UnusualBrit

yeah remove the forums, remove discord, rp only

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"Craftdwarfship Rylanor, Dwarf! What's the point of using the word Dwed if you don't translate the rest!" Thalgrim pointed out nearby.

why is no one upvoting such a quality idea?

The Goldhand Clan Any dwarf with ambitions to acquire vast wealth is almost certainly a Goldhand. The Goldhand Clan are dwarven merchants at heart. They embody the utilisation of greed for dwarves and the advantage it brings when dealing with others in trade matters. Quick-witted and always looking for a good deal, they often make up the upper echelon of dwarven society, constituting dwarven aristocrats. The Goldhands are devout worshipers of the Merchant Brothers, Armakak, the God of Trade, and Grimdugan, the God of Avarice. Every aspect of Goldhand affairs are permeated by their faith in the two Merchant Brothers, from the way they conduct business to their weapons and gear. A Goldhand seeks to balance both Armakak and Grimdugan, and over the course of joining the clan, they will learn how to do so. For Goldhands, to truly be in the Clan is to combine both aspects of the Merchant Brothers. Balance is an integral part of the Goldhand identity, and is praised. A true Goldhand believes and acts out the balance between Armakak and Grimdugan. By this, they praise and enact The Merchant Brother’s will through their work. Money makes the world go round. They believe that not might, but MONEY makes right. Anything can be achieved for the right price. "Born of the First Merchant, Tungdil Goldhand. Said to be descended from The Merchant Father himself. With Gold and Silver flowing through your body. Priceless gems adorning your clothes. Coin filling your pocket. You are of a Noble Clan. You are a Goldhand." Perhaps centuries ago, these words rang true. However, in Almaris, the Clan Lord Conan Goldhand returned to see that the clan vault stood empty. Indeed the most dreadful sight a Goldhand could ever imagine. To restore the clan to its former glory, a new set of rules and traditions has been introduced to restore the clan to its former glory. THE RULES OF TRADING Created by Conan Goldhand, The Rules of Trading can be seen written in gold on the front page of The Book of Trades: The Rules of Trading make up the fundamental philosophy each Goldhand must follow. It is the only way to please the Merchant Brothers and the First Merchant. Every Goldhand must swear an oath to follow the Rules of Trading. Any Goldhand deemed to have broken the rules is permanently exiled and deemed unworthy. GREED IS GOOD DO NOT TRUST ANYONE WEARING ROBES BETTER THAN YOUR OWN EVERYONE IS A POTENTIAL CUSTOMER YOU CANNOT MAKE A DEAL WHEN YOU ARE DEAD THE MORE GOLD YOU HOARD, THE HIGHER YOUR PRICE WILL BE AT THE AUCTION OF THE DEAD ONCE YOU HAVE THEIR MINA, NEVER GIVE IT BACK. OPPORTUNITY PLUS INSTINCT EQUALS PROFIT A GOLDHAND WITHOUT PROFIT IS NO GOLDHAND AT ALL WAR IS GOOD FOR BUSINESS PEACE IS GOOD FOR BUSINESS A GOOD LIE IS EASIER TO BELIEVE THAN THE TRUTH GOLD LASTS LONGER THAN FRIENDSHIP NOTHING CAN TARNISH THE SHINE OF GOLD ALL SALES MUST BE RECORDED IN THE BOOK OF TRADES TRADITIONS Clan Meetings Every two stone weeks, the entirety of the clan meets to discuss any new entrepreneurial ventures they have begun, market prices, and most importantly, how many trades they have made. Counting the Coin Ceremony At the end of each stone month, each Goldhand’s profit is counted and totalled up. It is then placed into the vault for safekeeping. A feast is held for the Clan Member who achieved the most trades that month. Burial A coin is placed over the deceased tongue, all the material wealth they managed to gather throughout their life is placed around them. Then they are cast in Gold. A summation of their life's value. HISTORY CLAN RELICS In typical Goldhand fashion, it would appear that most of the known Clan Relics have been hoarded away or bartered in some trade. The Scales of Tungdil The scales of Tungdil is an elaborately crafted device etched with jewels of many colors. It is not known if it holds any mystical powers, but for many within the clan, it would be seen as a device that would be used for measuring deals and used against those who have done the clan wrong. The Twin Swords Parathak and Krest Forged by Conan Goldhand from the remnants of the gold which was acquired in Kal'Urguan. The blades each represent one of the Merchant Brothers. Due to their material, they serve very little combative use apart from protection against the undead. The Great Book of Trades Within this leather bound book , on each gold leaf page lies every trade every successfully made by a member of the Goldhand Clan. Trials Any direct descendant of the First Merchant Tungdil Goldhand who swears to follow the Rules of Trading is welcome within the clan. Furthermore, any dwed with enough greed and enterprise may join the Goldhand Clan. As it stands, the clan currently has no trials. It is up to the judgement of the Clan Lord when a clanmate is ready to become a fully fledged member. Application

"Goran... WHAT!?" Thalgrim expressed in surprise at the missive while he sat in his home in Velec.

ᛞᛖᛚᛁᚢᛖᚱ ᛗᛖ ᛟᚺ ᛚᛟᚱᛞ GOLDENHAND ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛗᛁ ᛖᚾᛖᛗᛁᛖᛊ Lord Thalgrim Goldhand was walking the streets of Velec when a courier arrived with a message. Upon opening the letter, he found it had been sent from Bakir Ireheart, who wished to talk. Thalgrim sent word to his fellow Clanlord Rylanor, and the pair left to speak with Bakir in Urguan. The pair arrived in their Clan Hall; they were joined by Damona and descended the stone steps to meet with the Ireheart in his clan hall against Thalgrim’s better judgement, convinced by the automation Goldhand to see it through. Upon arrival, he encountered a band of thugs, the members of the Ireheart Clan. The gate shut behind him; loudly accused of cowardice and betrayal by Bakir, Thalgrim attempted to defend himself, but his protests were ignored. Seeing no escape but through violence against fellow Dwedmar, Thalgrim tried to bargain but was rebuffed. Taken to the forge, Bakir then forced his right hand into molten gold, crippling the Dwed and gold-casting the limb. With this done, among other payments, demanded for supposed slights from Rylanor, Thalgrim was escorted out of the Clan Hall. The dwarf had been deceived, lured into Urguan under false pretences, and accused of crimes he committed through no fault of his own. And Thalgrim knew that the Gods could not tolerate the dishonourable conduct of Bakir Ireheart, a Dwed who falsely claimed justice as cause for the mutilation he had inflicted upon the Aurokanar Lord. But Thalgrim knew too well that he must be patient and wait before vengeance could be his; this slight would not be forgotten. And so, the following was sworn in the aftermath of the crime. “I swear on all the gods that vengeance shall be mine. Dungrimm will grant me justice; whether it takes centuries, he will. And I curse the dishonourable cur Bakir Ireheart; may his soul never reach Khaz’a’Dentrumm. We will have our revenge.”

I've seen worse, but that was definitely a murder

"And what was the verdict of the council of Prophets on Garedyn?" Thalgrim frowned, wondering what on earth was going on behind those closed doors.

Have you tried looking for him James?

Let’s see Paul Allen’s kid

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Hi Charles you forgot my character Diblin Hammerfist son of Darek Hammerfist please put him back

Moderators are allowed opinions Reece.

I hope you find what your looking for.

Unfortunately Rukio is currently a prominent member of the ST and leader of a roleplay group, far too busy to be mod :)

u need to take ur pills

hi rukio

What did Noobli mean by this...?

Thalgrim wonders what induced Sigrun to comment such a strangely specific message, then again he wouldn't wonder, as he lacked the ability to see into others minds or hear their speech from elsewhere!

"Yemekar don't bless blades, Dungrimm does." The dwarf stated, remembering his own use of a similar phrase with a huff. "However I do hope this gives our lovely Ireshard kin a chance to vent all their anger in a controlled environment, and away from more civilised Dwedmar." Thalgrim commented at the missive in Adria, wondering if there was sufficient traffic to play his luck betting on the tournament.

<3 my calendar!!!

God Micky, don’t you know this is real, I see this! It’s a physical response to stimuli, it’s not a quirk!

Yeah, I do.