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Positioned at the forefront, Viktor Ludovar faces Blackwater when the King's command echoes through the air. Charging forward alongside comrades and allies, they ascend the walls, pursuing enemies attempting to escape through hidden tunnels. As the army regroups atop a hill away from Blackwater's tunnel entrance, a clash erupts outside the ruined castle walls, initiated by Veltez and its allies attempting to flank them. Amidst the ongoing battle, Viktor relentlessly fights, leaving a trail of slain or wounded foes in his wake. The Ludovar crest on his once-white tabard is now stained red with splattered blood. The conflict intensifies, culminating in a final push through Blackwater's breached walls, securing victory. In the aftermath, Viktor seeks out his uncle, Count Otto Ludovar, and embraces him, joined by his exhausted cousins. The collective weariness from the prolonged siege is palpable, but with the declaration of victory, a sense of relief permeates the air.

Sup bro, long time no see. Hope things are going well.

Viktor Ludovar dips his head toward Otto. "It shall be done, uncle," he declares as he exits the room and emerges around the corner. With a deep breath, he swallows hard, fully aware of the challenges awaiting his family and Kingdom. Proceeding to the courtyard, he issues commands to the Ludovars, preparing them for war and signaling the imminent march.

Lord Viktor Ludovar sits back at his desk as he hears of the approval by the moot. "Another job done in the act of diplomacy. Let this alliance continue to reign supreme in our time."

Has to be on the LOTC discord for us all to see.

Viktor Ludovar nods in approval of the eddict. "Good, took long enough for him to get there." he'd state before returning to his work as an Ambassador.

Agnar Grandaxe learns of the clan's resurgence and finds himself reminiscing about his days as a Stormhammer, a time when his grandfather, Kjellos Ireheart, had established the clan. "Seems Sigrun has decided to see himself into another clan. A clan close to the name of the former clan made by Kjellos, Stormhammer."

Agnar Grandaxe sits within his retirement home before an old Grandaxe appears informing him all that has transpired since he left. "A great shame." the dwarf laments. "Once, the Grand Kingdom and Norland shared a strong bond as unofficial allies, but now they are engulfed in great strife. The Grand Kingdom seems to be plagued by kinslaying and distressing rumors of dwarves committing slavery. Madness seems to have gripped the Grand Kingdom, and it saddens me deeply to hear our people being drawn into a war. A war started by my own son not knowing when there is a time and place to do his one of many grudges. Regardless, I can only hope that Garedyn steps forward to restore order and stability within the Grand Kingdom. Though time will tell."

"This sounds like slavery."

Torrhen Eiriksson remembers killing quite a lot of the Urguanites that showed up. Along with them hytailing away after losing yet another dwarf. Either way he was quite satisfied with all the gear he gained filled with Urguan equipment.

Torrhen Eiriksson stood triumphantly amidst his comrades, the aftermath of the battle spread out before them. The dwarven bodies lay strewn across the field, a testament to his fellow Norlanders valor and strength. With a sense of pride and fulfillment, Torrhen looked across the scene, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Again the path of vengeance for you, father, continues," Torrhen spoke quietly, his words carrying a mixture of sorrow and determination. "Iron from Ice... Iron. from. Ice."

Torrhen Eiriksson cheers in victory, whilst covered in dwarven blood. "Iron From Ice! Those dwarves shall pay for the death of my father!"

As Torrhen Eiriksson continued to practice on the training dummy, his mind was consumed with the shocking news he had just heard. The tight grip on his blade reflected the surge of emotions within him – grief, anger, and determination. He needed some time alone to process the information and channel his feelings into his training. The informant left him, giving him the solitude he sought. As the tears fell from his cheek, Torrhen wiped them away angrily, refusing to let sorrow weaken him. He was fueled by the desire for vengeance, vowing to avenge his father's death and make those responsible pay, even if it meant confronting the dwarves. With newfound determination, Torrhen went back to attacking the training dummy with ferocity. Each swing was a manifestation of his rage and commitment to his mission. He trained harder than ever before, honing his skills, and preparing himself mentally and physically for the battle ahead. "Don't worry father! You shall be avenged!"

Oh lord... Beserker axes as a potential return? Remember they were super OP last time.

Agnar Grandaxe lets out a sigh as he continued to take a swig from his ale, enjoying some peace and quiet within his clan hall as he read the missive. "Seems the whispers of what very well could happen upon my abdication is coming true. May Yemekar guide us all.."

"Halfling Empire of Aevos, when?" A random man would say upon reading the missive.

Torrhen Eiriksson cheers for the response, proudly "IRON FROM ICE! Keep it nice and simple, uncle!

Agnar Grandaxe lets out a soft sigh hearing the term war and Bakir in the same breath. It seems Bakir has a thing for starting wars. War and chaos. But if we look back into his reign it led us to stagnation and division. Perhaps Garedyn should focus on getting the promises he made to the Grand Kingdom rather than listening to him and starting wars that the Kingdom does not wish to have. Now I understand my son, Bakir, lost a hand due to him comitting a crime in another nation. Grudge or not on the Vale, there is a time and place. Yet I digress, as there is always a way to resolve things without conflict being held. That is something I learned through many of the former Grand Kings back in my time. Though I must add this is giving me a Levian'Tol, Ulfric, and other reign flashbacks where Bakir got Urguan into a war.

Agnar Grandaxe nods upon reading the missive "Welcome to retirement."

The now former Grand King, Agnar Grandaxe, lofts a brow. "What's the point of a jester? and why a Lord Craftsman when you have the Yemekar's Pick."

And may the best dwarf win. Agnar Grandaxe, the now former Grand King, states.

"We did a lot together and let us 'ope d'ose after us do d'e same." Agnar Grandaxe nods upon hearing the news.

"The Irony." Agnar states remembering the stagnation that was created due to Bakir's idleness

A Grand King’s Abdication It has been 27 years since I was crowned to be your Grand King. And within my tenure, we have foreseen great progress compared to the previous ruler, and with that much of the mess left behind repaired. Under my rule, we were able to make great strides in repairing the dwarven divide created by the previous administration. We were even capable of repairing many of the disrepaired relations with other nations, by resigning an overly expired alliance along with making new ones. And with those new ones, we were able to make great trade with other nations which helped us to double our treasury from what it was once I was elected. Not only this, but I was capable of keeping the promises of establishing a Hefrumm treasury, change within our King’s Council, reforms made within the voting system of our Grand Council, and above all else.. a reign of peace. One we have not held in a century. But as we have now arrived in our new city, Kal’Kadrelaz, one that has sparked some open criticism. And despite many mistruths that were recently expressed, a point was justly made. That point being, it is time for us to elect a new Grand King. Now more than ever, we need a new Grand King, one that can lead our nation in increasing our treasury once more, one that’ll bring our people even closer together in the name of Yemekar and bring forth new ideas to our Grand Kingdom. So with that, I am on this day, hereby announcing my full abdication as your Grand King. And as many of the Clan Lords have been informed by the Grand Chancellor, the nomination for Regent shall take place the next stone day by the time most meetings are held. And with that nominations for Grand King. Per my last request, I’d like to ask that the Clan Lords and whoever is made Regent, hold the election the following stone day after nominations, so that allows the appropriate time to properly have a system that will be fair for all the candidates involved. With that being said, I thank you all for granting me this opportunity to serve as your Grand King. As it was the greatest honor any dwarf could’ve asked for. Narvok oz Urguan! Agnar Grandaxe 35th Grand King of Urguan 106 S.A to 132 S.A 27 years

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