Daisy

Denied, I gave you 24 hours to fix the errors and you did not. Your definitions are a little off, or unclear. Please read up on the correct definitions on our wiki, but do not copy/paste. You may re-apply in 24 hours.

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Your application has been denied for the following reasons: The cities referenced in your application were in Aegis, which we abandoned about 100 years ago, which conflicts with your age. You weakness is not a weakness. We are all weak to poison... that's why it' poisonous :/ Your biography is extremely short and undetailed, please expand upon it You may re-apply in 24 hours.

Welcome to the server! Your application will be moved to Accepted Applications until a moderator gets the chance to white list you. After that your application will be moved to Implemented Applications. Please take a look at the New Player Guide if you haven't read it over. Also, take a look at the Dwarven Language. Although only a few words are commonly used in game, make sure you understand the accent and know how to sue it. Also, it is recommended (but not necessary) that as a dwarf you are part of a Clan from the server's lore. Information on clans can be found here.

*Notes Fimlin forgot Onar's three sons, Fargen, Grunmundwingimdukr, Grognar.

*Lord Onar hears word of the correspondence* Remembered lads, if ye try any sort ov merge, ye best be asking the lords first.

Notes that his name is wrong on both spots, as he is an Ireheart. Also, link new articles thread.

I nominate borgtrek7

*Lord Onar Ireheart goes through the pile of blank ballots, crossing off his name on each. He looks to Zahrer.* "Ah nae ben runnin aneh more." *Then fills in a ballot.*

"Ah dah Orcas foinalleh 'ave a leader, 'ow quaint."

Also, I have a larger beard with mpm, but it doesn't show up here.

"Ah nominate mahself, Lord Onar Ire'eart fer King. May Anbellah guide meh t'rough dis campaign."

The King had not been seen in days. Onar became worried, he know not what to do. In a midst of hope, he went to the mountains. Perhaps Yemekar could give him guidance. As he walked into the shrine of Yemekar, he saw it. Resting on top of the shrine stood the Holy Chicken. He looked at it in all it's glory, unable to believe his eyes. "Could this be a sign?" he though, "A gift perhaps?" He noticed that the Holy Chicken had made a small nest, and circumferencing it, the Grand King's crown. "By Yemekar's beard..." Onar said under his breath. He began searching around the shrine, looking for any other sign. Just on top of the snow, there he saw it, a small piece of orange fabric. He rushed to it and began digging, only finding horror. As he fell to his knees, there he was. His best friend, his teacher, his King. As he rose from the ground, the frozen, lifeless body in his arms, he looked back to the Holy Chicken. "He did this for you..." he said, with a cold, yet astonished voice. Onar then lowered the body to the ground in front of the anvil, close to where it was at rest. He reached up and gently grabbed the bird, and put it next to the King. As he grabbed the crown, he began to shake, as a single tear rolled down his cheek. "No, I must do this... for him." He then placed the crown firmly on the King's head, and picked him up once again. As he walked down the mountain, the Holy Chicken followed. Slowly and dreadfully did he walk, into the Grand Halls of Kal'Ithrun. The Holy Chicken followed no longer, but had diverged along the path to where it shall call home. As Onar's boots clanked along the stone floors, the city became silent. Only the sound of his movement could be heard as a crowd gathered around, following him. He went back into the clergy, having a guard lock and close the gate behind him. He carried him to where he would rest, until a funeral was in order. He then returned to the crowd outside the clergy. He walked past them, without saying a word. He went to the tavern, and took a seat. "You shall not be forgotten, friend," he said, as he downed his first drink of ale.

(OOC)Minecraft Username: Kowaman (IC)Name: Lord Onar Ireheart

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*After making his previous comment, he looks at Kjell, who is clearly in shock from it and has not responded.* "Actualleh, ah take dat back. Dis nae beh ah bad idea, 'nd if properleh done, could beh implemented wifout much change." "Ye 'ave mah support on yer ideas, but 'ov course deh need tah beh adjusted tah fit with dah articles, ah see a few flaws with them alreadeh." *Pauses for a moment to listen to Wulfgar.* "Ah, yes dat amendment, almost forgot about it Wulfgar. It should beh brought up again." *Then takes one more look over them, then goes of to his study.*

They don't follow raid rules for us, so I suppose the same goes for them.

"Grandfat'a, 'ave ye gone stark?"

*would also assist in knocking out the stark dwarf and locking him up in Kal'Ithrun, then tearing down any poster the stark dwarf put up*

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