Hot_Dip

Clan Father Hamnil Frostbeard signs

Hamnil Frostbeard would dump all his pillaged treasures on his carpet before laying down in the pile and making a Loot angle then yelling "**** yee knife ears"

Hamnil would Receive the notice about his nefews upcoming funeral. He’d bow his head remembering the time before himself and Edel began their feud, when they fought off urguan legionnaires back to back to defend some helpless jornheim youngsters and when they constructed the walls of New jornheim together. “Even though yeh were a pain en me arse yeh were still meh nefew and ah will miss yeh an teh days behfor our quarrels” he’d say to himself quietly before going back to his work on the blueprints for the new Military district

Hamnil would read the notice and nod and set out to congratulate his pal on the new title

Hamnil Frostbeard would read the letter about his fathers corination with a smile "Narvak oz Garrond! Narvak oz Kaz'ulrah!"

Hamnil Frostbeard would hear the news from his comrades and chuckles uncontrollably at the unlikely story. Wot a bunch ah pusseh's, but wot can ye expect frum tose pompos' ta'l ears.

7th of the Deep Cold, 1646 On this day onwards, I, High King Hamnil of clan Frostbeard, do hereby declare my desire to step down from the throne of the Kingdom of Kaz’Ulrah, to be succeeded by the honorable Torvin of Clan Blackaxe. This is to be done, mainly because Torvin has been an experienced dwarf, able to take on tasks a King should be able to take. My tasks lies with the reformation of my clan. This order is to be executed immediately. And so it is ordered. May this decision improve the life of the Dwed. His Majesty, Hamnil Frostbeard, High King of Kaz’Ulrah, Clan Father of the Frostbeards, Protector of the Dwedmar and Arduke of the city of Kal’Tarak

Hamnil Frostbeard would finish reading the letter before turning to his few remaining brothers and the rest of his frosty kin before saying- Oi will need ye all wit me. Oi cannae do thes alon’ He would them turn to walk away shedding a tear, remembering the good times with his father.

Hamnil Frostbeard would shed a tear at the news of his grandfathers death. Narvak oz Gorum

Kal'Tarak

10th of Malin's Welcome, 1641 Hamnil Frostbeard would be sitting at his table, eating his dinner while in deep thought. He would finish his meal before getting up and going to his desk. Sitting down he would grab his pen and a piece of paper and begin to write. "My Sons, My brothers, My friends, After long thought and a lot of inner conflict I have come to the decision to pass back the position of clan father to my Blood father Garrond Frostbeard. My reasoning for this is my own but I will tell you this. I do believe the clan was given to me well before I was ready and I have yet to develop some skills that running a clan takes. While I do believe some think me a well suited clan father others do not. I have solved many problems within the clan yet I have undoubtedly created numerous new ones. I may one day regain the title but for now I think it best lies with my father. This change will also give me the opportunity to give my full dedication to being the kings hand to Verthaik II which will be needed greatly in the upcoming months. I will serve as an elder to my father and still have a lot of say in the clan but I will be more focused on helping out the High King. I think it is in the best interest of the clan to have someone more knowledgeable in clan culture and history to fill the position as clan father. Let it be known that Hamnil Frostbeard son of Garrond son of Gorum First of his name and first beardling in history to become clan father of the Frostbeard clan is passing the title on. Narvak oz Garrond, Narvak oz azwyrtrumm." Hamnil Frostbeard would give the paper one last read before sending it off with a grin

Hamnil Frostbeard would raise his mug in the air and yell "Narvak oz Frostbeard, Narvak oz Verthaik, Narvak oz Kaz'ulrah!"

*would shrug*

Out-Of-Character Information What’s your Minecraft account name?: Hot_Dip What timezone are you in?: Atlantic Standard How old are you?: 16 Are you aware the content and interactions on this server may not be appropriate for children under the age of 13? (You won’t be denied for being under 13): Yes Have you read and agreed to the rules?: I have. What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The rule I agree with the most would have to be the one concerning harassment. Harassment is immature and can ruin the RP experience for a fellow player. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): No How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: I used to be in a skype chat for Lord of the Craft and Just all the constant talk about events and stuff happening on the server just got me interested in becoming a part of the community. Link(s) to past Whitelist Applications (If applicable): Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes I have. Definitions What is Roleplaying?: Playing or acting as a character that is not yourself in a way where you feel as if you are said character. What is Metagaming?: Metagaming is when a player does an action or takes on knowledge that their character should not be able to know or do. What is Power-emoting (Powergaming)?: Powergaming is when someone only works toward an end goal without thinking about current events or situations. this can affect their experience or their fellow players experience. In-Character Information Character’s name: Hamnil Ironspine Character’s sex: Male Character’s race: Mountain Dwarf Character’s age: 263 Biography: After the fall of Kal'Urguan Humurra and Thavraek Ironspine (two survivors of the undead's destruction) fled west into a pine Forest where with the help of some other fleeing dwarves established a small settlement of small pine cabins, hunting and trading with nearby towns and villages. 10 years after the demise of Kal'Urguan Humurra and Thavraek had their first child and named him Hamnil After Thavraeks great grandfather Hamnil Goldtooth. Hamnil was a good willed young dwarf always trying to think of ways to help the members of their small Forest community. He usually did so by helping out the hunters, with all the animals they brought back they always had something to keep him occupied. Everyone in the village loved the young cheery dwarf and in even the most dreadful times he always brought smiles to their faces. On his 20th birthday his father sat him down and told him about his past and all the stories from when he was young then telling him he wanted him to set out and leave the village and to make something of himself since there was nothing for him in the small village. He set out two days later with 17 coins, his father's donkey and the excitement of experiencing new things. He traveled for 2 days through the forest until he reached a small human town where he got himself a job assisting a local farmer and his cattle. For the next 5 years he went from job to job just barely getting by until he finally decided the the working life wasn't right for him so he set off once again on his donkey traveling from village to village over mountain through valley that’s how he lived his life for the prime years of it and long after never really having a true home. On the day of his 220th birthday he decided he wanted to settle down and build up a small cabin in the woods where he could hunt and watch nature for the rest of his days. However that’s not the ending. After living in peace for 40 or so years he grew bored of the settled down lifestyle and is looking to journey on until he finally passes. Personality Traits: Cheery Old man, Loves nature, Loves rabbit stew, Tendency to talk or sing to himself, Wise, Even though he is near the end of his days he still wants to explore and adventure, Hates thievery. Ambitions: Wants to see the world, Wants to write a book, wants to find a wife. Strengths/Talents: Hunting, Farm related abilities, Bird Calls, Knowledge, Fast runner for a dwarf. Weaknesses/Inabilities: Weak for a dwarf, Overweight, Bad social skills, Getting old. Appearance: Height is 3.6, Pale skin, Brown eyes Grey beard and big bushy eyebrows, Scar on left side of head from wolf, Fat, Bald. Skin: