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Yuln'okar sighs gravely. He hears the plots of men trying to capture his daughter. "You shall not have her. We will find homage elsewhere. Conclave is no longer safe. He prepares his family, including Dhaun'che, for a journey. The entire Dra'ker clan moves into the Cloud Temple Refuge.

Yeshil Nasser exclaims, "DAMN THAT WAS FAST!"

A poster is tacked to a bulletin board near the Cloud temple Refuge. Looking for land owner Yeshil Nasser is looking to purchase the following land mentioned above for a modest sum. It is been fairly empty as of late, and it would be put to use for something more productive and active. Must remove stone from roof first. It is ***** that it has not fallen through. Discussion can be made in person.

I like this, but I believe there is a detail that should be mentioned. After you get so high in reputation, eventually people will +1 you for simply posting on a thread. I guess this is celebrity status. While this does not affect the majority of people, I notice Cracker getting more +1 for very simple posts. Sometimes more than guides, lore posts, good events, etc. Which is not to say it is a bad thing, but it is something to I would like to point out. Eventually, your status starts generating reputation on it's own.

You are good man. You do good things. Go into the real world and spread your codes all over things... Or whatever it is you guys do, IDK.

Zlatomir begins to sweat over the intense discussion. He throws up his hands and yells, "Da! Zlatomir is having idea. Dwarfski likes shiny things? So village will go underground and get them for Dwarfski." He rummages through his satchel and pulls out some plans. "This is ehm...borrowed document. We can build beautiful mining camp."

Zlatomir moves toward Hogarth, prodding Myshka along. She reaches out with mouth agape to bite his beard, but he does not seem to notice this. "Zlatomir is coming from Raev. Papa never paid much time to edicate me, so was taken in by good-uncle Therving. Never had much problem with Dwarfski myself. Raevir people are good, god-fearing people. Many have turned into ignorants. Use Papa Godanistan for excuse to wage war. Is most not good." By now Myshka would be nibbling on his beard if he has not taken any action to move away. "King Heinrik abandoned Raevir way. Raevir should be loyal peasants and pick fruit from land, not steal from mouth of others. Too many military groups that make running like rascals." He stares off a ways and sighs, not paying attention to Myshka. "Is bad way to want to leave homeland, but the strelts are not same since Papa Siegmund made leave of world." He pauses for a moment. "Only other good option is Elfski, but Raevir have been killing them like swine during harvest. Would rather be keeping head, thankie."

Zlatomir sighs as Farren speaks, mainly over the distrust than anything else. "Da. That is all true. Will be going wherever Big-man Kingy says, this is just idea. Did not know land was not Dwarfski held. Any location on map would be fine, but too far out would be difficult to manage. Is why most are failing, not many go past land. Kal'Garud would be another option, but wanted to make village not look like Raevir built." He offers Farren a piece of parchment with charcoal designs. "What is thinking on this land? Land on right would be most good, though map is old. Not sure if new building is there."

Zlatomir never assumed Fimlin Grandaxe was a Lord. He frowns at the tension. "Eh..." He offers the Dwarf a yak-skin filled with local ale. "Is being good."

Zlatomir begins to lambast the strelt. "If we put in tiny corner, people will not be seeing it and will become empty! Must be within viewing distance of road, at least." Edit: Going to bed. Will pick this up tomorrow.

"Did spook-men not make take of Kal'Gurad?"

Zlatomir looks toward the new Dwarf with a smile. "Do not make silent face! Is good time to make talk. We will have drink together later." Zlatomir pulls out a small map and offers it to any Lords that are present or come in late. "This is idea. Am not interested in making big, empty castle. Am wanting to build small village with hovels and farms. Nice place for peasant peoples to be sleeping and working. Will pay taxes for land, and will help Dwarfski fight. We will make speak on matter, of course. This is just idea in head." "Big circles are spots where village can be. Must be in good place for dumb-dumb peasants to find." I talked to Zezimus about this, but my goal oocly is to promote a village where people can rp in relative safety. I also want to promote non-combat rp by creating jobs and having events. There are so many fighters, but not enough peasants. This brings rp to Urguan.))

Zlatomir start to speak to Wulfgar; however, his yak becomes enticed by another young Dwarf. She begins to waddle towards him, going to nip his beard. "Bad Myshka! Do not make eat of Dwarfski hair while in court!" He reels her in quickly, then turns to Wulfgar. "Da! Will make do what can and follow good-rules of Dwarfski law; though, is against nature to make old-ones, young-ones, and lady-ones to be fighting. How can meet with other Dwarf Lords?"

Zlatomir waves toward Dizzy. "Privej big, but not as big-man Dwarfski. You have belly like one hundred year old keg." Zlatomir begins to ramble on about the qualities of the Dwarf for a couple of minutes. "Da!" He exclaims out of breath. "I wish to be making speak to Dwarfski king about buying land for small merchant village so good-peasants can work and make putting of food in mouth."

A young man riding a white, obese yak arrives in the city of Urguan. Once inside, he whistles at the vastness of it all. "Must have taken Dwarfski many, many moon to be carving stone." He keeps moving through the streets and quickly becomes lost. Through a set of directions given to him, he finds his way towards the King's chamber. "Privej, Big-man Kingy Dwarfski. I wish to make speaking with bushy face."

Support. No reason not to deny this because et have already been using a creature similar to this for events. I cannot remember if the monster man wrote lore for it or not, I could not find it in our et skin page. But this is the skin we have been using. http://gyazo.com/e2b77d21f04a699e08d72fbdb98454f6 Edit: I just realized that this is for players. Idk then. It is strange and difficult to get new races added, and I am not altogether happy with the recent Kha.

The poor body of the eight foot tall boar is tossed into a Dwarven furnace. The Dwarves celebrate with a year long feast.

A second letter is sent due to the lack of response. Dear Heinrik, Remove name of Sabri from Sabriski. Sabriski has been destroyed, so too does name. Assad Ibn Nasser

Zlatomir frowns at the note. "Horseski is mount for baby-man. Zlatomir needs strong Raevir Yak!"

"Zlatomir will make give of five hundred monyeti or edge-mage table."

Zlatomir, now a young man, begins to wander through the streets of Kralta. He posts a flier on the billboard next to the blacksmith. I wish to make buying of Yak for purpose of traveling. Must have good, most-clean fur. Keep plague away from me, Godani wielski. Will make pay in shiny, clicky monyeti.

Dear Heinrik, Beautiful land made by Sabri and Lissamanda Nasser has been destroyed. Forest is being cut down to build another useless castle. You piss on customs by inviting macecatching edge-spawn to build scar on Raev. Nasser was loyal to Papa Carrion because of strong ideals and dream to rid Horen-stain of useless nobility and Valois blob-forts. We will go to new nation and start again. Make remove of Nasser name from piss land. Assad Ibn Nasser

Zlatomir would stare at the ghost. "Spookman edge-rascal! Someone make attack with word magic!" He goes to find a priest of Godanistan to smite this unholy abomination.

Fancy-Strelt frowns at the demand of Carrion White. He looks toward his meager supply that is left. "I will be needing bigger vat!"

Fancy-Strelt stares in shock as the church condones his merchandise. "This is most not good."