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Grand King Jorvin Starbreaker narrows his eyes in confusion as he reads, the document seeming to have invented several new ethnicities of Dwarf.

Its like metal, but green.

Fuckin neat

At the edge of the White Mountains, where their jagged alabaster peaks met the sea, Grand King Jorvin Starbreaker leaned against the balcony of his watch-tower, ebon-plated gauntlets clasped tight around the railing as he loomed forward. Across the vast Korvassan straits, the monarch looked out, as dark clouds loomed above the southern subcontinent. The veteran of many conflicts (Despite his comparatively young age for a Dwarf) felt an unfamiliar twang strike a cord with him. Something he was not prone to feeling, and had not felt as often as he had now, since the last otherworldly incursion that threatened the mortal realms. Dread... He was no fool, he was a strategist at heart after all, but it did not take a strategist to realize. Without the runesmiths of yore, the Dwarfen host was particularly vulnerable against these dreaded foes. Axe and hammer cut down any mortal in swift fashion, and it was that Jorvin knew well. But against such a foe as they faced now? He hadn’t an idea how to defeat them. Yet his pride, (what some would call arrogance) shielded others from this fact. He declared his grudge, his intent to return the Hammer of his forefather to the hands of his kin...Yet their foe was unlike one he’d ever faced, doubt crept into his mind for a moment, before being hushed by Dwarven stubbornness. Korvassa would fall, of that he was convinced, for while he respected the southrons, he did not expect them to resist the Legions of Hellscape-realms without some form of divine intervention, and Jorvin did not put much faith in the gods. He also knew that the stream of refugees that poured across the bridge would choke the roads, and make the movement of his throng difficult indeed. Thankfully, Jorvin had already begun preparations for tunnels to be dug. With any luck, and Dwarven ingenuity, they would be finished in time for the warhost to make their stand where he stood now, upon that mighty westward gate. They would come for the skull, he was almost certain, just as certain he was in the fact that it would be a high toll of blood to halt them here, but what other choices did the sons of Urguan have? A gauntleted hand ran over his face, rubbing it tiredly, before shifting down to touch one of the trinkets that hung from his neck. Beside the religious amulet was a locket, bearing the images of his twin daughters within it. Children who he’d conceived in the aftermath of Atlas’s fall. How young and naive he was then, to think that was traumatic. If only his younger self could see him now... He shook his head, clearing his thoughts before turning to a nearby aide, a young Legionaire with a short, scruffy beard. He only wore the occasional scar, meaning he must have only fought in the most recent war or two. Internally, Jorvin scoffed, and wondered if the beardling would survive to see another. ”Ah’re tha’ throngs readeh? Ah’ want ‘least two thousand Dwarfs readeh tae make battle. ”We must hold t’em ‘ere...Ah’ doubt t’ey will give us much more toime tae prepare, ‘es tha’ fortifications underway?” “Brathmordakin give us strength...”

This grudge has been stricken out.

The Wronged: Grand King Jorvin Starbreaker Commander Dimlin Irongut The Assailant: The Elf, Ikur Sullas The Wrong: Insults made towards the Dwarven people and monarch. The insinuation that the Lord of Clan Starbreaker, a clan of learned Dwarfs, is illiterate. The insinuation that Dimlin Irongut, a respected longbeard and learned dwarf, is illiterate. Date of Wrongdoing: 10th of Snow’s Maiden, 1779. Terms of Settlement: The Issuing of a Public Apology, and the payment of five thousand minas to the Urguanite Treasury. Or that the assailant recite Dwarven literature for no less than three stone hours in a public location.

The Blackroot-Denurem Compensation Grudge has been entered into the book.

whats it taste like.

If you get cannons I get organ guns.

The Wronged: The Race of Urguan and all his Descendants The Grand Kingdom of Urguan The Grand King of Urguan The Legion of Urguan The Clergy of the Brathmordakin Clan Irongut Clan Starbreaker Clan Ireheart Clan Grandaxe Clan Frostbeard Clan Goldhand Clan Treebeard Clan Irongrinder Clan Emberhorn Clan Blackroot Clan Grimgold Clan Metalfist The many other Clans of Urguan, both Common and Exiled. The Assailant: Demonkind as a whole, of the Infernal variant in particular The Wrong: Theft of the Hammer of Urguan, Father of Dwarfenkind Date of Wrongdoing: 1777 Terms of Settlement: The return of Urguan’s Hammer The arms of ten thousand Demonkin as retaliation The utter annihilation of any and all Demonic beings from the face of the mortal plane, from now until the End Times Let it be declared before the Gods that this grudge stands to be inherited not only by my successors, but by any Dwarf who dares call himself a Monarch from now until the end of our race, or the End of Times, whichever comes first. Narvak oz Urguan Yoth da Keznol nar Brathmordakin Justice will be done

Neat

The Ireheart Retribution Grudge has been entered into the book.

//You cannot retroactively write a grudge as a dead man. Your grudge will not be entered into the book.

Da Dammaz Kron ᛞᚨᛞᚨᛗᛗᚨᛉᚴᚱᛟᚾ Deep within the libraries of Urguan, there sits upon a pedestal a tome both ancient and sacred to the Dwedmar. Kept under constant guard both day and night by the legion of Urguan, whilst the book itself is kept shut using powerful runic locks. It is none other than the most honored, Book of Grudges. The Book of Grudges is an ancient tome passed down through the ages of the Dwedmar. It can be traced back to the first dwarf himself, and father of all Dwarfenkind, Urguan. It is an ever-lasting record of all the wrongs and misdeeds committed against the Dwedmar. The contents of the Book of Grudges are kept secret to the rest of the descendant races, with only a handful of non-dwed ever having laid their eyes upon it. Those who have wronged the honorable Dwedmar of Urguan will have their name written into the Book of Grudges, and will not have it crossed out until the terms of settlement have been reached. However, the Dwedmar are not by nature an unreasonable folk, and if an agreement can be made between both the wronged and the assailants, then a grudge can be settled, and a name stricken from the book. For a grudge to be made and approved, there must be valid reasoning and clear wrongdoing committed against the Dwedmar who has submitted said grudge. Lest the seriousness of the Book of Grudges would be questioned, if there were to be grudges of both false and meaningless classification. The Wronged: The Assailant: The Wrong: Date of Wrongdoing: Terms of Settlement: OOC Disclaimer: The Book of Grudges is locked away under constant guard. In no way should you be able to see it, or anything written within, unless you were admitted into the vault. To be admitted, you must be a dwarf of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan who has been explicitly given access by someone who has the appropriate authority. This means if you are a banished dwarf or a wanted criminal or anything of the like, you would not have access to any of the grudges written into the book. Please RP accordingly. Active Grudges (If from old post please resubmit) Struck-Out Grudges Original Post (No Longer Updated) Credit to Lefty for writing most of this post for me, I was dead tired last night. Credit to Josh for making the original post.

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Deep beneath the earth... The song of beating steel and bubbling heat surrounds Jorvin Starbreaker, who toils away, beating upon his anvil. Sweat drips from his scarred brow, and with every strike the young Dwarf hoists aloft The Hammer of Gotrek shaping burning metal into an axe, just as it had for seventeen hundred years. The tool of legendary renown had served him well since it’s return. With it in hand, the young lord of that ancient clan forged dozens of weapons, giving onto his clan armaments that would serve at their side for centuries. As he worked, Jorvin’s mind quickly drifted, and his thoughts dwelled on the one who returned it to begin with. Meeting Aengoth was something Jorvin was not soon to forget, as he was perhaps the oldest connection to his.../their/ past, and all the glories and tragedies with it. Internally, he cursed himself for not asking the Dwarf a hundred questions when he met him, for Jorvin had been too caught up in his own affairs to do so, but he made a point to remember their lengthy conversation. For several years Jorvin’s resolve had wavered, especially after that damned Atheran expedition, it was his conversation with Aengoth, and the stories of that elder Dwarf’s youth that caused Jorvin to find his spirit once more. Their clan had suffered a thousand trials and a thousand tribulations, but just as the Hammer of Gotrek had survived since the days of yore, so too would Gotrek’s children. Iron does not wilt. Wherever he was now. Khaz’A’Dentrumm awaits, Jorvin was sure of it. Narvak oz Aengoth Kornazkarumm Thanks for the hammer.

He alone holds the line.

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