𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍

Duren Ireheart watches on very amused as the Black Beast dominate the tavern pit as his own territory. ”This tavern is the most liveleh i have seen in a whoile!

THE MOUNTAIN ALLIANCE Since the founding of Kal’Urguan the mountain dwed have been the foundation of the dwarves, from their many feats to their esteemed Paragons, the sons of Urguan have relied on the skill and determination of the mountain dwed. Back in the days of old, in the city of Kal'Karaad, Bastion Ireheart, Fili Grandaxe and Verthaik Frostbeard signed a bloodpact, bringing the mountain clans into an alliance, forging an unbreakable bond between Urguans kin. Decades later, the pact was renewed between Kerwyr Frostbeard, Fimlin Grandaxe and Gror Ireheart, once again bringing the clans close, and in return, making the Grand Kingdom much stronger than it was before. The pact was once again restored in Almaris between Bakir Ireheart, Kronk Stormheart, Argnos Frostbeard, and Thumbrindal Grandaxe So history shall repeat itself once again in Aevos, the mountain clans of Ireheart and Frostbeard shall sign a bloodpact in accordance with the following terms. 1. Signatories agree to support each other militarily if aggressed upon 2. Clans of the alliance formally agree to never employ hostility to each other, in the case of an act that cannot be ignored, the signatories shall meet to discuss a means of action. 3. Signatories shall not pledge allegiance to any sort of conflict without discussion. 4. Clans of the Mountain Alliance agree to support each other politically. 5. The Signatories of the alliance agree to meet every stone month. Signed, Clan Father of the Irehearts Clan Father of the Frostbeards

appears in the Throne Room as he watched the unveiling of Garedyn the Green as he relinquished his Helm, and his spirit reborn into Garedyn the Emerald upon his coronation.

real Could've included alternatives to the poll like #3 might have included a poll for PvP default even if it's unpopular with a newer player base along with #6 with variety including 1-2 times a week, 3 times a month, etc. I think 1-2 pvp raids per week would be great activities to let working people and students enjoy something fun through the week while their busy. It would be interesting to develop a plugin that lets you select the raid, and upon selection sends an alert to prepare for an incoming raid. though in more modern days it'll just be abused as a way to meta-game and prevent the raid from happening.

Duren Ireheart raises a mug of ale in celebration as Thalgrim brings the news of a grand feast

Upon arrival, Draco was in need of great medical care barely escaping the Mori if not for his great-granddaughter Hilda aiding him along the way. He rested many moons and began gathering some strength back, taking laps around the square and sitting his old bones as he watched Hilda grow and lead a life with depth of her culture and country. After some days the tunnel was found leading into the untapped lands of Failor. They found the exit of the tunnel peered across the grasslands to the distant sands and with no time wasted could faintly see brigands engaged in combat further in the desert that seemed to only draw closer. Despite his old age his grand-daughter was able to help his slow legs transport across the sands. He found himself proud as he witnessed her display of martial prowess by defeating the Brigands that pursued them. Finally they could settle a refuge. The barren lands of Failor certainly were no place for an elder Norlander but Draco would not turn back for the life of him. They crafted ships and set down the stream between the Desert and Grasslands letting the wind & sails guide their path. Eventually, they find themselves settling in the camp refuge where they would protect as they recovered from the disasters of the Mori invasion. Draco finds himself with a bit of narcolepsy as he sleeps very commonly within his older age. During the awoken hours he would be found spending precious time with his great-granddaughter. They often share a tankard of an old family recipe of the non-alcoholic version of Norlandic Wine. In his spare time Draco guides himself to the relic of an ancient ash tree bark as he grasps carefully in his hands and whispers a prayer to the Patron Athelflaed. “Asheth guides my kinsman.”

The Old Lur traveled far and wide with his ancient Lur Wolf as an independent unit unaware of the events that transpired in San Velku. The Orc and Wolf find themselves in a dark environment full of Netherrite, Falum watches under his darkened old hood as many other descendent refugees flood into the area. The elder kept himself away from the Mori as he kept himself isolated working on his studies and practices. He would exhaust himself regularly due to his old age, but had the work ethic to continue on. For so long he allowed his mind to be clouded and for it the ancestors have punished him to a great degree. Falum’Lur traveled between the many caverns and found many of the ancient anvils amongst other things. He found many of these sites peculiar, having interest in such ancient ruins & relics. When he returned to the underdark ruins he found that many he acquainted with were not of his kind; not of Krug’s lineage. Though he searched through the ruins there was no place he would find Orcs to be taking shelter in. During his search he reminisced upon his life many centuries ago when he was displaced from his home after an attempted genocide on Krug’s people and the court execution of his father, Vorgo’Yar. The shaman returned to the ruins as he sought an isolated meditation. The Ancestors have possessed and punished the elder’s mind for decades with the lack of piety within himself and the iron horde. The orc compels himself to think with great difficulty as he rests his blood-red eyes while his Lur Wolf roams the lands of Failor on its own for prey. His eyes snap open and he leans onto his feet using his old but large and strong muscles and says to himself. “Mi shall raise a Temple to those who came before us. Ash dat will nub ever be wiped from duh memory of cubs and even the spirits themselves shall exalt.”

The Brathmordikan Temple of Almaris was overrun by the Mori and Duren held onto the body of a fatally wounded Ireheart dragging him closer to the city square. Before making an escape the elder Ireheart observed as the Dwed of the underground gallantly fought and with great valor able to defeat many Mori though were still being pushed back. Upon a retreat, Duren takes one look back at the Temple and witnesses a grand miracle conjured by another’s magic. A manifestation of Lord Dungrimm spilled out into the Temple slamming a large hammer upon many of the Mori causing the walls to collapse and providing time for escape. Duren glances back as he evacuates into the valley from the city and a bright light shines upon the mountain where his grand-son Balor rests. He squeezes his eyes closed from shedding a tear as he whispers a prayer for his fallen kin “ᚱᛖᛊᛏ ᛁᚾ ᛈᛖᚲᛖ ᛒᚨᛚᛟᚱ”. He hesitantly turns his body to continue the evacuation leaving his late grand-son in the care of Dungrimm. Duren and his great-grandson Balor II carrying the injured body of their Ireheart kin out of the mountains to safety. Once they reached the harbor the exhaustion from being the vanguard at the Temple finally overcame them. Some stone years later, Duren & many other of the Dwarves have reached the survival lands of Failor and established Camp Dwed to subsist despite the odds. Though many of them had not rallied for so long since the exodus. They have managed to continue their councils without even proper courts or temples. Celebrations and ale-pouring commonly occur as the camp cherishes the life spared to them by the Gods and also mourning for those who were lost. Even in the face of insecurity the Dwarves of Urguan keep to the pursuit of Yemekar, striking the earth!

the amount of cope in this thread is unreaaaaallll. the rule on smp was there are no rules if you want rp go back to your /main rp server. enjoy what ever rp you can manage to find there on temp map

I love me a good survival server

Duren finds the note placed on top of the meeting table in the underground bunker of Savoy as he glares at the page squinting his stoned eyes as he immediately reads the insults "Wot did some'un duh to dis hot head dwed. I'uono wot tuh fock is goin on."

Draco looks upon his descendent Hilda very proudly as he seats himself in his light decorative armor and casts a joyful elderly grin under the shadow of his helm. "My great-granddaughter has a studious mind loike her old man. If she keeps up the good work she could resemble a true relic of her ancestors."

Infiltrating and disabling siege weapons undetected on Red Faith Paradon, Donovan Ruric.

You're more schizo RP experience was when Eath'Lur defeat Hu-din and the Dark Shaman Kulgarok for the Rexdom. That was a banger moment in your character's life lmao

In Axios, I once played my Shaman Orc who called upon the magical strength of his ancestors as he engaged in mortal combat against DPMagician's Undead Gorkil Orc. A glorious battle of faith between Krug & Iblees fought between 2 old friends that chose separate paths. My character Falum'Lur was also smitten by lightning and died but was resuscitated by another bolt of lightning. My orc's shaman mentor was able to attune him afterward with the Storm Elemental Spirits.

Lack of Organization Lack of Cohesion between Clans Easily painted as bad guy, pressured by foreign alliances/kingdoms Treated unfairly as villains by Staff Unsecured Traditions Foreign races appropriating Shamanism as their own Less focused on Ancestors, and more on the ambitions of Immortals Shaman Community practically dissolved Shamanism Rewrites Forcing PKs on Orcs at earlier ages Ologs changing to Creature Applications from being a main sub-race Unregulated amount of Greater Spirits Constant cycling of Rexdom Constant changing of Orc government Athera-Vailor and mid-Axios was probably the last time Orcs had a secured culture, but it's just been a rollercoaster of defeats each map since. There have been some achievements over the maps after that, but never amounted to anything beyond skirmishes aside from the Elysium Siege. LoTC Orcs have such a unique culture aside from any of the other Orc conceptual cultures (LoTR, Warhammer) that people play by. It is just very sad to see such a great main race withering away.

Duren 'the Deathless' Ireheart spectated in horror as the dwarf who murdered his father, Dreek II, began stabbing himself in the neck in a suicide attempt among the senate court room. "Da age has made da lad fall ta madness. Aye a manifestation o' dark times indeed."

ᛞᚢᚱᛖᚾᛋ ᚡᛖᚾᚷᛖᚾᚲᛖ Upon returning from a long journey Duren Ireheart embraces the many clan kinsmen in the halls but there was one he looked forward to seeing the most. Yet the beardling grandchild he raised would never appear. The Clan brought upon the hard truth of Balor’s demise by those of San’Velkuz bringing a fury of Duren’s beard. Amidst the counsel of his kin, memories of Balor’s trials return, creating a strong conviction within the Clan. A personal grudge shall be placed upon those of Krug until the individuals of the crime have been brought to justice. An investigation will take place and should any resistance be met will result in displays of Dungrimms arts. Retribution shall be manifested as the natural and just refund for harm.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

applauds the signing and prepares arms with a great conviction towards the draconic menace and many obstructions of Yemekar's Peace. He then takes respite in the Hall o' Heroes of the Clan Hall passing by the Dragon-Slayer Emperor and the many great Kings of the past until a response is heard.