D3F4LT

Thumbrindal looks at who wrote this letter before bursting into a laughter, a Grandaxe beardling would look at him with a curious voice as he asked him why he is laughing, upon he'd respond"an elgi wit' a wig"he'd say as tears would roll from his cheeks while he'd snicker trying to controll his laughter"b-bet t'at elgi is bald unde' t'at wig!"he'd say as he'd continue laughing clearly amused to how low an elf can go"oi 'ave seen mane' t'ings in me loife but a fockin elgi wearin a wig t'inkin 'e is part of some 'umre' societe' is t'e joke of t'e millenia!"he'd tear the missive and throw into the fire as he looks at the beardling"now w'ere was oi.. oh roig't, write down to t'e smit'ies to repair some armour sets for our clan, its toime t'e Grandaxes start wearing their ancestral armors once again!"

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

Thumbrindal looked over the public missive before simply heading towards his clan hall with his fellow Grandaxes"tonigh't we feast, tomorrow we brew!"

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.

Wyn II Var Norton looks over the news that would spread across Almaris, he'd let out a chuckle as he orders himself a whiskey at 'Le Savoyarde Selope' tavern that resides in Lubba Keep. He'd be joined with laughter and chatter in the background as he shows the letter around, making most express a relieved sigh before continueing with their celebration!

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?

Sleepy Elronian wakes up from his hybernation as he hears the birds sing cheerfully. "Alreade'?" he'd say to his mockingjay while grabbing his leather tunic. "well... i got to find my boots and sword init... "he'd shake his head looking around the cave he slept, leaving his trusted cave in direction of Hangmen keep.

"Damn oi want universal rights of the dwed kind instead a local one."Thumbrindal grumbles.

Wyn II Var Norton narrows his eyes reading this, wondering why this exists... before returning to his drawing desk.

Hi

Thumbrindal Grandaxe lets out a sigh hearing the news about Goldhands leaving Urguan"A shaem... but ye 'ave a point in... t'ey 'ave nae abilite' to appoint clan fat'es or clan mot'es ot'ewoise we aint Urguan but a corrupt state but seems loike it alreade begunto spread... oi dunnae agree wit' all t'is but glad t'is didnae end in bloodshed..."he'd mutter to himself locking himself up in his homemade dwelling somewhere in the mountains...

Goo'Lag'Raguk would cross his arms as he smiles while staring at the campfire"Id iz wagh id izzz...."

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