Malgonious

Grubbal, the Caravan Coordinator, receives the applicant. Dutifully recording their submissions into a massive filing stack atop Malgunuz' caravan elephant, return responses would be penned with utmost haste.

Malgunuz would stand proudly among his brothers in the Iron'Uzg after a glorious victory against Elysium. "Nuw fer da ZIEGE!"

Grubbal, the Caravan Coordinator, receives the three applicants. Dutifully recording their submissions into a massive filing stack atop Malgunuz' caravan elephant, return responses would be penned with utmost haste.

Zkab da Beaten would reply to the pinki's letter. Having just spoken with Malgunuz who seemed very interested in their offer.

Grubbal, the Caravan Coordinator, receives the two applicants. Dutifully recording their submissions into a massive filing stack atop Malgunuz' caravan elephant, return responses would be penned with utmost haste.

Grubbal, the Caravan Coordinator, receives the two applicants. Dutifully recording their submissions into a massive filing stack atop Malgunuz' caravan elephant, return responses would be penned with utmost haste.

Grubbal, the Caravan Coordinator, receives the three applicants from locals of Krugmar. Dutifully recording their submissions into a massive filing stack atop Malgunuz' caravan elephant, return responses would be penned with utmost haste.

Grubbal, the Caravan Coordinator, receives the two applicants from locals of Krugmar. Dutifully recording their submissions into a massive filing stack atop Malgunuz' caravan elephant, return responses would be penned with utmost haste.

IGN: RP Name: Requested Item: Rarity of the Item: Time-frame needed: (One week is the standard rate, two weeks is a reduced rate. Next caravan cycle is a double rate.) Did you provide the source fee to the Caravan Master?:

The Iron’Uzg Trading Caravan The Iron’Uzg invites all traders to join its weekly caravan journey across the many nations of this land. We make stops in all of the Human, Dwarf, and Elven lands. If you would like us to stop at your city, please send an invitation to the caravan master via letter. ((Malgonious)) What we specialize in - Rare Item Sourcing Our caravan specializes in finding the rarest products that our customers need. Should you find our caravan inside your village, selling our goods, please approach the Caravan Master. From there, have this slip filled out below so we can begin the process of sourcing your item. We charge a source fee of one hundred minas for medium rarity. We charge two hundred and fifty minas for extremely rare items as a source fee. This does not include the actual cost of the product once it has been sourced and stocked in our caravan. This fee is for us to employ caravan guards and their merchant collective to find these goods for you out in the world. *********************** IGN: RP Name: Requested Item: Rarity of the Item: Time-frame needed: (One week is the standard rate, two weeks is a reduced rate. Next caravan cycle is a double rate.) Did you provide the source fee to the Caravan Master?: *********** When does our caravan travel? Our caravan travels from the Iron’Uzg every Monday and Thursday at 6:30 PM EST. We conclude our journey usually after two hours of travel or until all merchants have concluded selling their wares. How to join our caravan as a Merchant or Guard? The Iron’Uzg employs a plethora of different races to participate in its massive caravan. Without this employment, we could not source the highest quality of goods to bring to you, our customers. We do not discriminate between any races that wish to join our caravan. Guard roles are typically only given to those with prior military experience or body-guard protection. We seek to employ additional guards and merchants to join our caravan in order to find the best goods this land has to offer. Please fill out this slip and provide it to the Caravan Master to join us on our next expedition. ************************* IGN: RP Name: Merchant or Guard: What kind of goods do you bring with you to our caravan?: Do you accept the requirement of attending at least one caravan expedition a week? (Thurs/Mon): Do you have any rare goods to bring to the caravan?: *************************

IGN: Malgonious RP NAME: Jyor Volaren"A good sight is it to see the Mareno's profiting off of their tireless labors. I shall take a raffle ticket and hope for good fortune! I thank the participants for such an opportunity and look forward to the auction!" Jyor would remark to his gathered Northguard brothers.

This man out here doing some serious work. +1 to all of his efforts!

This is amazing. Great work my friend!

IGN: Malgonious RP NAME: Belgor Ireheart AGE: Old as dirt ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Legion CANDIDATE: Alaric Grimgold

Belgor Ireheart would pin a missive to his kin in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan and to the rebels under the Doomforged. To the traitorous dogs of Draakopf Doomforged, Do not choke on your ambition. You are about to doom your entire clan should you follow through on these actions. I will personally see to it that every able-bodied dwarf rallies against you and your minions. My name is Belgor Ireheart, former Marshal of Urguan. I had retired for a very long time with the Uruk menace properly dealt with. I have received word of this treachery and returned home from the countryside. Retirement is over. This is your only warning. Revoke this proclamation of war, or face your downfall. You disturb the careful balance of Yemekar we've all bled to achieve. I expect a response within one stone day or blood will be spilled. This is your one and only warning. Humble Regards, Belgor Ireheart Former Marshal of Urguan

No mention of Baldur? :( Commander of the Black Legion and the defense organizer of Johan? RIP

Bjorn, "The Gruff," Rayecksson smiles down at his brothers and sisters from the All-father's Great Hall

Vorne would step into the garrison of Varhelm followed by two newly recruited guardsmen. "Time to get to work, gentlemen. Gather around. Let's go over our plan."

Hi are you interested in joining my warband?

Training my next batch of super soldiers now let me know when the warclaim is

The hour was dark, the night air crisp and cooling to the bone. Jyor Volaren stood by his lonesome on his vessel, “The White Dagger,” gazing out into the distance as the shoreline of Nyrheim began to appear. Thoughts assaulted his mind constantly upon this journey, all of the things he had done to get back home to this very moment. All the trials, as daunting as they were, that impeded his homecoming. All of that was finally over. “No more bloodshed,” he thought to himself with doubt as he scanned the shore. He had heard of his people’s resurgence and news that his father had been among them. As is the sacred charge of all Volaren, his duty was to be both shield and blade in the darkness for the Norlandic people. His clan long since pledged loyalty to the infant race’s protection. It was time he returned to ensure that charge was held. “These people have suffered for so long… if only I could shoulder more of their burden.” He recalled these words spoken to him by his father as he tightened his grip around the vessel’s rail, a spray of saltwater beading down across his weathered face. Having dealt with his mission charged by Artyom Ruric . . . his long journey was finally drawing to an end. Jyor’s eyes darted over to the sealed ornate chest that stood at the furthest point of his longboat. “How many lives were lost in the search for this, your grace.” He shook his head, moving his leather glove across the surface of the chest. “How many more will die once your people have this . . .” He turned his back again to the sealed artifact, his gaze now again on the foaming seawater bearing down upon his ship. The sound of seagulls could be heard as his ship finally embedded into the sands of the shoreline. “It took over a hundred years, but my fight is finished.” Jyor spoke aloud, his words plagued with doubt. Jyor Volaren has returned.

Belgor Ireheart would call for a speech on the grave of his lifelong friend and mentor [!] “I rememba’ how t’is war started... Weh neva’ got along well bu’ ah knu yeh w’er a truly brave dwed... Fer yeh’ve inspired a whole new loine of young beardlings, tha’ will nae evah forget yer bravereh. Ye’ ‘ave moi t’anks fer standing boi us tuh tha’ end old chum.” Belgor would conclude a light chuckle leaving his sad demeanor, leaving his hammer on the side of his tombstone. “Ah memorial tuh ah ‘ero whose name shall neva’ beh forgotten, a monument tuh tha’ Legendary Gran’ Champion uf Urguan, Charles tha’ Bald.” Belgor Ireheart’s soliloquy upon the horde of treasures taken by Charles the Bald in life, his body buried beneath the skulls of nation leaders. An inscription would be freshly carved upon inspection of the hammer on the grave. “The courage of one dwarf never shy of bravery to charge into the howling dark, let his memory stand firm ennobled for eternity.”

Belgor’s Log The Dead Coast Belgor's Report to the Urguan Leadership Council is scribed within the document you hold. Sensitive information has been stricken from this document as it has been published for record among the dwarven nation. [!] Only Hefrumm, The Under-Kingdom and Legionary Outposts/Forts receive this log. Begin Log . . . Something strange has begun to assail cart travelers that pass the western border of the Kingdom of Urguan's shoreline. Reports of drowned human and dwarf alike rising up from the shadows of the murky, clouded water that has come to dominate this area. This is an official travel warning and advisory to the following affected dwarven areas: Under-Kingdom of Urguan, Hefruum, Western Border Forts, Villas, Farmsteads, etc. The Legion has been deployed to the Dead Coast two times so far in regards to these reports. The first time this deployment occurred is scribed below: “Weh encountered fragile, feeble crittas’ tha’ were beat down easileh wit’ tha’ swing of meh hamma’. Their numbers however... that’s what frightened tha’ men. -Belgor, First Incursion to The Dead Coast. Vodnik have been spotted by farming dwed after reports of an attack on the village Hefrumm's wheat wagons. The Legion were deployed under orders from Commander Belgor when news reached the Legion Barracks of what had befallen the poor farming dwed in Hefrumm. This was made as these wheat wagons have deliveries daily into the Under-Kingdom of Urguan. To ensure no disruption of the food supply occurred, they assembled on the murky waters of the West to investigate. Upon arrival they were assaulted by the same creatures now known as Vodnik, cleverly deduced by Xergarok Cottonwood, highest ranking Legionnaire on-scene before the arrival of Belgor’s squadron. The bloated undead came at the legionnaires with surprise, nearly drowning three of the noble dwarves dispatched with their torrent of vile grey-water. The Vodnik were beaten back at the rise of dawn, the rain ceased and the corpses burned. It was a bloody, viscous battle with many wounds and ailments reported afterward in the Medical Ward according to Darinndrabor, Medical Staff on-duty at the time. ██ ██████████ ███ █████ ██ ██████ ███████████ ███ ██████ ██ ███ ████ ████████ ██████. “Tha’ second incursion... T'ese foks wore armor an’ used rusted steel against us... Ah dunnae wot ah would du’ if not fer moi men. Tha’ shield-wall dey ‘eld beh all tha’ saved us.” -Belgor, Second Incursion to The Dead Coast. The second time the Vodnik have been sighted, ███ ███████ ████ ███████ ████████ ████ ████████████ ███ ███████ ██ ████ ███████ ██████. Another assault on the Dead Coast was reported by a frantic High Chief Beorn’s arrival to the Under-Kingdom in search of aide to repulse the foul beasts once more. The Legion were dispatched under command by myself. They faced lesser numbers but stronger, plated Vodnik. It would seem their strategy was divide and conquer. In order to cease their onslaught I led four stout dwarves into the frey and set ablaze a decaying whale carcass the rotted fiends were feasting upon. They dispersed after the burning and the wheat wagons was escorted safely. The second incursion was repulsed, their numbers routed through the coast. I ensured the local populace began immediate construction of palisades bordering their local western fields. A recommendation of a small bunker or tower was also mentioned with aide to be provided by The Legion in construction and funding costs. ████ ████ ██ ██████████ ██ █████ ███ █████ ████ █████████ ██ ███ █████ ██ ███████ ███ ████ ████ ████████ ████ ███ ███ ██████ ██████ ███ ████ █████ █████ ███████████ ██ ██████ █████ ████ █████ ████ . We have dispatched additional Legionnaires to the nearby area of Hefrumm in case of surprise assault. The Legion has opened a series of tasks to be completed to aide this troubled settlement in their time of need. Those that show bravery and assist those when they need it most are truly the dwed that keep our great nation intact throughout the stone’s centuries. You can find that ledger attached below: The Dwarf that shows the most initiative and completes the most objectives posted to the Mission Board (Legion or Not) will earn a title along with his choice of a King-forged Hammer, Mace or Sword inside the Inner Vault. What is causing this repeated assault is unknown by Legion High Command. You will be briefed upon information as it develops through Belgor's Log as this is a developing situation. You may wish to join these events Mon, Wed, Fri 9 AM EST - 11:30 AM EST, The Legion is in dire need of assistance by all efforts of science, clergy, magic, runesmithing, blacksmithing, golemancy and warfare to combat these creatures of the foul taint attacking our coasts. Be warned! These creatures attack enmasse and normally smaller targets to overwhelm! Do not approach alone or face certain annihilation! End Log . . . (Friday 9 AM EST – Part III)