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Nagorain Emberhorn took a good time to read as its been a while since he held a DNN newspaper. He drank his mead as he then continued to work at building port Goldhorn.

]=+ Clan +=[ Emberhorn “How fair the mount at Hollowbold, And bright the embers’ forge of old, [...] Alas their halls the darkness swept, And there, forevermore, it slept.” -The Song of Tumun-zahar The Aspects and Mannerisms += of the Emberhorns =+ The Emberhorns are fair of skin, with bright eyes the colour of emeralds, which shine beneath bushy brows. Their hair is auburn, and rarely worn long enough to braid-though oft-times the older Dwarves among them will decorate their beards with braids and clasps. The Clan-members are slightly less broad and stocky than most Dwarves, but are still possessed of barrel-like torsos and powerful arms well-suited to the hardy professions. Their ears are slightly leaf-shaped- a peculiarity which some believe results from a far Elven ancestor. Mention this to a member of the Clan, however, and you may swift find yourself a few teeth lighter. While some are grim, prideful, and solemn, they are seldom evil-hearted, and cruelty does not come naturally to them except in the rarest of cases. They are possessed of a fortune to rival those of the richest clans and individuals upon the Realm, and as such the Emberhorns are somewhat more inclined to display Urguan’s Curse than others. Even still, the Clan will often be willing to help those in need, and charity is common and encouraged. There is only one line of the Clan at present, that of Hodfair, though it is believed that there may be others which have not yet returned to the Kingdom of Dwarves. Dwed of this blood bear all the earmarks of Mountain Dwarves, but are not purely such-as stated above, it is quite likely that the Clan had an Elf in its ancestry, and even more-so that the Clan interbred extensively with Forest Dwarves of Clan Treebeard. Their affinity towards their slightly leaner build and willingness to welcome their forest-dwelling kin into their clan is testament to this. They dress in tones of green, brown, and other natural colours, preferring to stay away from brighter shades and considering them needlessly garish. They often ornament themselves with gold to some degree, with many wearing engraved golden clasps and jewellery in their beards. This also translates to their armour, which is traditionally enamelled green and gold. +=+=+=+=[=]=+=+=+=+ The Stones of += Tumun’zahar =+ Much of what is known today of the history of Clan Emberhorn finds its origins in the revered Tumun-zahar Stones, which were partially deciphered soon after the family's re-emergence in Axios. A series of seven stone-carved tablets, they appear to have been created around the year 800 by a skilled mason who used the moniker ‘the Keeper’. Of these stones, the first three detail the genesis of the Clan, and the last four various tales and stories of their exploits. Together compiled, they form the Song of Tumun-zahar, which is held in regard above all other relics of the family-though it was not always so, and a few of the stones (primarily the first few in the series) bear a great deal of wear and damage due to being at one point used as paving material. A central focus of the epic is the eponymous Citadel Tumun-zahar, known also as ‘Hollowbold’ in the Common Language. Said to have been constructed some thousand years ago by Dwarves fleeing an unnamed cataclysm (possibly a dragon,) it nestled among mountain peaks and was possessed of a vast underground system of natural caverns. Precious little is known of this burg save its name and reputation for tremendous beauty, for the Stones which regard its construction are among the most damaged. To further cloud the matter, the stories that are translated have a tendency to conflict in the location, structure, and size of the settlement. This has led some to believe that the “city” is actually several cities, spread out over a long period of time, and that the Song of Tumun-zahar is simply a retelling of much older stories. To quote the testament of the late Hodfair I Emberhorn, who spent many years translating the Song: “I shall tell it as it was told to me, many centuries ago, by my father-who heard it from his father, and his father from his father’s father, who had seen the glories of yore with his own eyes and beheld the founding of the great city Hollowbold, known as Tumun-zahar in the Old Tongue. Carved into the side of a great and mighty mountain by myriad stonemasons, the citadel stood defiant in the face of all tribulations. By hammer, chisel, axe and shield was built upon that mount the greatest legacy of our Clan, the likes of which shall never again upon this world be seen. Such beauty there was that even the hardest of Dwarven hearts softened to see it. But ask me not to tell of it fully, for even my own father did not know its tales, but for scraps and pieces which avail us naught. Perhaps it was, as they say, in days of old, or perhaps not-those secrets are lost but for the earliest of the Seven Stones, and all our will must now be bent to translating them.” +=+=+=+=[=]=+=+=+=+ += The Ram =+ While we know very little of the city itself, it is told that the lone mountain of which Hollowbold was carved was surrounded by verdant highlands, upon which was found wildlife diverse and varied. Among these there lived an unusually large and abundant type of mountain-ram, exceptionally woolly and twice as dangerous as the frozen moraines upon which it survived. The rams were possessed of a pelt-wool softer than any other, well-suited for garment, rug, and all manner of weaving- but perhaps more importantly, their swift cloven hooves could traverse the treacherous alpine paths better than any Dwarven pony. Their violent disposition and resistance to any sort of domestication, therefore, presented itself as an obstacle to be overcome. A late passage in the Song of Tumun-zahar tells that the dwarves of the colony attempted for many years to tame these so-called ‘Gabhar Rams’ to no avail, until the coming of a particularly lucky individual. The following excerpt from the Song details his victory over the largest animal in the herd, which led to the domestication of the species: "He leapt forth then, this tamer mad, whom in his hand a rope-length had, And with this made to gabhar bind. Lo! Ramhorn fierce, he kicked behind, for hempen bonds behooved him not, And dwed fell sprawling, temper hot. He tore his beard and cried aloud, To make return with spear he vowed. That clamour echoed through the peaks, There was a shattered, grinding shriek, And moraine swift came tumbling down. The dwed did sweat, and he did frown, And tumbled too, as not to fall, For snow, and ice, and boulders all, Came quick to bear upon his heel. He shut his eyes, his death to feel, But instead found himself aloft, As if by bough of tree. He coughed, And, baring frightened eyes, beheld, That by fair goat was he upheld. It bounded twice, s’if borne by wind, And as the falling glacier thinned, It set dwarf down upon the ground, Who reached fair up, removed its bond, And ever since, my sons, to fore, Gabhar and dwed, they fight no more." Whether it be true or fanciful, this passage records the beginning of a fruitful friendship which has lasted many generations, and in many ways defined the legacy of the Clan. The ram and its horns are often used in imagery, and the family employs them in everything from warfare, to caravans of goods, to shearing their wool for weaving. Members of the Clan who have proven themselves in war or other service to the family are said to have ‘earned their horns’, and receive the right to wear upon their helms the great spiralling antlers of the rams- a fearsome sight. Artificery, however, is not the only thing in which the rams have contributed to Clan’s culture, for they are also the inspiration of the Clan’s modern name-though it is never once mentioned outright and was never used to refer to the progenitors of the family. The passage is such, and recounts a battle against goblins late in the Song: And in that fateful charge of auld The dwedish clan, those brothers bold Dealt death unto the eldritch dark, Threw down their enemy, and hark! From that brash clamour embers flew, ‘Pon clashing horns, and bloody dew, which fell like rain upon the ground. And filled was glen with death’s grim sound. From which was gathered the name ‘Emberhorn’, and henceforth such was used to refer to the family in present times. The ram’s horns are also on the Clan’s banner, writ in gold upon a field of verdure. (if you are intrested in joining the clan, DM _d3f4lt_0 on discord, or respond here ill check on the forums daily!) TUMUN-ZAHAR!

Nagorain The Exile emberhorn, brother of Ordvair Emberhorn. Would pay Urguan a visit hoping to persuade Heffrum to act in reason and not escalate things further.

"Ah piteh but both in teh end arr good, mae Aerrund lead oos well!"

Damn.

Thumbrindal Grandaxe would make way to Urguan upon hearing rumors of division, he would make haste!

Somewhere in the world, an exiled dwarf by the name of Nagorain would shed a tear upon hearing the news of Danika, her death severed his last connection with this world, for he no longer had friends. She was the last friend he had to perish, yet their was a sense of comfort for her defiance to protect her child, which ensured her spot in Kaz'a'Dentrumm where she would enter the halls of the ancestors. To that he toasted his ale and drunk himself silly surrounded by no one else but rams. "TUMUN-ZAHAR DANIKA!"

Thumbrindal nods in approval as he makes way for the Iron Assembly.

Thumbrindal Grandaxe smacks his lips together as he read the missive on the DNN"Yemekar be praised!"he'd proclaim before continuing on with his duties.

Thumbrindal Grandaxe, passes the missive to his kin of Bogrin, all already rallied in their halls sharpening their axes! "we await oor kengz call kin!"

Thumbrindal nods in approval as he unpacks his bagage for he travelled far and wide to find knowledge for his clan. "By Yemekar, Grand Keng Ulfar speaks just and woise, he ain't t'e young beardlin oi met ane'mo but a true face of teh dwedmar people, hear hear kin of Urguan, we clan Grandaxe support t'is wit'oot doubt!"

Thumbrindal writes an angry letter to canondom management"hur dur, t'at will show em!"he'd proclaim as he too would spread wanted posters of the so to speak 'Ser Lug'

Thumbrindal was on the road as he would get word from a raven carrying the seal of Urguan, upon reading it he'd nod in approval"seems t'is is resolved..."he'd mutter to himself.

Thumbrindal drank with his brother Gimgrimmor in the tavern as a courier came handing a letter with seal of the clergy, upon reading it he would let out a sigh and show it to his brother before bursting out in laughter. He would quickly finish up his drink and take his farewells from his brother before returning to Urguan, duty once again calls.

Ferrymen are great, they totally did not force me to write this postive comment while keeping my wife's bf hostage in the other room.

Welcome!

Due to lack of a clan hold, Thumbrindal spend time in the tavern writing up documents, he then sees his wife bring him a paper with a Grimgold seal. He opens it and reads it before nodding to his wife. He burns the letter and carries on knowing that Ulfar is the better choice.

-= In defence of Ulfar =- As elections loom and our kin vote for the future of our nation, it came to our mutual notice that not all candidates play fair, one candidate threw dirt by means of propagandizing Ulfar’s name to mock, defame and lie towards the citizens of Urguan. Comparing him to the second coming of the Ironborns. This claim alone is enough to start a grudge to end one clan for good. Most clans are as young as a beardling, they are lucky to not have witnessed what we Frostbeards and Grandaxes did, during the times darker than the Khorvadic Empire, The War of The Beards, where brothers slew each other for power, to become a petty king of a nation in turmoil. Both of our clans stood on opposite sides during that time, division brought nothing but loss, regression and suffering. Now we stand united as two mountain clans that share Ulfar’s vision to shape Urguan as our ancestral Father aimed it to be, a mutual House where we all live together. We publicly state our support for Ulfar Starbreaker as the worthy candidate to ascend the throne. For he does not need to sully the other candidate's name to prove a point. Signed Grungot Frostbeard, Clan Father of the Frostbeards, Skeleton-Bane, Veteran of Kaz’Ulrah Thumbrindal Grandaxe, Clan Father of the Grandaxes, Captain of the Aelsling, Thane-I Meatfists, Priest of Dungrim

Bald-Wyn the Sutican awakens from his sleep as he picks up his sword to defend Sutica.

Taher Al-Jameel shook his head in disbelief on how Hyspia threatens Allah's humble servants" If only they had the wisdom of The Sheikh to assess the situation rather than barking like a wild dog, but even dogs can be thaught discipline."

Rise kin of Urguan! [!] the missive would be hung across the city of Urguan, for citizens as travellers to read. -= ⚙ =- The departure of our former King Grelu weighs heavy on our hearts, but we cannot afford to dwell in sorrow. In times of crisis, a Grand Kingdom requires a leader, a beacon of hope to guide us through the darkness. I, Thumbrindal Grandaxe of the Blackaxe lineage, humbly step forward as a candidate to continue the noble work of our predecessors. I carry not only their dreams but also the aspirations of our kin, striving to turn them into reality. Born amidst the strife of Axios and witness to the fall of our Great nation during the War of The Beards, I emerged as a war orphan, alongside many dispossessed beardlings, into the newly formed Kaz’Ulrah. Through sacrifice and a burning desire to reform our Grand Kingdom, I with my brothers and sisters of the Steelheart Culture rebelled against the kinslayer Kingdom. We carved out the foundations of Agnarum from Azgaryum’s depths. As king Fimlin’s High Prospector, I ensured our coffers overflowed with ores and gems, providing luxury for our kin. I oversaw Thumrilgrad with my beloved brother Gimgrimmor, sheltering the Kirkja Dverga when no other refuge was found. I grew up beside my friend Bjor ‘Sugartits’ Cottonwood, I stood beside him in his noble sacrifice against the Alar threat that almost wiped Heffrum into extinction. To this day, I bear the scars of that day as a testament to our shared struggles. My vision for Urguan is one of unity and inclusivity, where kin can thrive together, united against the true enemy that threatens Aevos. -= Unity =- Aevos, the continent we made our home, faces an imminent threat. Yet, instead of uniting, we find ourselves mired in internal discord. Meanwhile, our true enemy grows stronger with each passing day. Our nation’s strength lies not in division, but in unity forged through duty, tradition, and the honoring of our ancestors. The Grand Kingdom of Urguan has stood the test of time, a testament to our resilience and pride. It is within my focus as a potential King to address our internal conflicts through dialogue, compromise, and reconciliation. Let us set aside our differences, bury the hatchet between clans, kin, and residents of Urguan, and forge ahead together towards a brighter future. Yet, let us not forget that our realm exists within a larger tapestry, where alliances and treaties extend beyond the confines of our borders. It is my solemn duty as your king to honor the commitments made by our predecessors, preserving the sacred pacts that have safeguarded our realm for generations. Furthermore, I pledge to forge new alliances to safeguard our realm from threats beyond our borders. Together, united, we shall stand strong against any who would dare challenge our sovereignty. Let us march forward, resolute in our unity and unwavering in our defense of our homeland! -= Our Might =- The War against Veletz showed our prowess and might but left us depleted. It showed its cracks when our beloved former King Grelu suffered setbacks at enemy hands, the Azdrazi. Now, Aevos faces threats from the dark forces of Khorvad. We must strengthen ourselves or risk defeat. If chosen as your king, my first decree will be to reinstate mandatory military service, that being organizing training every stone month, where everyone is to be expected to attend, this will prepare us for when our nation is actually under threat and ready to send our foes to an early grave! Active legionnaires attending training will receive tax exemptions for their homes, among other benefits for the defenders of our nation. Those who fight during active conflicts will be compensated with minas and allowed to keep enemy spoils. Let us show that the Descendants of Urguan stand firm against adversity! -= The Moot =- Our Moot, though cherished, has become chaotic, stalling important matters and leaving them forgotten. I propose organizing it better: addressing topics in advance, giving time for preparation, and establishing a queue during the Moot for orderly discussion. Furthermore, I pledge to prioritize the wisdom of the kin of Urguan, recognizing that while a king’s council may lighten the load, it is the voices of the people that truly illuminate the path forward. After all, who better understands the heartbeat of our city than those who call it home? -= Religion =- Throughout our history, our faith has faced formidable trials, challenges that shook the very foundations of our existence. Yet, through the guidance of our esteemed High Prophets and their devoted Priests; we have found clarity and direction in the darkest of times. However, it grieves me to witness their diminished role, resulting in their unjust removal from their respective seat. It is time to rectify this grave error. My aim is to restore the rightful position of the High Prophet, granting them a seat beside the others that sit beside the Throne. They must have a voice where they can directly address their concerns to the throne and the people. I am committed not only to bridging the divide between State and Faith but also to reintroducing the rich tapestry of dwarven culture into our daily lives, Through the establishment of holidays, celebrations, and feasts dedicated to our Gods, ancestors, and community, we will rekindle the bonds that have grown distant over time. Together, let us revive our heritage and strengthen the unity that defines us as a proud dwarven nation. -= Respect =- In the heart of every true dwarf lies a deep respect for our elders, ancestors, and state officials. Yet, I’ve noticed this reverence waning. Let us NOT forget that their sacrifices built our Great Nation. They defended us against enemies, creating the foundation for our dwarven cities, clans, and culture. I vow to restore the honor due to clan leaders, elders, and officials. To Mountain dwarves, cave dwarves and forest dwarves alike. Together, let us ensure their efforts are respected and appreciated, securing a prosperous future for all dwarves. The fate of our great nation lies within your hands, kin of Urguan! Choose me as your King, and together, we shall honor the legacy of our ancestors by standing strong against adversity, united in our resolve to conquer every challenge that dares to confront us! “BIG BEARDS UNITE!” “NARVOK OZ URGUAN!” RISE KIN OF URGUAN! Signed Thumbrindal Grandaxe, Clan Elder of the Grandaxes, Captain of the Aelsling, Thane-I Meatfists, Priest of Dungrim Gimgrimmor Metalfist, Kazamar’ka’az-I Ithorrym, Lord Thane of Whatever de ****, Master Smith and Forge Father of Drogan’Var, Lord Thane of Thumrilgrad, Thumbrindals older brother and campaign manager

t'ats a grudgin! Insulted oor tavern, cannae let t'at sloide!"Thumbrindal stated in anger.