Forestdwarfman

"You've 'elped maneh and ac'ieved muc' mhe dear 'onorable kinsman.. Now join mhe whilst the foam still crowns our ale." Bjor 'Sugartits' Cottonwood welcomed the Emerald King at Dungrimm's table.

"Arh how far we 'ave come!" An elderly forest dwarf mumbled merrily and proud.

“T’e snail seems to have found its shell” The ancient little snail Druid mumbled toothlessly. 

"T'es es mhe a darn tragedeh.." The elderly little dwarf Knud wept.

"Whe s'uld do some song together..." The elderly forest dwarf mumbled with a toothless lisp, reaching for his old and poorly held together banjo. "Even the frogs wuld turn to dancing, and theh 'ate dancin.." 

"Now t'is es mhe ah true tragedeh.." Knud the ancient little snail druid mumbled with a toothless lisp upon hearing this most terrible news.

♫ Ya meaneh rude rat. You’d look betteh flat ♫

♫ Squoshed boi a ‘alfling’s shovel. A fate in whech whe revel ♫

♫ T’e farms ya’ll raid nae more,  for t’e peace we well restore ♫

♫ Now listen to mhe battle tune, fer ya’ll bhe flat soon ♫

[!] Knud would softly repeat these lines in a hum, guided by a slow calming melody brought forward by his banjo. He laid under the shadow of an old oak comforted by the returned peace of Honeyhill as the forest listened to his song.   

[!] While Knud sung this song, he'd play his trusty old banjo. ^

A Knud's tale song:

♫ Dwarf and gnome ♫

Through a night most eerie and dark

Forest deep and over mountain far

There was a duo, small of kind 

Of great age, they were nearly blind

They set out on a mighty quest 

To aid the druids with their pest 

This was no joke nor a jest

The druids needed two of the best

The earth was cracked, the soil split

Even the grove was torn to piece and bits

The volcano laid no longer dormant 

Being the druids greatest torment 

Knud and Forest said it shall not be

From these troubles you’ll be free

Give us direction and a day of three 

And we will travel over land and sea

((0:42))

Dwarf and gnome 

Far from home 

Yet never alone 

A volcano to be overthrown 

With great haste 

A volcano to face 

Put him in his place 

A great peril awaits

((Chorus x2))

And so the dwarves, took their leave 

Commenced a journey, which would not be brief

Into land, devoid of all green

One would only believe, if they had seen

Up the raging mountain ever steep

Over cracks with a leap 

Weary of travel yet no sleep 

For they needed to fulfill this mighty deed

Chorus x2 ((1:17))

Great heat, the two endured 

Smoke thick air, and vision blurred 

They passed rivers, of molten rock

Yet had not finished their adventurous walk

With their arrival, the mountain was displeased

It roared and rumbled like a great beast

But at last, the two reached the crown

Yet this was no king to which they’d bow 

You volcano did the druids wrong 

The two spoke in the volcano’s tongue 

Stop it now, they said clear and plain

Or you’ll suffer the wrath of my cane 

The mountain roared no, the dwarves said yes 

The volcano responded, oké perhaps

Its malevolent rule was no more

Under the threat of a cane he so swore 

The realm saved from great distress 

The dwarves had completed their mighty quest

The two sailed back, in need of rest

Back home again to their nest

There come a day the promise be broken 

Had the mountain’s vow been misspoken 

One be reminded who to call 

Be they in need of company mighty small

Instrumental solo followed by more chorus

[!] A depiction of the two elders facing off the raging wrath of the volcano.

In honor of Harold, the best halfling druid boy, rip. 

"His contribution to t'eh cause will nae bhe forgotten" The elderly druid Knud sighed after word had reached him. "Mah t'eh snails carreh 'is bodeh 'ome.."

"Arhh.. the Blackroot clan, mhe cousin 'asn't done so badleh." The bulky older Beorn Cottonwood grumbled with a laugh. "Ah foine addition to our kins historeh.." He mumbled, putting the writing away in his great records of all that is Hefrumm. 

"t'eh grow up so fast.." An elderly dwarf mumble with a toothless lisp, saddened yet proud at the beardling. 

Hell yea

[!] With this news, Beorn Cottonwood was reminded of times long past. Yazmorra had turned to their kin's village during the age of Acras, under his very own ruling at the time. The beardling still young and naive was new to all things dwarven, yet was eager to learn. From this little seed Beorn would come to see a fierce flower to grow and flourish as she, many years later, had taken on the responsibility of High Chief. A title not many had come to carry a long time in the past, giving up on their kin and their responsibilities, nor do justice. However, Yazmorra was different, her ever lasting love for her kin had driven her consistently, in which he could not help recognize his father. Even though there were years when the number of forest kin had sunken low, if even one would remain, so would the loving Yazmorra. A High Chieftess worthy of title in the image of his famed father Bjor. Beorn could only be proud at such achievement of his adoptive daughter. Let it be known that Hefrumm flourished right before Yazmorra Blackroot's descend from the wooden throne, and let us hope it will remain so for many years to come. 

Narvak oz Urguan. Narvak oz Hefrumm.

"Mmhhh good work.." The elderly druid, Knud, would hum with a wide toothless grin approving of his agent's work.

"Oh oie do lof ah guud parteh.. aunt Barbara alwahs broug't loveleh pumpkin poie oh oh" he'd hum toothlessly smacking his lips.. "aye partehs are koinda mhe t'ing.." The ancient dwarf, who sat on a little mossy bench near a muddy pond, would turn his gaze towards one of the pond's frogs. "ello?.. oie'm talking to ya aye.. bhe more attentive froggeh .." he'd mumble shaking his head at the little slimy frog which would mindlessly stare away.

"oh joyful lettle wee folk ah" An ancient dwarf would toothlessly chuckle peering down at the little drawings. 

"Arhhhh" A grumlbing joyful cheer could be heard "Mhe lettle lass getten beg fast ehm.." The proud Beorn say with a grin ever so wide before turning to his son. "Aye boy, abut toime ya get yerself ah lasseh nae? Harharhar" he'd laugh warmly patting the bulky shoulders of his son. 

Forest dwarves are quite the superior race.

IGN: PapaBjor

RP NAME: Knud

CANDIDATE: Knud, and if his shadow ruling must be kept secret, Durorn Ireheart

Knud’s very utterly secret open message

“To Axel Ireheart and his respectable clan, I formally write this very secret open letter like the owl that hoots in the night.” The dirt-covered crinkling piece of paper would read in the shaking handwriting of an ancient dwarf. 

“My associates have caught sight of your industrial compound and what was to find there hurt my eyes as it does my snails. My snails have a very fine nose and so it is obvious that the stinky toxic waste is a hazard to their well being. Such act I do not take kindly yet you can not fault the unknowing, and so I write you this proposal.

~We shall provide the means to rid the waste of its scent, meet me and my associates there where the frogs swim. I expect of you to plant and dumb this what we give you in and around the toxic waste dump. 

~We ask of you to make it clear with signs and posters to my snail that they are to go no further towards the remains of the waste! Besides this, those that oversee these hazardous warnings with their beady eyes are expected to be moved by those who eye it with care. 

In return, I and my associates will not forget the cooperation of your clan, and so you can approach me in the future for your own endeavors. I shall also grand grace to the name of Aghuid Ireheart for the evil snail-stumping deeds he has recorded to have done, as long as he keeps himself from furthering the damage to my snail folk.”

I, Knud, look forward to working with you."

[!] This letter was brought to Axel Ireheart, bound to the shell of a large landsnail, with the dirt covering the paper it would hint to the fact that the snail had covered a lengthy muddy passage of a few solid days.

[!] Grumblingly the ancient dwarf felt betrayed by the mighty words of Norli, for his cloudy eyes did not read about any snail policy he was promised. With his men and mossy cane in hand, the elder dwarf would make way, to storm the office of the Starbreaker! With his snails already gathering at the wooden door of his office. 

"T'eh toime 'as come.. fer mhe to return to mhe kings'ip" Knud the old would mumble toothlessly. 

Snail Owner: Knud, The Snail Druid

Snail Name: Snail

Residence: Hefrumm/ Urguan

[!] “T’e fools!” The elder Snail Druid would mumble toothlessly as he’d set sail over Hefrumm’s hills on a snail, the size capable of eating a small town.
 

This while his skygod wonders what staff to contact about moving a giant snail build.

"Ohh.. t'eh grow up to fast.." Knud would mumble proudly "neve loiked t'at ot'eh beardlin.."