D3F4LT

Thumbrindal scoffs at the false religion, but is tolerant, as he would put the document in the fiction section in his clan's library!

The passing of the Axe [!] several letters were posted across the Captial of Dwed. “The anvil is hard so that it can help shape the blade. If life were easy, we would all be soft and misshapen shards of metal, tossed into a bin.” “This letter goes to all Grandaxes that reside within the lands of Urguan. My name is Thumbrindal, clan elder of the Grandaxe of the line of Blackaxes. The moment I returned from my travels. I met our clan mother Brynaelda, she was tired in her eyes, of her years leading the clan she talked about how great the clan was under her rule. But these warm years came to an end. She has decided to step down, which leaves our Clan without a representative. By now we have been scattered thin, yet, we have sent our ravens in hopes to unite our clan once more... Months have passed, few ravens returned. Too few to those that wish to take up the Axe and rebuild our Clan that is left astray. I am writing this to announce myself as a candidate to the position of Clan Father. For I believe our own actions have led to this stagnation. We all are to blame, but this does not mark our end. For even in the darkest hour in our clan history, we stood strong. Once I become clan father, my first act will be reforming the trials back to old. The old ways were what kept us going strong and steadfast. The trial of honor that Dhaen introduced is not supposed to be a trial, but a duty that every Grandaxe should abide. Aside from that, I plan to rekindle the true meaning of what it means to be a part of an elder clan. It's not just a group you are joining. It's a family, we are sons and daughters of Bogrin Grandaxe. We are warriors, we are brewers, we are the line of many kings that shaped Urguan! A wise Grandaxe once said, “alone we are a pebble, but with many we form a mountain!” Our paths are uncertain in these uncertain times, but I can assure you that as your clan father I will give my all to restore our clan back to its former glory, to teach them how to brew and fight and prepare the beardlings for what it means to be part of an elder clan, what it means to be a Grandaxe.” “I call upon all Grandaxes to take their time and think! The future of our clan is at stake here! Vote for me and I assure our clan will return to its former self, no matter how hard times are, I will give it my all!” Narvok oz Kathaikaz! [!] the letter contains a seal on the bottom of the content. Signed by Thumbrindal Grandaxe

An Adunian would be working among his kin as they started building their village. In the distance, a mailman arrived, delivering this missive. He thanked him as he offered him some fresh water from the well while reading it. Upon seeing the letter, he would chuckle as he gives a wave to the man as he continued his duty to deliver the other letters across Almaris. The Adunian would look at Lubba keep and shrug "see enough elves there, don't understand why different cultures of elves should unite as one, doesn't seem as something smart to do, imagine putting different kinds of fish in same pond, while among the fish you have those that are aggressive to one another or those that are stronger that will compete in the ecosystem and starve out the weak. What your 'people' need is time, the Grand kingdom of Urguan didn't form in a day, neither will the kin of Elves, in due time you will flourish once more, but it is not today or tomorrow."He'd mutter as he would pinched in his side by his fellow tribes members as they wondered what he was muttering about, he laughed as he said it was nothing before returning to the build site, almost finishing their last cottage.

there is no magic at lubba keep

Wyn II Var Norton would sit in the tavern, enjoying his whiskey with his fellow Adunians when suddenly a wild Orinmon Viradiraar appeared in Lubba, hearing the news, the Adunians burst out in laughter as they cheered to the new king of impures! Wyn II would raise his cup alongside the others as they welcomed him in their humble free state.

Thumbrindal claps his hands while smiling widely showing off his 2 remaining teeth while others are replaced with golden implants" I cannae fockin read"

IGN: D3F4LT RP NAME: Thumbrindal Grandaxe AGE: old ACTIVITY REQUIREMENT: Elder of clan Grandaxe (Legion, Guild, Home Owner, Clan List) CANDIDATE: Ulfric Heatbeard (pls give back me kids)

Thumbrindal would flush."S-sussy baka!" >w<

IGN: [redacted] Rp name: Thumbrindal Grandaxe activity: si senior. candidate: my fellow Grandaxe Levian'Tol

Thumbrindal Grandaxe reads the letter before looking at the sunrise wondering if Bjorn made it safely to the Halls of Khaz'a'Dentrumm, he'd nod as he grabbed his owl shaped smoking pipe. "T'e fault 'ere is not yers, ye maed a choice wit' t'e ot'e brot'es of t'e clan t'at caem wit' ye... a choice t'at ye cannot redo or set roig't, ye can onle' learn from it as t'ats 'ow we should move forward... blamin yerself isnt usefull as t'ey all knew t'e risks." He'd say to himself on a hill far away from anyone to hear him sing, he'd start taking puffs from his pipe and wonder if others will judge the same as he did.

Ign: MenDontGrunt Rp name: Thumbrindal Grandaxe Candidate: Durorn Ireheart

+1

hmmm, really intresting... how about selling slaves? did their value raise or did it drop?

Hi

no

Epic list will be remembered F

nice lightsaber

Nagorain would miss Grianne and remember the times when they travelled to Helena to insult longlegs for calling them 'short people'.

Wyn II Var Norton would chuckle at the empire’s “peace”. He would then just continue his personal investigation in Sutica.

Elronian Kaeronin would be happy to have work.

Elronian kaeronin would sign the petition

SaFeTy TeAm YaAaAy!!88!!!!888!!! a new age for Lotc members to learn to fight!!! gotta attend this one before it dissapears like my hopes and dreams.