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  1. The dazzling banners of Aegrothond, Urguan, Haelun’or, and Fenn flurried and intermingled in the frosty, yet relatively warm, square of Tahu’Lareh. Additional envoys from Lorraine, Kaedrin, and the Hou-Zi were also present, though their role was merely as observers. Soldiers and diplomats from the respective nations spoke freely amongst each other- sharing stories and jesting in good spirit. However, the prevailing topic of the hour was the diplomatic conference that was soon to be had, one that would unite the four nations in their collective endeavour against Llyria. After several minutes of idle chatter, horns blared from the Citadel, signaling to all that the meeting was to commence. The respective entourages ventured to the conference hall within the Citadel, each taking a seat at the long table before them. Grand Prince Aelthos, sitting at the head of the table, initiated the talks. “So, Llyria,” he began, looking to Sohaer Dimaethor Visaj, seated just across for him. “It seems they’ve made the decision to tempt fate once again,” he continued, glancing at both Sea Prince Feanor Sylvaeri and King Utak Ireheart, both seated to the left of the Sohaer. “We all have our grievances with them, but it seems in their vainglory Llyria has brought war upon themselves. With their recent breaking of the treaty we made with them, our alliance is left with little other option than to pursue military action.” Those in attendance murmured in agreement. “They aren’t just tempting fate- they’re tempting all of us,” snickered Crown Prince Vytrek, helping himself to a sip of the wine before him. “Poor them, I suppose. I quite liked the city until the Empyrion lost a chunk of his brain.” “I do not know how you could bear to stand that city,” the Sohaer sneered, shaking his head in evident disagreement. “It is a place riddled with dark mages, demon-spawn, and the lesser life forms we are all obligated to rid this world of.” The table fell quiet, for most there were in agreement. However, the matter of how the war would be conducted still remained. “Just charge in and DESTROY THEM!” cheered the young prince, Aldred. “I believe naval supremacy will be paramount to winning this war. Llyria is a port city- if we cut their supplies then we ought to be able to starve them into submission,” argued the Sea Prince. To further illustrate his point, he procured a map of the Llyrian area, pointing to its harbour, then tracing a line to his own city at Aegrothond. “Look at how short of a distance that is. We would be able to effectively support a besieging army via sea without worrying about the hassle of a long voyage,” he concluded, looking to the Grand Prince for affirmation of his plan. The Grand Prince remained quiet, studying the map intently. He rubbed his beard, before pulling a worn charcoal pencil from his pocket. Marking an ‘x’ at the tunnel leading into Llyria, Aelthos began to speak. “I agree with the Sylvaeri’s suggestion, though I would like to take it a step further.” Aelthos pointed at his ‘x’, glancing up to King Utak. “Have your dwarves block this pass here. I want nothing in and nothing out. In the meantime, the Ivae’fenn and Sillumiran will besiege the city itself. Have we any disagreements here?” King Utak, who had seated himself in a small basin of water in the center of the table, shook his head. “T'ere will b' teh loot, aye?” he inquired, his eyes growing wide with the thought of plunder. He then splashed some water on his face, washing out some of the grime. Silir Uradir, Okarir’san of Haelun’or, snorted. “Sounds like a typical dwarven concern,” he chortled, furrowing his eyes at Utak’s bathing. “However, there is another matter. I revel at the opportunity to strike down the Llyrian corruptions, but what of the normal citizens there? Plenty of innocents reside in that wretched city. Would we be just to treat them the same?” “I say we allow those who wish to leave the city pass through our siege lines. I suspect that the dark mages will wish to defend their home, for it is the only place that openly harbors them. That said, what of those that abandon their city anyway and masquerade as a normal person?” said the Sea Prince, biting his lower lip. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat upon noticing Utek’s bathing, but held his tongue regardless. “Then we will hunt them down again and again, as is our duty,” affirmed the Haelun’orian Okarir’san, flashing Feanor a cocksure grin. “Besides, I don’t think any of us have seen them put up a half-decent fight before.” Dimaethor Visaj laughed clearly and heartily, though more sinister undertones were evident. Then rising from his seat, the aged Sohaer addressed those at the table. “Fortune has it that we are all on the same side this time around. We shall make quick business of this petty enemy. Now, the hour is getting late, and we all have armies to ready for war. I shall depart for today, but I will return with an army beside me- ready to join you.” With that, the Haelun’orian retinue said their goodbyes and left. Soon after, the other envoys followed suit, each saying a few words in farewell before leaving the hall. After a few moments, only the Grand Prince and his two sons remained. Vytrek was the first to rise, walking over to the map left behind by Sea Prince Feanor. “It’s a viable plan,” the Crown Prince noted, studying the battle plans that had been marked down. “That it is. No doubt the Llyrian state will crumble at our might, but how many losses will we suffer? Hundreds?” Aelthos responded, joining his son in examining the plans. Vytrek took a longing glance outside of the window behind him, looking to the training Ivae’fenn below him. Recruits sparred, officers shouted orders, and standard-bearers stood stalwartly with the colors of Fenn in-hand. War was soon to come to all of them once again. “I don’t know. Maybe ten?” WARCLAIM Attackers Princedom of Fenn & Allies Defenders Llyria & Allies Wargoals: The Llyrian city pillaged. Location & Proposed Time Add me on Discord to discuss this further Ioannis#9788
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  3. The clash of bloodied steel and the screams of men pervaded the Grand Prince’s senses, drowning out his young son beside him- a youth of twelve tugging on his father’s sleeve. “Father! Father- are you even listening to me?” Aelthos blinked, suddenly darting his head over to see his son. He saw the young prince, Aldred, peering back at him with concern, but also the curiosity that was characteristic of all children his age. “My apologies, son. I’ve just been preoccupied with business lately. Forgive me, for I don’t mean to ignore you,” he confessed, taking a few deep breaths as he turned his attention back to the fireplace before him. How long had he sat there, staring into the same flames he had seen so many times before? How long would these memories intrude his conscious at every waking moment, fill his mind at even something as mundane and routine as the Ivae’fenn sparring in the Citadel? The War of the Two Emperors was no far-flung memory. Although Tahu’Lareh had avoided the wrath and bloodshed of the war, its people had not. Many still bore the scars of the conflict, whether external or, as was the case with Aelthos, internal. The Princedom had recovered miraculously in the decades after, but imprinted in its history and conscious was the folly of joining Joseph’s war. “What’s wrong, father? I’m not a little kid anymore, you can tell me,” Prince Aldred insisted eagerly, habitually resting a hand on the hilt of the shortsword given to him just two Elven Years ago. “Look at the young warrior you are,” Aelthos laughed, seeing so much of himself in the child. However, that self had been shattered upon the realization of what war truly was. Good leaders saved their people, allowed them to live in peace and prosperity. War was the opposite of any of that, thus it was the course of action no monarch should take. That said, a far greater duty of a monarch was to preserve the strength and pride of both himself and his people. Llyria, a decrepit state which had been on the verge of making peace with the powers aligned against it, had now decided to renegade on the treaty it had established not even a year prior. In this act, the Empyrion showed that he cared naught for the safety and pride of his people, only personal vanity. This weak, fledgling state would soon learn what it meant to trifle with Fenn and break sacred pacts on a whim. “I won’t lie to you, Aldred. We are on the path of war once again. The Llyrian Concord has turned its back on the treaty that we had made not long ago, and thus spat on our very faces. I, as Prince, must fulfill my obligation to defend our honor before those who try and trod upon it,” he explained, ruffling his son’s hair. “Do you understand?” Of course, a broken pact was not the sole reason for the war at hand. The Empyrion of Llyria had made many enemies in his short time as a ruler. The Sohaer of Haelun’or, Dimaethor Visaj, had so passionately decried the dark mages, demons, and degenerates that Llyria harbored within its walls. He had played a great role in helping convince Grand Prince Aelthos to declare war upon the Izalith-state and purge the world of the scourge that the descendants had fought against for so long. King Utak Ireheart has his own grievances as well- the Underking had accused the Llyrian Concord of holding several relics sacred to Urguan. “I think I do,” Prince Aldred said reluctantly, fidgeting with the hilt of his blade. “Will I fight?” he asked, puffing out his chest to try and make himself look stronger. The child was still idealistic, ignorant of the realities of war. All who marched to Helena were the same way- up until the first volley of arrows flew from the walls of the city. “No,” Aelthos spat harshly, slamming a fist into the arm of his chair as he looked to his son. The boy had turned pale and begun to back away from his father, tears forming in his eyes. The young prince sputtered, trying to speak, but could only whimper a muffled “sorry”. The Grand Prince’s gaze softened, and he rose from his chair. He had not meant to scare his son, but the thought of losing his youngest child to war struck an even greater fear into his heart. Walking over to Aldred, the Grand Prince embraced his son, patting the child on the back as he too apologized. The young prince, no longer near crying, stood silent, dutifully listening to his father as he spoke. “I won’t have you carry the burdens that I do with every step I take. Learn to laugh, learn to love, learn to live, for once you make the first step towards the descent into violence, these are all you will have to keep from succumbing to the draw of battle,” Aelthos muttered, as much to himself as to his son. He then let his son go, patting the boy’s head as he began to stride away. “Go to bed now, Aldred. We will speak again in the morning.” The boy obeyed, waving ‘goodnight’ as he trudged up to his room. For the Grand Prince, however, the night was still not over, for he had a letter to pen: “To the Empyrion of Llyria, Your pathetic attempts to turn your back on the treaty we made but a few Elven Days ago have not gone unnoticed by myself. We demanded that you cede the tract of land occupied by the spider cultists, a term that your council agreed to. Now, in autocratic fashion, you have turned against their good judgement and are trying to placate us with a paltry sum of minae. It is now clear that you do not seek a resolution to this conflict, thus it falls upon us to bring one to you. Your vile, malevolent citizens will fall by the blades of our united front, and I will personally mount your head atop a spike in the middle of your square. The malformations you harbor will be slaughtered to extinction, and you city will be returned to the mire from whence it came. There will be no negotiations this time, you have already seen to that.” HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Aelthos of the Tundrak Bloodline, third of his name, Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn, Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin, Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh, the chosen of Wyrvun, etc.
  4. GRAND PRINCE, Aelthos Tundrak III signs.
  5. HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Aelthos of the Tundrak Bloodline, third of his name, Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn, Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin, Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh, the chosen of Wyrvun signs.
  6. A Missive to the Llyrians Issued upon the 13th of the Amber Cold, 1727 ___________ It seems that in your eagerness to avoid war with us, you failed to properly accept any of the demands we set forth: We demanded that you evict the spider cultists yourselves, rather than allow our armies passage through your lands. Seeing as how these cultists are inhabiting your land, it is the responsibility of the Concord of Llyria to deal with these brigands. Intervention by the Ivae’fenn would mean a declaration of war on Llyria; for if Fennic boots must trod to Llyria to handle an infestation that the Llyrians are complicit in for harboring such cultists, Llyria will be punished accordingly. We demanded that the Ivae’fenn be allowed to fully occupy the cave that the spider cultists have taken residence in. Although you did give the Ivae’fenn permission to enter Llyrian lands, you failed to clarify whether you agreed to its continued occupation of the lands taken from the spider cult. It is evident that you are incapable of policing your own land, and thus, for the safety of Fenn and the realm, such a duty ought to be relinquished for the given area. We demanded that the Concord of Llyria issue a formal apology for the actions of the spider cult. Regardless of if you were truly unaware of their presence on your lands - an unbelievable notion itself - it was by your negligence and incompetence that our citizens were harmed. Your response lacked an apology entirely, and you only repeated the claim that Llyria did not know of the habitation of their lands by the spider cultists. However, we are not a people without mercy, and we recognize that the overtures you made were in good faith. Instead of reiterating our demands, we wish to discuss a proper settlement of the issue at hand within the walls of our grand city. The Lordly Council of Llyria is hereby invited to the Princedom of Fenn in order to negotiate the terms of your submission. Unless a new set of terms is agreed upon, the time limit to accept the current demands remains. HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Aelthos of the Tundrak Bloodline, Third of his Name, Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn, Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin, Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh, the chosen of Wyrvun, etc.
  7. It has come to my attention that these ‘spider cultists’ which we have so recently declared war against are being harbored by the Llyrian Concord. Though it comes as no surprise that the Llyrians would so cowardly employ others to harm our great nation, rather than taking to battle themselves, this blatant transgression against my people will not go unanswered. Therefore I, Grand Prince Aelthos Tundrak III, call upon the Monarch or Leader of Llyria and the Llyrian Concord to: Immediately expel the ‘spider cultists’ from their lands and allow Fennic forces to occupy the territory given to these hellspawn. Issue an official apology for harboring enemies of the Fennic state. I grant you three Elven Days to accept these demands, lest I be compelled to deal with these abnormalities through more violent means and take the land upon which they reside by force. If you seek to stop our culling of these spider-worshippers, then you too will face the wrath of the Ivae’fenn and the people who have been wronged by you and the murderers you have supported. A Crowned Dwarf stands next to the Grand Prince. HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Aelthos of the Tundrak Bloodline, Third of his Name, Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn, Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin, Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh, the chosen of Wyrvun, etc. Grand Marshal Aesilnoth of the Annungilben Bloodline, Drakon Valkyr of Fenn, High Justiciar of Tahu’Lareh
  8. The windswept halls of the Citadel rang silent as the convocation of the Fennic Grand Council sat, awaiting the arrival of the Grand Prince. Snow flurried outside in a great torrent, one that made the warmth of the hall all the more welcoming to the Grand Councillors. They had been called in the middle of the night by their Prince for reasons they knew not, though the inviting, hospitable atmosphere inside of the Citadel soon turned the tired quietness into a lively chatter. A few good minutes later and the heavy footsteps of the Grand Prince could be heard just outside the door. With a heavy groan, the door guarding the hall from the blizzard outside opened to reveal His Majesty- Aelthos Tundrak III. Adorned in the finest of plate, with a thick yet soft woolen cloak to defend him from the frost, the imposing Tundrak entered the hall, a look of pure fury upon his features. The Grand Prince’s chilling gaze turned the veins of the Mali’fenn in the room to ice, a freeze far harsher than even the blizzard. As he sauntered to the edge of the table at the center of the room he stood before his councillors, clearing his throat as he prepared to speak. “They’ve tested my patience for the last time,” the Grand Prince began, his clear, peremptory voice rising above the raging storm outside. “ These ‘spider cultists’ are malformations- deserving of naught but the death we are to bring to them. It is a mercy, all things considered, as such creatures do not deserve a quick demise” he spat, his gauntleted hands gripping the edge of the table. The councillors said not a word, opting to simply nod in agreement. It was evident to them all that to test the Tundrak’s patience would be a folly. His temper was a beast to be feared more than any wyvern, twice so when the lives of his subjects were on the line. “I will admit that it was my fault in not dealing with this scourge earlier. My inaction has led to the kidnapping and killing of my people. However, this ends now. These vermin will be exterminated by the hand of the Ivae’fenn, their blood will fill the vile pits which they call home.” He then paused, biting the interior of his cheek as he studied the faces of each and every one of his councillors. Was he looking for weakness? Resolve? Hesitation? Whatever it may have been, he found it, for the Grand Prince smiled for the first time that night. However, his grin was not one of joy or warmth, rather it was of a cocksure determination. The vigor and boldness of youth had not yet left Aelthos, for within his heart was the passion, the desire to eradicate these foul murderers- to free his people from their worries when traveling about Arcas. “I inherited the most disciplined, experienced army in all of elvendom. It would be a shame if I were to die before utilizing their prowess at least once,” the youthful monarch mused, shooting a look to one his councillors, Aesilnoth Annungilben. “Grand Marshal, see to it that the Ivae’fenn is ready within the fortnite. These cultists may be diabolical, but I have full faith that they will break easily under our might.” “It will be done,” the aged marshal responded, rising from his seat. “Am I get to it straight away, Your Majesty?” “Indeed. I give you leave to begin preparations. I’ll not have a single soldier with a want for proper gear.” As Grand Marshal Aesilnoth strode out of the Citadel, the Grand Prince turned to face his remaining councillors. His countenance, now graced by a grin of satisfaction, eased the tension of the others. His Majesty, though prone to outbursts, was by no means difficult to be around. Procuring a wine flask from his cloak, the Grand Prince took a hearty swig whilst looking to the windows that revealed the world outside- which was now far calmer than it had been before. “The end of this blizzard has shown us a fine night indeed. I shall allow you to enjoy it in your homes and with your families. I will not bother you all with the details of this operation for now- just know that it will demand all of our efforts,” he concluded, giving a nod of goodbye as he turned to depart. As he reached the gates, the Grand Prince paused, allowing himself a final look back to his council. A towering Elf, shrouded in a blanket of shadows stood among the Mali’fenn councillors. The unknown Elf lifted his chin, to which a gem upon his crown winked in the light of a distant torch. “The Princedom of Fenn is at war once again.” When Wyrvun stirs, the little spiders will be trampled beneath his taloned feet. WARCLAIM Type of War & CBs (if applicable) Multiplue Attack on Leadership, kidnapping and openly attacks against the Princedom of Fenn Conquest War Goal Attackers Princedom of Fenn & Allies Defenders Spider Elves & Allies Wargoals: The destruction of the Spider Elf Stronghold Location & Proposed Time Add me on Discord to discuss this further Ioannis#9788
  9. Aelthos would nod as he throws the banishment decree in the fireplace. He would then notify the guards that Katrina’s banishment is over. “She should be given a second chance.”
  10. Grand Prince Aelthos would smile after reading the missive and smile. He would them nod as he summons his Council. “The Mali’Aheral and the Mali’Fenn can finally put the past grudges behind”
  11. (+) Banishment Decree (+) Magnus of Llyria is hereby banished from the Princedom of Fenn for assaulting a Grand Council member and for conspiring against the Princedom. If he enters Fennic lands, they are to be brought in front of the grand prince. Where they will stand trial. Any found to be aiding them in the entry to the Fennic lands shall face harsh punishment. These orders are official as of 4th of the First Seed 1727. HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Aelthos of the Tundrak Bloodline, third of his name, Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn, Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin, Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh, the chosen of Wyrvun Grand Marshal Aesilnoth of the Annungilben Bloodline, Drakon Valkyr of Fenn, High Justiciar of Tahu’lareh, Patriarch of the Annungilben Bloodline
  12. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5k3casyhOis The Fenn-Oren-Urguan Peace Treaty of 1725 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Snow Elves, Dwarves and Humans are all gathered beneath the Citadel in Tahu’Lareh, their armies standing together, side by side, their eyes focused upwards, waiting for their leaders to appear. Some were old friends, some old enemies; but a new day has risen. The conflicts of the old are over and with that, new alliances will emerge, new friendships will be built. As the sun is about to dusk, the Holy Oren Emperor emerges from the halls of the Citadel, accompanied by the Grand King of Urguan and the Grand Prince of Fenn, holding a parchment. He would then clear his throat as he yells. “Peace upon our times!” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- TREATY ARTICLES: I. The signatory parties shall agree to the following terms to be grouped under a “Common Sense” clause with the purpose of explicitly stating a variety of mutual agreements to be adhered to by both nations. The free and unhindered traffic of goods and services between either nation shall agreed to and enforced by this document. The extradition of wanted criminals to the nation seeking their punishment. The unhindered traffic of citizens between the cities of the signatory parties. II. The Under-Realm of Urguan, the Holy Orenian Empire and the Princedom of Fenn shall enter a state or perpetual peace. IV. The Under-Realm of Urguan, the Holy Orenian Empire and the Princedom of Fenn shall enter a both defensive and offensive military alliance. V. The Under-Realm of Urguan, Holy Orenian Empire and the Princedom of Fenn shall mutually recognize the Under-Realm of Urguan as the proper ruler of Da Arakh Agnarmar, and those territories held underneath as well as those which may be gained by conquest. VI. The Under-Realm of Urguan, Holy Orenian Empire and the Princedom of Fenn shall recognize the right and lawful lordship of the Princedom of Fenn over the region of Snowy Cliffs as well as those which may be gained by conquest. VII. The Under-Realm of Urguan, Holy Orenian Empire and the Princedom of Fenn shall recognize the right and lawful lordship of the Holy Orenian Empire over the region of the heartlands as well as those which may be gained by conquest. VIII. The Under-Realm of Urguan and the Holy Orenian Empire recognise the Princedom of Fenn and their leadership as the one and only true representative of the Snow Elven people. IX. The Princedom of Fenn and the Holy Orenian Empire recognise the The Under-Realm of Urguan and their leadership as the one and only true representative of the Dwarven people. X. The Under-Realm of Urguan and the Princedom of Fenn recognise the Holy Orenian Empire and their leadership as the one and only true representative of the Human people. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Aelthos of the Tundrak Bloodline, third of his name, Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn, Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin, Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh, the chosen of Wyrvun Under-King of the Under-Realm of Urguan, Grand King of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, King of Agnarum, Az’adar, and Ord, Lord of Kal’Varoth, Kal’Azgaryum, Kal’Omith, Kal’Nikaer, Kal’Akash, Kal’Karaad, Kal’Agnar, Kal’Klad, Kal’Arkon, Kal’Ithrun, Kal’Azgoth, Kal’Karik, and Kal’Urguan, Defender of the Dwedmar, Beloved of the Brathmordakin, Elder of Clan Irongrinder, Longbeard of Grand Legion, etcetc. His Imperial Majesty, Alexander II, Holy Orenian Emperor, Prince of Helena
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    “The guy who managed to lose an easy war” Aelthos simply states as he goes to drink his shame away.
  14. The Alliance of Sun and Snow “Inactivity is death.” -Ancient Dwarven Proverb The signatory parties shall agree to a binding non-aggression standard between the armed forces of either nation. The signatory parties shall agree to the following terms to be grouped under a “Common Sense” clause with the purpose of explicitly stating a variety of mutual agreements to be adhered to by both nations. The free and unhindered traffic of goods and servicesa between either nation shall agreed to and enforced by this document. The extradition of wanted criminals to the nation seeking their punishment. The unhindered traffic of citizens between the cities of the signatory parties. The signatory parties shall enter into a full military alliance, promising the whole of their forces in the instance of conflict or aggression towards either nation. The Princedom of Fenn shall recognize the right and lawful lordship of the Under-Realm of Urguan over Da Arakh Agnarmar*, the tunnels beneath them, and the Autumn Tree as well as those which may be gained by conquest. “Da Arakh Agnarmar” or The White Mountains: The mountain range to the west of the outer ring road of the Cloud Temple as it stretches from the sea in the south to the borderlands in the far north. The Under-Realm of Urguan shall recognize the right and lawful lordship of the Princedom of Fenn over the region of Snowy Cliffs as well as though which may be gained by conquest. This treaty shall last for a total of 12 Stone Weeks, at the conclusion of which the leaders of both signatory parties shall meet to renegotiate this agreement. Charged as we are by Yemekar, Under-King of the Under-Realm of Urguan, Grand King of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, King of Agnarum, Az’adar, and Ord, Lord of Kal’Varoth, Kal’Azgaryum, Kal’Omith, Kal’Nikaer, Kal’Akash, Kal’Karaad, Kal’Agnar, Kal’Klad, Kal’Arkon, Kal’Ithrun, Kal’Azgoth, Kal’Karik, and Kal’Urguan, Defender of the Dwedmar, Beloved of the Brathmordakin, Elder of Clan Irongrinder, Longbeard of Grand Legion, etcetc. ___________________________________ HIS SERENE HIGHNESS, Aelthos of the Tundrak Bloodline, third of his name, Grand Prince of the Princedom of Fenn and Mali’Fenn, Patriarch of the Tundrak Bloodline, Protector of the Idhren’tirn, Hesin’fin, Commander of the Citadel of Acael, Protector of Tahu’lareh, the chosen of Wyrvun “The Merciful”, Lord Chancellor and Rikkin in the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Under-Realm of Urguan, Arch-Runelord of the Temple of Az’adar, Lord of Kal’Az’adar, The Citadel, Jarnstrand, Kjellingrad, Khaz’Varekan, and the Westmarch, Master of the Kal’Varak, Hero of the Brathmordakin, Father of Clan Irongrinder, Arbiter of The Age of Industry, Slayer of Setherian and The Dharok Dimlin Irongut, Clan Father of Clan Irongut, Rikkin in the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Under-Realm of Urguan, Holder of the Hammer of Urguan Son of Kazrin Starbreaker, Clan-Lord of Elder Clan Starbreaker, ruling head of the Line of Gotrek, Commanding Officer within the Dwarven Legion, and Battle-Brother within the Legion of Mercy, Rikkin at the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Underrealms of Urguan, Founder of the Libertarian Guild, Owner of Starbreaker Family Armory Father of Clan Ireheart, Grand Marshal of the Legion of Urguan, and Rikkin in the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Under-Realm of Urguan Son of Norkai ‘of the High Tower’ Clan Father of the Grandaxe Clan, Commander of the Legion of Urguan, Rikkin in the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Under-Realm of Urguan, Lord of Thumrilgrad, Forge Father of Drogan’Var
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