondah w'ot 'appened wit' t'ose Starbreakah's w'o wer' foitin' wit' Morgrim.... Ah say it ain' good, 'owevah ah 'ave fate in teh entoire dwarven race teh end t'is bickerin', fer if teh dwarves split, all t'ose Kingdoms w'o are "oh so loyal" will eventuallah want teh split aswell.... Nae point in 'avin' a Gran' Kin'dom if ye cannae even keep it.... Hrmm...." *Igor continues his pilgrimage thinking about his family, the Irehearts and the Stormhammers.*

Igor stands outside the gates of Kal'Azgoth looking off into the distance, the cold winter snow against his face, the only thing on his mind is to find forgiveness. He begins wandering through the harsh dwarven mountains, climbing the steep hills and pushing his way through the thick snow Igor looks back behind himself after getting a considerable distance away from Kal'Azgoth, realizing he can't turn back and must complete his journey through the harsh dwarven mountains, to find forgiveness and absolution, to finally be at peace in mind Igor turns his head back around and looks forward, continuing his journey, it will be years before he returns. ((OOC)) ((Hey guys I'm just posting this IC reason for an absence I will partaking in, I am going on vacation to Italy and will not be back home until next month, hopefully I might be able to get on the forums from time to time but I won't actually be able to get on to Minecraft, so yeah, bye!)) ((P.S: Roggar is temporary clan father and Wulfric /can/ be temporary lieutenant until I return))

*Igor walks over to the poster and pins a note to it* "Ye beh a dwarf? Tehn w'y dun't ye assist yer Kingdom and join teh Dwarven legion! Ye git' good pay, armour, food, a bunk, storage n' all teh ale ye can drink!" http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/89652-legion-manifest-information-thread/

*Igor walks into the clan hall and hangs a piece of paper on the notice board, the note says* "Tehre beh a meetin' ov' teh Eldah's teday, weh beh discussin' some topics 'bou' teh clan in teh near future, ah expect all teh eldah's teh attend" ((OOC)) ((The meeting is at 8pm GMT and 3pm EST, all Stormhammers and Irehearts are welcome however only the elders are /needed/))

*Igor laughs as this won't end well for Savoie.*

*Borus Lenblade, father in law of Gideon Silverblade, hears news of his recent departure from this world. Borus sheds a tear, remembering the good times he has had with Gideon, he departures his home to go find his daughter Ember so he can console with her, and to meet his grandchildren.* ((OOC)) ((Bye Burk, I had a blast RP'ing with you and will definitely miss you, I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.))

*Igor wakes up seeing Gronkk holding him in his arms, he wonders what the heck happened and gets out of Gronkk's arms, only to see many prostitutes and wenches laying on the floor passed out, he looks at Gronkk again, grinning, getting some memory of what happened with the women.*

"Knuw, ah'm nae sure 'ow dumb yeh are, but deh next toime ye call meh dumb ah will 'ave ye locked up in teh cells, ye dolt"

*Dwarves begin gathering around the keep in Kal'Azgoth, a sturdy dwarf stands in front of the crowd reading from a parchment created by the Grand King and his Lords* By decree of Grand King Thorin Grandaxe, the first of his name, ruler of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, and the ruler of the Kingdoms of Salvus and Adunia, it is decreed that all Dwarves regardless of any circumstances are to return to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan and the their city of Kal’Azgoth. Since the beginning of Anthos our kind has been scattered across the realm, some abandoning the ways of Urguan, living among human hovels or Elven trees. In light of this blight the Grand King in his wisdom has decided to recall the Dwarves across the realm to our kinds homeland. So that they may live with our kin. But be warned, for those who ignore this call cannot call themselves true sons of Urguan. Henceforth they shall be seen as heretics and abominations, to be hunted down and killed. Their very existence is a grievance to the gods unless they repent their ways and return to the home of the Dwarves. Any nation caught harboring these rogue Dwarves will have hostile action taken upon them, be warned that harboring these Dwarves will not be taken kindly in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. *Heralds are sent across the land bringing news to all about this new declaration*

I fully support this suggestion and I am willing to do the eating if so necessary.

*Igor takes a look at the invitation and looks towards his clan members* "Ah fink weh s'ould guh teh t'is, dwarven weddin's nae 'appen of'en"

"Ah made n' alliance wit' both teh Irongrindah's n' teh Thundahfists, suh as t'ey are both mergin' ah wish teh keep teh alliance, know yer facts Olaf."

*Igor chuckles as he see's the two naval soldiers, knowing thats half of the navy, knowing the other three are Telchar, Oisin and Rohm, five in total, an amazing navy in his eyes.*

"'er move teh Brom'Krah, it beh a citeh wit' large farms n' a port intu a lake n' teh ocean, ye could duh nearleh teh same wit' it."

*Igor hears of this and realizes the dwarves will be contacted by one of the sides to help.*