BDanecker

This is sick, I can see the explosion one being used for giant worms underground

@Datweirdguy [!] The letter of the Clan Lord of the Aurokanar returns to the Clan member's, matching in color but of greater opulence for a given letter; thick azure wax sealing the well dried paper, written and decorated in silver and gold filigree and writing. It shall be done, my son. The Kharajyr of Mitzuul Grove, the Grimgolds, and others shall be on their way.

A dwarven lord of mercantilism has a bad humor in his stomach on this day, ill tidings indeed of the revival of the old company.

clean skins

[!] A cavern bat, a black-headed child, as well as a couple of songbirds bring this flyer to those who’d be in the lands of Almaris, written upon thick parchment. The Worker’s Guild is expanding to new territory, and wish to fill the lives of descendants with their results! Horses, as well as other exotic creatures like Bokolos, are beginning to become available for purchase, as well as exhibits to view for the kids. BYOS! (Bring Your Own Saddle) Animal Donkey (All stats) Mule (All stats) Horse 10 speed Horse 11 speed Horse 12-13 speed Bokolo Price 50 65 80 125 150 75 for egg 150+ full grown

A letter bound with amethyst cloth, written in gold. To Davli Goldhand, son of the Golden Throne; @Datweirdguy Wonderful my son! I knew you would flourish in such wilderness. I will send your Clan helmet, but you will receive just the axe from me. You can supply yourself with it, rather than my delayed delivery of wood. Did you manage to help in the killing of the Giant Crab? I'm sure you did, you've slain Direwolves and sharks with me, a crustacean is naught a challenge for my son. I don't know what a Kelpy is, send me a drawing of it! And Hana will always be in safe hands here in Urguan. She babysat Damona when she was younger, and even gave her a magickal doll, so she shall be quite safe from harm. Business is booming, and you shall return to a world of greater splendor than you left from. I look forward not only to your return, but to the recounting of your experiences and the great stories you can tell me with all of the theatrics.

"Why didn't ah think o' that?" the greedy Clan Lord of the Goldhands says upon reading the missive on his lavish desk

"T'a Grudge goes unanswered..." Dorimnur Goldhand utters on his throne, the heads of 11 siren skulls, the scales of a Basilisk, the fin of a sandshark, the scales of a Lubba, and the serrated club of Elven origin lined with shorn siren teeth. "Let us answer the call o' t'a Sea."

I don’t play mages and this is still sick +1

"Looks loike ah've nae ta get fussed at fer razin' ah village then. Wos goin' t'a do et with or without the Grand Grudge" the Yemekar's Pick states as he looks over a boomsteel axe, unused, and the pinnacle of dwedmar smithing "Get ta put our guds ta work finalleh."

The Yemekar's Pick reaches the crest of a sand dune at a later date than the order given, the stone goliath peering out of the sand in untold potential, waiting to be touched. He'd loft his Lunarite Pickaxe, the names of all his forefathers written upon the oaken haft as the stark light of the blistering sun illuminates his symbol of authority. "Let the dwedmar work, to dig their history and prospect our riches, forgotten to all but Grimdugan himself."

A lone figure sits bent over his wide desk, the chill having just left him from a forsaken visitor, as if the warth of the mighty forge has cleansed his deepest heart. "Goin' t'a turn t'at one into ah arm bangle perhaps." the Clan Lord of the Aurokanar states, refocusing on his draftspaper "or maybe a nose ring."

This is amazing. +1

RP Name: Dorimnur Goldhand MC Name: BDanecker Voted: Yes

"Gamblin', well ah'll say" the Clan Lord of the Aurokanar clicks his tongue while reading over the golden pamphlet, swiping trimmings from his Oracle Wood bonsai on his desk "Ah'll have to exploit some lads when ah'm nae judgin'."

I see aesthetic metal, I like. +1

Golem phone, pick up please +1

Ah'n they've got ah noice hot spring! The Clan Lord and Yemekar's Pick states, his mouth full of cod and shrimp served in the tavern upon seeing this guide.

Dorimnur Goldhand weeps in the thought of not being able to employ another lad.

The Blessing of Labor [!] A woven tapestry of Workers procuring Kharajyr goods, imported from their newly constructed Grove. Through the benevolence of The Yemekar’s Pick and the continued years of great wealth brought upon by the dealings between he and Rha'Kir, the Kharajyr and the Worker’s Guild of Kal’Mugdor have set the stage to foster great relations. Upon this proclamation of good-tiding and cooperation has been penned. The citizens of the Metzuul Grove are welcomed into The Worker’s Guild of Kal’Mugdor with open arms, the dwedmar willing to share in their cultural crafts and goods along with the sharing of the same from their newest Workers. All are encouraged to join the ranks of Miners, Blacksmiths, Engineers, Naturalist, and Artisans, to aspire to work like dwedmar work, taking part of a Guild known the world over, with recognition from Kings and Queens. Let this be an opening for great prosperity for both groups, as well as an enlightenment for both to garner further knowledge of the trades of this world. NARVAK OZ KAL'MUGDOR, NARVAK OZ DA AUROKANAR! Clan Lord of the Aurokanar, Yemekar’s Pick of Grimdugan, Finest smith of the Legion, Royal Smith, Nanotzin of the Mitzuul grove, The Dependable.

Dorimnur Goldhand looks long and hard out over the waves crashing on the port Tor’Sjorvath, awaiting his brothers and sisters in arms to join him shoulder-to-shoulder in his crusade against The Great Unknown.

Says the one who still thinks i was hacking on that kitpvp server

Where the Valley meets the Sea [!] Posted throughout Urguan and many nearby nations (as well as being pushed into passerby’s faces by a particular persistent dwedki) would be this announcement, written on golden filigree with silver lettering From the imposing caverns making up Kal’Darakaan to the waves beating on the edge of Tor’Sjorvath, all dwedmar and allies of The Kingdom of Urguan are invited to the eternal union of two working dwed. Blessed under the eyes of the Brathmordakin by approval of the High Prophet is this marriage of Dorimnur Goldhand, Yemekar’s Pick of Urguan, Clan Lord of the Goldhands, and Mica Grandaxe, Second Medic of the Medical Guild. The ceremony will be held in the hallowed halls of the Temple, above the Clergy District. Invitations go out to the following groups: The Grand Kingdom of Urguan, specifically the Worker’s Guild The Citizens of the Kingdom of Norland The Kingdom of Haense and its inhabitants Der Baer Hanza The Warnation of Krugmar, specifically those of Clan Lur The 8 Precepts Guild The Mitzuul Grove The Citizens of Talon’s Port Personal invitations will be sent out directly The reception will be held on the southern beaches of Urguan (follow the path to the ports, or take the G&G Railway Line) at Tor’Sjorvath for the joyous lifting of weights in competition, and the throwing of a ball over a net in the fashion of Dwedball. Food and ale of copious amounts will be provided, as well as exotic entertainment. Fine dress is expected, as well as fine manners. However, bring a change of clothes for the beach party for a more casual time. “Remember, gift giving is a Dwarven tradition” - Jorvin Starbreaker ((Friday, March 19th, 5 PM EST, Beach Party at presumably 6 PM EST))