JokerLow

Laylatul Qadr (Night of Power) also includes the night in which the Qur'an was revealed. Ramadan Mubarak everyone.

someone should perhaps ban that account from the main discord

seeing players farm hasanats after ibraheem's post is pretty cool, Ramadan Mubarak

nicely done, keep up the work

Hekkaes Goldhand would be talking to his beloved brothers and cousin, Balin Goldhand, Okhud Goldhand and Jakhatir Goldhand in their ancient Anvilaxe tongue "Ii sparg coae p astia daca i prind la peco sud smr."

Hekkaes Goldhand would sigh at the receival of the news, not yet forgiving Charles the Bald for literally stabbing Dreek Ireheart II to death right in front of his eyes, but remembering the many great memories the two shared. The many adventures, fights, skirmishes, wars, raids, special operations, and the list going on as to what made Hekkaes grow fonder of Charles the Bald. The elderly dwarf would look over at his fireplace, recognizing through the ignited flames, the same fire that he always saw within Charles the Bald. Hekkaes then murmured to himself "See ye suun ladde'..." as he began to plan his strategy to bring back the legend itself from Khaz'A'Dentrumm.

Somewhere inside the deep caves of Urguan, the loud laughter of a dwarf would be heard as a thought, similar to Norli's words had passed through his head. The dwarf then resumed to his business.

Clan Elder Hekkaes Goldhand, Lord of Kal'Ikrun, Protector of Kaz'Ad'Hekkaes, Justice Hammer of Yemekar would spit upon the receival of the missive "Wot a foken s'ame."

Clan Elder Hekkaes Goldhand, Lord of Kal'Ikrun, Protector of Kaz'Ad'Hekkaes, Justice Hammer of Yemekar, would be sitting in his room by the fireplace while reading the missive, a smirk forming upon the dwarf's old face as he'd chuckle "Da snakes 'ave finalle' s'owed t'eir true colors!" he'd laugh to himself "Seems loike Oi was roig't, 'ar 'ar 'ar."

Clan Elder Hekkaes Goldhand would lay his signature upon the the missive, muttering beneath his breath "Let justice commence."

Clan Father Hekkaes Goldhand would be performing a forgotten traditional Goldhand dance upon hearing about the missive, his moustache curling at the possibility of another war to be waged upon the uruks, a "Heheheha!" leaving the dwarf's mouth could be heard through the halls of Urguan as he was waving his warhammer around.

Hekkaes Goldhand would receive the invitation and with a smirk layed on his face he'd say to himself "About foken toime aye? Time tu bring out da big guns." the dwarf muttered as he'd prepare the wedding gifts.

9.0 could maybe have some decent combat rules for once ever since atlas 👍