J33xt101

Very epic, perfect for Mynebor. But then again, also too OP. Try again.

Mynebor is missing from that list...

This is some good stuff

((Good read, will there be one for Belka and the rest of the Brathmordakin soon?))

“W’at a stupehd war... t’is sounds loike an excuse teh spill more dwed blood oveh stones t’at do nae belong teh t’e kingdom of Urguan... s’ame teh t’ose w’o blindly followed suc’ an one wit’ power...”

Big brain time

((OOC)) This event was written by Balrog I, the story is carried on by his son and former cult members.

The Wronged: Balrog Firebeard The Assailant: Boldrumir “The Redeemed” Cottonwood The Wrong: Inciting violence, refusing to follow commands given by a lord of a city, blatant disrespect against a fellow dwarf, and no self control, which led to his death, a clear case of self defense. Date of Wrongdoing: 1680 Terms of Settlement: The line of Balrog being cleared of the charge of kinslaying. ((To make it extremely clear, this grudge was entered by Balrog II as Balrog the First is dead.))

Balrog claps his hands, pleased to hear that a change of leadership has occurred within the orkos.

MC Name: J33xt101 Character Name: Bolvek Discord: King J33#5390 Timezone: CST

As long as yeh do nae folleh teh pat’ of yer forsakin kin, ye’ll beh foine! Says Balrog as he scratches his beard.

😉

You and what army?

There better be space for Mynebor VII.

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IGN: J33xt101 RP Name: Balrog Ironkiln II Canidates: Jorvin Starbreaker, Mr Goldhand and Charlie Brown

Balrog walks through the battlefield, a slight limp still visible, an ancient Dwarven sword at his side. A tear rolls down his dark cheek upon seeing the blood, and the body of his firstborn daughter, his mouth moving soundlessly, something finally stretched too far within him. He falls to his knees and places his hand upon Faridir’s forehead before letting a smile cross his face, the memories of their past flooding his mind. The times spent running from Urguan, the years spent underground, building a massive fortress, among many others. He finally accepts the fate of him and his blood, knowing that his time has passed. He looks to the sky once before back down at his daughter before muttering a psalm. ”Iv Thamar brum, Anym Var fov. livok Thamar menok, vorrukar falok. Mer ver konuv hom bedwan. Da Galadoc akhoral othokor kotharem.” His voice raising in volume as he stands to say the last line, he bows his head and utters a few words more. With this, he turns and leaves, returning to whence he cometh. “The most honorable Ironkiln...” ”Yankar hom Dwedki.”

Balrog chuckles softly, letting his pick rest against the side of the pit he was digging in before moving his eyes to the stone far above him. ”It is funneh, I was a heretic fer following K’orvad after nae being taug’t... but now a young lad.. is being called an heretic for sayin w’at te’ Gods ‘ave led ‘im tu do? Nae, this is just te’ Urguanites ‘aving sticks up t’eir arses. Oi’ve dealt wit’ teh ‘ypocrisy t’at Urguan ‘as dealt meh, but maybe a’ deserved it. T’is lad ‘ere... e’ does nae. W’oi can’t Urguan just fock off and understand w’at te’ Gods are troin teh s’ow em. Power ‘as corrupted t’em... Yemekar wis’es fer us teh grow. And boi ‘aving anot’er way of s’aring t’at knowledge... t’is s’ould be a t’ing of joy!” Sighs in disappointment before grabbing his pickaxe and striking the rock once more.

”Back in moi day, weh did nae need a challenge tu make teh foinest blades and ‘ammers... we forged, we removed kneecaps, we built cities, and we liked it. W’at a glorious waste a’ toime...” Balrog grumbles after remarking, also rather disappointed that the most powerful vassal to ever exist was not invited.