Kralek

Ulric Lothorn finishes reading the document before placing it down, gazing over to the small couch that fits snugly within the first floor of his home among the denizens of Brelus, he turns to his family and friends that live among him and states, "Is it not this very bed that I tended to a Felsen woman who these so called vessels of Orenian and human virtues attempted to not only burn a woman, but also crucify her? What was her crime? An accusation of of being an assassin with no evidence. Yet there was no trial, no mercy, no confession or forgiveness. All that was left for this poor, young girl was cruelty and injustice. It was the Adrian 'horde of dogs' who came to release this girl from her hell. The hell that is the Savoyard plague that I have plainly seen on multiple accounts. I swore myself, my family, and my band of followers to Lord Siguine and our late Lord Sarkozic, Creator bless his soul, not for material gain. For if I wanted material gain I would surely have gone to the Savoyard Oren who, at whim, hands out materialistic gains to their dogs. I swore my life to the honorable Lord Siguine because I saw a noble Lord who wished best for his people and humanity. I saw a people enslaved by a King who did not know his own people's plight and hides behind his palace walls feasting, sending his 'dogs' out to do his work for him. Lord Siguine leads his men to battle and commands us with the temperance of a true Lord of men. Let those who mean to slander this great people do it with true evidence, but not with bias and malicious libel meant to discredit good people. The Creator sent humanity upon this world united as one people, yet it was this Konigsreich that sought to split the Creator's people and use foreign races to their own sinful ends of greediness. Using them in an attempt to split our church and great people and to slaughter their own kind. These Orenians even stoop so low as to use men of the faith to assassinate those we swore to defend. These people seek to exterminate a culture of humanity, when the Creator has made us all in the same light, none lesser than any other. The Adrian cries are not to murder and genocide, but for a righteous and just ruler ship."

I) Full legal name: [] Bob the Armorstand Gender: [] N/A Place of birth: [] Salvus Age (precise is best, but approximate is accepted): [] N/A ((-Skype name (If you do not have Skype, that's unfortunate. We want to keep organised, and as a community - so, now's the time to make that move. http://www.skype.com...e-for-computer/): [] Kralek5 II) Choose, one of the following, as your dominant sect (by placing an ‘X’ in the appropriate your response). Then, to those it’d concern, indicate (with ‘V’) your interests regarding other, non-dominant sects. Industrious sect: of the sciences, mechanics and labour. [ ] Mercantile sect: of trade, Valaise and wealth. [ ] Military sect: of defenses, law enforcement, and arms. [ ] Cultured sect: of arts, dramatic, literature or music. [ X ] III) The following questions are to be answered by either ‘Ye’ or ‘Nay’. Do you pledge that your sole residence and Citizenship shall only be Salvian, upon completing this application? [] Yes Do you show willingness to pay consistently as a tenant of Government property (that be, once a year)? [] Yes Do you recognize that all non-neutral ties with other must be severed upon being of the neutral Republic of Salvus? [] Yes Do you acknowledge that you are to be involved with Salvian Conscription, as any other Citizen, for a minimum eight year term? Yes

6 PM Est is fine with me. Is everything in order then?

Looks like a good idea Niccum, I like the idea and it does make more sense to go through the forest in order to march upon the capital. It makes more sense than marching randomly through the valley. Only thing we would have to situate would be the borders of the skirmish. How far troops are allowed to move and where would the point of retreat be. I'd also like Skippy to put out some more ideas on the matter, especially regarding your posts, since he's the nation leader.

As I stated in my previous post, I have agreed to no one-day alts.

I agree to the terms of no "one-day alt", but keep in mind that players may join in between now and the period of this warclaim. I will not deny those people the right join the fight.

The Revolution Begins Verthaik Frostbeard adjusts the crown sitting atop his head, thinking to himself how he would have to accustom himself to the new weight that floated above him. He looks to the outside of the hold that stands in front of him, he slowly begins to step forward, his right hand gliding upon the fine dwarven stonework of the keep. A breeze of cold air blows through his long black beard and across his face, his face unrelenting and stern as he continues to march forward. Around him stand the ominous and powerful Kazulran mountains, named for their ancient ancestor and founder of his great clan. He looks to his right and nods to Magnus Blackfist and then to his left to nod at Vorstag Ireheart and comes to a step before a balcony, peering over the edge onto the courtyard of Tal’Azwyr. Below him lie the Legion of Frost, Dungrimm’s Folk, The Blackfist Company, and the numerous other dwarves who rallied to the call of King Verthaik Frostbeard. A pause came as he glanced out over at them, inspecting them with a hard glance, unwavering in his stance. With the raise of his fist into the air the mass amounts of armored dwarves begin to smash their weapons against their shields in unison. Alongside came the chant from the mouths of the legions of dwarves, “THOTH KAVIR!!! THOTH KAVIR!!!” the echoes bungling through the mountains. Verthaik lowered his clenched fist and the legions stopped the noise, once more standing at attention. A moment more passed before Verthaik’s beard spread and his mouth moved to form words, his rough voice filling the ears of those standing before him. “Todeh weh march! Weh march fer nay onleh gloreh o’ battle, bu’ fer ah hoigheh purpose! T’ere beh t’ose who call us traitehs, oathbreakehs, an’ kinslayers. Weh know w’ot weh foight fer. Weh foight fer change.!Change from the corrupt governmen’ t’at wastes aweh upon the obsidian t’rone. Weh foight fer freedom! Freedom from t’ose w’o seek to keep us down w’en it is weh w’o shall put t’em down. Weh foight fer hope! Hope t’at ‘un day weh moight have a kingdom ruled by true Dwedmar. T’os w’o seek to betteh the kingdom at all costs an’ represent it cordially.” Verthaik pauses to gaze across at the men that stand before him, staring some in the eye as he continues his speech “Ah say nay! Nay to Skippeh! Skippeh is nay meh king. Neveh shall ah bow to ah oaf king nor shall ah stan’ wit’ breath in meh lungs an’ alleh him to beh yer king. Yeh ‘ave all followed meh an’ meh king t’is day to foight t’ose t’at mus’ beh stopped before our Gran’ Kingdom is stopped. W’en weh alleh t’ose w’o ar’ weak, cowardleh, an’ pat’etic to rule our great people is w’en weh ‘alt to be Dwed. True Dwed!" “Weh moight beh goin’ out to foight kin, otheh dwed, clansmen, bu’ t’ey beh Dwed who stan’ in our way fer t’is great revolution! It pains meh to ‘ave to foigh t’ose ah once fought besoide an’ commanded mehself bu’ harsh toimes call fer harsh actions. Ah call upon all yeh todeh to put aweh t’ose feelin’s an’ do w’ot must beh done. Weh must correct the wrongs. Foight fer justice an’ honor. Todeh weh ar’ revolutionarehs, seekin’ to make greatness! Tomorrow weh ar’ victors, claimin’ our t’rone an’ makin’ greatness fer our Gran’ Kingdom! Yemekah wills our victoreh an’ shall guide us onto these paths. Dungrimm shall guide us in battle an’ smoile upon us!” With another raised fist the Legions of dwarves begin to smash their weapons against their shields once more, the warshouts growing ever stronger as they boom throughout the mountain ranges. “THOTH KAVIR!!! THOTH KAVIR!!!” As he lowers his fist down to his side, he turns and dawns a finely crafted battlehelm. As he makes his way to the front of the host, Vorstag begins to give orders for the Legions to begin their march. They right face and begin to file out en masse from the gates of Tal’Azwyr, their King in lead to guide them onto battle. Type of Battle: Skirmish Date and time: Friday August 7th at 4:00 PM EST Location: The Dwarven valley Terms of victory – Attackers: The forces of Skippy are killed or pushed from the valley, either to to the Capital or outside the valley. Defenders: The forces of Verthaik are killed or pushed from the valley. Rewards – Attackers: The right to siege the capital Defenders: The right to siege either Kal’Krest or Tal’Azwyr Rules -Server Rules -No fake statuses -No returning to battle -Tnt disabled - No Potions/Drinks/Gapples

Wladyslaw wonders how Good King Francis then managed to only rule for three saint days, making mistake after mistake. He chuckles and trots off.

The Mountain Monarchy Based in the high peaks of the Kazulran mountains in the stronghold of Tal’Azwyr, The Mountain Monarchy stands strong against the oaf king. King in the Mountain The King of The Mountain Monarchy rules within Tal’Azwyr, defying the rule of the oaf king King Verthaik Frostbeard Council The council acts as the hands of the king, aiding him in ruling the Kingdom. -Lord Steward- Manages all that is money and organization of land and residency within the Kingdom Dun Irongut -Lord Chancellor- Head of diplomacy in the name of the King. -Jarl of Kal’Krest- Magnus Blackfist -Lord Marshal- Leads the Kingdom in all matters of war and organization of the King’s army. Vorstag II Ireheart -Lord Advisor- The official advisor to the King Morug Blackfist -Lord Scribe- Writes all decrees and announcements made by the government of the Mountain Monarchy Sallann Frostbeard -Lord Councillors- Lord Councillors are voted in by the people to help advise the King in his ruling -empty- -empty- -empty- Holds Great holds lie scattered, but united, across the great Kingdom. Each one held by a Jarl who rules in the name of the King. -Tal’Azwyr- King in the Mountain Verthaik Frostbeard - Kal’Krest- Jarl Magnus Blackfist

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Verthaik Frostbeard rests on his throne as he glares off to the noise and battle readying dwarves "Skippeh shall nay beh meh King. Ah will nay ah allow ah bloodeh oaf teh ruin t'is great Kingdom. Too long 'ave ah sat as t'ey mocked meh an' slandered meh! Down wit' teh Slander King! Down wit' teh Oaf King! Narvok Oz Azwyrtrumm! Narvok Oz Urguan!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MuAGGZNfUkU Verthaik slowly begins to trudge up a set of wooden stairs, emerging on top of a large pedestal facing a crowd of dwarves squeezing into the Dwarven capital of Kal’Akash. He pivots to face the growing crowd, his face with a solemn touch, quickly averting to one of sternness and confidence. A deep breath is taken and a pause filled with a scratch of his long, flowing black beard. His smooth blue eyes skim over the crowd and he opens his mouth with sanctity, a thick voice penetrating the ears of those listening. “T’ere have been maneh ah Kings! Weh have ‘ad our share o’ teh good ‘uns an’ teh bad ‘uns!” He pauses for a brief moment before continuing “Weh have ‘ad teh fortune o’ teh Brathmordakin in ah truleh Gran’ King w’o ‘as unfortunatleh passed on from us. May Dungrimm accep’ ‘im…’e w’os ah true Dwed. ‘E rebuilt our kingdom from it’s shattered pieces an’ made somet’in t’at ‘ad ‘ope. W’ot weh need now is ah true dwed t’at can folleh in Balek’s footsteps an’ lead teh Kingdom furtheh inteh ah greateh age. Ah lend ah ‘and to yeh, meh Dwedmar kinsmen, teh make ah broighteh future fer yerselves, yer kin, an’ yer familiehs!” Verthaik stares out to the crowd, beginning to pace back and forth as he speaks to them while moving his hands as he talks, “Teh Kingdom can beh ah frail t’ing, if given to teh wrong ‘ands. An meh ‘ands ‘ave been ‘arden an’ trained for t’is position by constan’ work an’ success towards t’is great Kingdom. As ah beardlin’ to t’is Kingdom, ah journeyed from meh los’ famileh. ‘Oldin meh dead motheh in meh arms she told meh o’ ah place w’ere Dwed live in numbehs an’ greatness. W’ere great Dwed craftehs, warriors, an’ buildehs ar’ ah plenteh. Ah made meh way to teh kingdom an’ found w’ot she ‘ad told meh. Ah great kingdom an’ ah greateh people. Stubborn, yet proideful. Fierce, yet friendleh. Short, bu’ great! Ah knew t’at t’is place would beh meh future an’ t’at alongsoide t’ese great people t’is kingdom woul’ create wondehs if lead by true Dwed. As ah soon learned, teh task woul’ nay beh an easeh ‘un, bu’ ah woul’ nay give up! Ah fought corruption to teh bes’ o’ meh abiliteh. Bein’ teh youngest Gran’ Marshal in Urguan’s existence ah revoived teh Legion an’ made ah foightin’ force t’at coul’ defend teh Kingdom from it’s enemehs. As teh last known Fros’beard ah revoived meh great clan to become ‘un o’ greatest ‘uns o’ its days. As ah poor an’ destitute Dwed to teh Kingdom ah became ‘un o’ teh richest ‘uns o’ teh entoire Kingdom. Ah managed to do t’ings othehs coul’ nay do. He pauses to glance over the crowd of dwarves, continuing his speech, “Ah shall nay forget t’ose w’o ‘ave stood by meh soide along teh way. Teh guide meh. Teh teach meh. Teh support meh. An’ teh aid meh. Teh great Dwedmar people ah speak o’ t’at stand before meh on t’is day. Loike Rhewen, meh gran’pappi, w’o supported meh an’ aided meh an’ makin’ meh clan w’ot i’ is todeh. Uldar an’ Jorik w’o assisted in revoivin’ teh Legion. Ognar w’o taught meh alon’ teh way. Meh brotheh Varuk w’o ‘as stood by meh soide. T’ese beh onleh ah few o’ teh Dwed whom ah speak o’. T’ere beh maneh mo’, most loikleh teh entoire Dwedmar population. W’en yeh vote fer meh, yeh vote fer teh Dwedmar people. It’s ‘istoreh, i’s kinship, an’ it’s gloreh in all it’s bareness." “Yeh deserve ah leadeh w’o ‘as proven his worth t’rough experience an’ knows how he mus’ guide his people, his flock, his kin. Teh governmen’ mus’ beh restructered teh nay onleh allow fer t’ose few privileged fellehs teh take poweh an’ use i’ in small ways t’at in nay way ‘elp teh kingdom. T’ere will beh competen’ an’ direct courtiehs w’o know bes’ teh serve t’eir people. All shall ‘ave chance undeh meh rule an’ Ttey will be monitored on t’eir progress an’ success teh make sure t’ey do t’eir job correctleh. Teh Senate shall beh ah t’ing utiloized so t’at teh clans voices shall beh made ‘eard properleh an’ effectivleh. Allowin’ mo’ toime fer debate an’ meetin’s. ‘Olds shall beh made inteh ah system w’ich will nay allow t’em teh remain ‘ollow an’ empteh ‘usks so t’at few may roam wit’ pretteh toitles an’ nothin’ teh show fer. Dead ‘olds will nay beh allowed an’ throivin’ ‘uns will beh allowed teh prospeh. Relations wit’ teh otheh descendan’s shall beh made ah prioriteh. Fer too long ‘ave weh made fools o’ ourselves in teh eyes o’ teh otheh races. Weh shall delegate an’ talk w’ere need an’ trade wit’ t’em so t’at our friendships shall prospeh. Teh King shall ‘ear ‘is people’s pleas as much as ‘e possibleh can an’ if ‘e canne do it t’en he shall make sure his courtiehs do." “Teh otheh candidates beh ‘onorable Dwed, akin teh goo’ t’ings, bu’ nay teh laddehs t’at can lead t’is kingdom. T’ey may beh friends ‘er noice teh yeh, bu’ t’at does nay mean t’at t’ey will do great t’ings as King. Sayin’ t’ey wan’ great t’ings beh far differen’ t’an doin’ great t’ings an’ can delieveh.” He takes one last pause, taking a deep breath and then speaking louder than before, his voice trembling as it echoes through the cave, “Ah promise yeh t’at undeh meh ruleshhip, ah can accomplish teh great an’ teh wonderous. Teh create ah Kingdom w’ich withstands teh test o’ toime an’ is reckoned by its enemehs. Take meh ‘and an’ weh shall see t’is to fruition; ah truleh Gran’ Kingdom.”

Wanted: A male and female Griffin Threat level: Medium Description of beast(s): Two average-sized griffins. A male and female. A head, two front limbs, and wings like an eagle with the body of a lion. One can sometimes be found roaming and flying around the Dwarven Holds seeking for prey. Very fast, very dangerous. Location: Kazulran Mountains that surround the Dwarven Capital Rewards: TBA

=(Election Ballot of Urguan)=- Place an X next to the candidate of your choice. Your Name ((RP and MC)): Verthaik Frostbeard ((Kralek)) Race: Mountain Dwarf Kalion Grandaxe (Dashing_Knight) Lathros Irongrinder (Lathros) Verthaik Frostbeard (Kralek) X Skippy Irongut (Skippy369) Fili Grandaxe (Cpt_Noobman)

MC Name: Kralek Skype: Kralek5 Do you want to be added to the Skype group? Yes Factions/Nations that need work: Dwarves

Verthaik receives news of Balek's demise and mutters a few words "Yeh were teh bes' king weh've 'ad in a good long whoile an' ah damned good foighteh too. Yeh'll be missed an' remembered."

Clan Father Verthaik Frostbeard hears of the news before his departure before rambling on about him "'E were an' 'onorable enemeh an' ally. Twas an 'oneh foightin' 'im an' foightin' by 'is soide. May Dungrimm accept t'is 'un."

Let's be honest, most of them would need to take a break after their first step outside.

I'd roleplay as a demonic blood sorcerer that can do double back flips with dual katanas and throw throwing daggers. He would also cyber with all the hot dark elves.

((Tournament shall be pushed back an hour and will now be at 2 Pm Est))