Nooblius

Absolutely awesome, really like the concept. I hope it gets through, even if the combative parts are nerfed. The storytelling spells seem really interesting to me, would honestly love to have it for the RP I used to do on Norli way back.

ᚢᛚᚱᛟ-ᚡᛖᛚᛖᚱᚨᚴ-ᛖᚱᛟᚾ-ᛞᚨ-ᚱᚺᚨᛞᚨᚡ’ᚴᚨᚱᚨᚨᛞ ᚾᚨᚱᚡᚨᚴ-ᛟᛉ-ᛞᚨ-ᚴᛁᚱᚴᛃᚨ-ᛞᚡᛖᚱᚷᚨ THE EMPEROR FATHER ᛞᚨ-ᛟᚱᚨᛗᚨᚱᚱᚢᛗᛗ-ᚴᚨ'ᚨᛉ On the 18th of Amber’s Cold, in the Twenty-Ninth Year of the Second Age , under the plagued city of Luciensburg an elder son of the mountain snow fought amongst few kinsmen and more strangers against the ratiki horde. It was of no immediate threat to the retired emperor or his folk, but even in his white bearded old age he sought it best to devote himself to Dungrimm’s glory and vanquishing enemies of Khaz’A’Dentrumm. Here he gave to the world one final gift, his dying breaths spent protecting a home far from his own. Such was the way of Rhewen ‘Papa Bear’ Frostbeard, a selfless dwarf dedicated in entirety to his nation, taking on countless duties and sacrifices throughout his long life to bring glory to Urguan and the honored Elder Clan Frostbeard. Unlike many of his fellow longbeards, he never ceased to serve Urguan so long as he could find his way to its halls, and never did he put his own interests or his clan's interests over his gods. Paragon Rhewen ‘Papa Bear’ Frostbeard was a formidable yet warmhearted dwarf, being both the founding emperor of Vandurguan and father of countless Frostbeard Clan traditions and lines. Renown for his great feats of conquest, he saw the dwarves through the terrible Eighteen Years War started by his predecessor, bringing a stalemate out of an imminent defeat to the Empire of Oren, then later forged the second dwarven empire through the vassalization of Vandoria and Khalestine. He reigned as Lord of the Frostbeards for many decades and is credited as the source of numerous traditions of the clan, and many times throughout its history had he stepped in to bring it to honor and glory. Chief among his achievements, however, was the mandate of Khaz’A’Dentrumm by which through divine runic magic the dwarves witnessed Rhewen be crowned and blessed by an ancient king with the true crown of Urguan Silverbeard. Into his retirement Rhewen still served, reforming his clan a final time and dying in the depths of Luciensburg whilst fighting Ratiki forces endangering his kin and allies. For his legendary feats of valor and sacrifice, Rhewen Frostbeard has been recognized as a Paragon of Dungrimm. NARVAK OZ RHEWEN, NARVAK OZ KHAZ’A’DENTRUMM Prelate of Anbella, Seer of Hefrumm Prelate of Ogradhad

ᚢᛚᚱᛟ-ᚡᛖᛚᛖᚱᚨᚴ-ᛖᚱᛟᚾ-ᛞᚨ-ᚱᚺᚨᛞᚨᚡ’ᚴᚨᚱᚨᚨᛞ ᚾᚨᚱᚡᚨᚴ-ᛟᛉ-ᛞᚨ-ᚴᛁᚱᚴᛃᚨ-ᛞᚡᛖᚱᚷᚨ THE PROPHET’S RETURN ᛞᚨ-ᚴᚨᚱᚾᛖᛋ-ᛖᚱᛟᚾ-ᛞᚨ-ᚴᛁᚱᚴᛃᚨ'ᛏᚺᚱᚢᛗᛗᚨᛉ I wish to announce that after the resignation of Brynaelda Grandaxe that I, Norli Starbreaker, shall be taking her place and returning to my former position of High Prophet. Brynaelda had hosted countless festivals with high attendance from broad audiences, bringing the traditions of Khaz’A’Dentrumm to new folk and bringing new understandings to the faithful of Urugan. Though lamentable the context, glorious is the return of the beloved prophet. Having served the clergy and kingdom for a century, my experience is unparalleled within the younger generation of our people. I will focus the clergy on the direction I had designed in my previous reforms and go further, which I believe best to encourage worship of the Brathmordakin through actions and works as according to the traditions of Khaz’A’Dentrumm. We shall continue my previous efforts to establish rites and ceremonies for each hallowed host of Khaz’A’Dentrumm, to ensure that each god has consistent worship offered in their name. May Paragon Hogarth Irongut smile upon us as we continue his work, he who had first instituted the many shrines for each member of the Brathmordakin. We shall continue to expand on the opportunities and benefits of the priesthood, as service to the gods should be held in high regard amongst our society. Whether with or without financial support of the Grand Kingdom, I shall personally ensure that kirkdenmar are cared for. We shall further expand the Nozagar’Kron, adding new writings into the faith for our passed Paragons and Heroes to cement their glory and honor to be remembered by all generations of beardlings to come. A major problem in the modern worship of the Brathmordakin is the lack of ancestor veneration, a lack of proper recognition for the great dwarves of the past. Upon my return, the clergy will resume the creation of writings for Paragons and Heroes, accompanied with feasts at their completion, as well as looking back into our history to see what dwarves have been forgotten who should be admitted into the honored statuses of Paragon and Hero of the Brathmordakin. This shall be the topic of the inaugural clergy wide meeting of my reign, as I have already composed a list of many I consider worthy. I make a call to the various dwarves of the nation who feel the call of the Brathmordakin to seek me for service in the ranks of da Kirkja Dverga. I call not only the scholar, but any who know the love for honorable labor in the name of our ancestors, Paragons and Gods. NARVAK OZ DA KIRKJA DVERGA, NARVAK OZ BRATHMORDAKIN

Terraria Crimson, absolute pog moment. Jokes aside, looks interesting and I think helps develop the metaphysics lore of LOTC, what with possibilities of realms beyond Aenguldaemon and Mortal Plane, though I imagine it'd require some heavy amendments to other world lore pieces to fit evenly. But what do I know? Very cool! +1

One more write and I can see Loremags pinged! One more vote and we redo everything, woahOhOhOh!

I am going to link the entirety of my rune rewrite and ask you for feedback. /s 1) What are your thoughts on dwarves in LOTC? 2) Do you remember Llryia fondly or negatively? I remember RPing with you there once on Norli when he was hunting for dark mages, lol.

The Ancient Lodge of Runesmiths. RUNE LORE ᚠᚢᚲᚴ-ᛃᛟᛋᚺ We’ve been denied by you since I don’t know when, So I’ve written my last, it must come to an end. Look at our lore, will it ever pass? I don’t know how, but I suddenly drop IQ, Midget pride burns within my soul~ One more write and I see Loremags pinged, One more vote and we redo everything - woahOhOhOh! ZAHREMIMA! HERE WE GO AGAIN! MY MY, WHEN CAN WE GET OUR LORE? ZAHREMIMA! WE WROTE IT AGAIN! MY MY, PLEASE ACCEPT OUR F#CKING LORE! Yes, we’ve been denied now six times, And now likely seven more to go! Why-why, did we make Josh write the lore? Zahremima! Now I really know, That I, should not have let it go! [Bag Pipes] We’ve been bitter and mad with the ST it’s true! I can’t count all the rants that we’ve had over you! Then I see it, when I read the feedback, And just for once, I think we might have a f#cking chance, Inspiration burns in my soul~ One more write and I see Loremags pinged, One more vote and we redo everything - woahOhOhOh! ZAHREMIMA! HERE WE GO AGAIN! MY MY, WHEN CAN WE GET OUR LORE? ZAHREMIMA! WE WROTE IT AGAIN! MY MY, PLEASE ACCEPT OUR F#CKING LORE! Yes, we’ve been denied now six times, And now likely seven more to go! Why-why, did we make Josh write the lore? Zahremima! Even if you say, Hard shelved, nothing like this ever! Zahremima! It’s a game we play, Hard shelved, doesn’t mean forever! ZAHREMIMA! HERE WE GO AGAIN! MY MY, WHEN CAN WE GET OUR LORE? ZAHREMIMA! WE WROTE IT AGAIN! MY MY, PLEASE ACCEPT OUR F#CKING LORE! Yes, we’ve been denied now six times, And now likely seven more to go! Why-why, did we make Josh write the lore? Zahremima! Now I really know, That I, should not have let it go!

Norli hums a jovial working tune as he carves out stones from the side of the Hollow Mountain of East Fleet when he hears the great shake of the earth. He looks around, his attention turned upward to the northern skies, before in his peripheral he catches a glimpse and his heart skips a beat. The dwarven prophet's expression turns to a mixture of utter confusion and awe as he glimpses the silhouette of the city of Ando Alur float into the sky. Having a less than favorable perception of flying citadels of magical scholars, he begins to scream at the top of his lungs.

Norli Starbreaker, Father of the Articles, smiles that his long time friend Ulfric Frostbeard had finished and published what he had begun. He would certainly remember the kindness of the Lord Justiciar who finally freed him from political service.

Norli Starbreaker, though weaver of deception and countless lies, smiles in comfort knowing he holds no high tower nor mansion as he is homeless.

Norli Starbreaker's great bushy beard shivers as he hears the news. "I think en all my toime as High Prophet, all service I had done ta Yemekar pales en comparison ta da great work done en Kal'Mugdor under da leadership o' Dorimnur. Et will take an immeasurable effort ta measure up ta his capabilities en bringin' da labor o' Yemekar ta all dwarves. I pray we may be gifted with a new Pick who es even a fraction as good as Dorimnur."

Khaz’A’Dentrumm hung high in the night sky when Norli Starbreaker roused his children and wife from bed, rambling about an imminent threat. Not long after he had packed all his personal belongings and left the prestigious palace of the Grand King, Urguan’s crown resting on the desk. No threat ever came to Kal’Darakaan, however, and more likely had one left. The bane of many dwarven kings - Ambition. The curse of Khorvad weighs heavy on every dwarven crown, and after a century of schemes on Norli not least. Though his beard was longer and more gray than most in Urguan, the prophet was still young and certainly a tragedy for his age that he had succumbed to madness, though it would not be an unfamiliar experience for him. Norli had fought with a torrent of voices for long before he was even High Prophet as those closest to him may know, a psychological scar suffered from the Battle of Jornheim Fields. With the blessings of the Brathmordakin Norli had turned such into inspiration for ballads, poems and scriptures, but with the paranoia of the Northern War and the pandemonium of dwarven politics Norli lost the ability to control his ‘divine inspiration’, and hence did he make leave one random night. Past the Markets of Kal’Darakaan and the forges of Kal’Mugdor, Norli guided his family in secret to a small nook in the underrealm where blessed to be in the company of a caring wife, the bearded lady Bryldryn Grandaxe, he is kept for so he may one day return to health. But still the prophet lingers, hidden under stone and shadow; Scheming Away.

who's the best landlord?

based and titanium pilled

i might have to make a visit

Reece this isn't a question but more so a firm pat on the back. You're a passionate guy, and earnest too. Certainly more kind and understanding than you used to be, and frankly that's a compliment. The ability to self improve and to grow is far more important than remaining the same. I think if you continue to develop the caves both build and lore wise, you can really help Urguan's environment and atmosphere feel much more developed and storied, something often lacking on LOTC.

Go forth son. Avenge me. @SoulReapingWolf

IGN: Nooblius43 RP NAME: Norli Starbreaker AGE: ~270 ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: (If you ever want to see your Relics again, you will accept this ballot.) CANDIDATE: Grand Emperor Rhewen Frostbeard of Vandurguan

The Grand King of Urguan, though uninformed about his new military access to Talon's Port, is nonetheless pleasantly surprised. "Cool."

in fairness, I don't think people realize that minecraft is very poorly designed to handle large numbers. IMO, the bigger problem is how much we rely on the idea that warclaims will be large uncapped battles when we really should just know that's not feasible. I personally suggest Staff takes some time to focus on making a fleshed out lag contingency that's more developed and RP focused.

Somewhere under a mountain, Norli Starbreaker reminisces how his life's journey began with poetry. He ponders if more dwarven leaders in the future would be poets.

Grand King Norli Starbreaker stands at the highest peak in Almaris at the Shrine of Yemekar, looking northward as he pondered the upcoming conflict. Against the sounds of raging winds and birds flying by, he by miracle recognizes a distinct bell toll heralding the arrival of a ship. He jerks his head over his shoulder and squints as his gaze fixates on a small figure emerging, and he smiles. Things just got more interesting.