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[!] A Missive is nailed ot noticeboards throughout the Kingdom of Haense To Whom It May Concern, I, Ivan the Farmer, a humble peasant of the Kingdom of Haenseti-Ruska, feel compelled to share a disturbing truth that has burdened my soul since the day it unfolded before my very eyes. I have witnessed the unthinkable, an act so vile and wicked that it shakes the very foundation of our kingdom. On a moonless night, as I tended to my meager crops in the shadow of Valdev, I chanced upon a scene that haunts my every waking moment. There, lurking in the darkness, was none other than our esteemed King Aleksandr II himself. But what I beheld next froze the blood in my veins and turned my stomach with horror. King Aleksandr II, the sovereign whom we are taught to honor and obey, was not engaged in affairs of state or noble pursuits. No, he was engaged in an unspeakable atrocity - feasting upon the flesh of innocent children! I saw it with my own eyes, as clear as day. His ravenous jaws tore into the tender flesh of the helpless young, their cries of agony echoing in the night air. But the horror did not end there. As I stood rooted to the spot, paralyzed with shock and disgust, King Aleksandr II performed an unholy ritual. With a sinister incantation upon his lips, he vanished from sight, disappearing into a swirling vortex of dark magic that seemed to lead to another dimension. I dare not speak of this blasphemous act to anyone in the kingdom, for fear of retribution from the king's loyalists. But my conscience will not allow me to remain silent any longer. The people of Haense deserve to know the truth about the monster who sits upon the throne, masquerading as a righteous ruler while committing the most heinous of crimes. I call upon all who read this missive to rise up against the tyranny of King Aleksandr II. Let us not rest until justice is served and the innocent are avenged. May the light of truth banish the darkness that threatens to consume our beloved kingdom. Yours in despair and defiance, Ivan the Farmer Jormunharr Ingmornesson, an interdimensional undead viking, cackles as he nails the missive to a public noticeboard for all to see. He finds this immensely funny.

A Planeswalking Undead cackled, as he dipped elsewhere beyond the fabric of reality... Seems like there was a particularly desired prey out and about tonight.

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Keep it as is but extend it in capitals I think would be fair.

These grudges have been added to the book.

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The Great Beast, Jorvin Starbreaker, loomed silent in the halls of Starbreaker, contemplatively pouring over that most-sacred book of the Kornazkarumm, the Tome of Kazraden, half familial record- And half relic, runic bindings on the book flaired whenever the family tree expanded, whenever additions were made. They had been dim now, for quite some time. A somberness fell over the Clan-Lord, and his inner forge waned. Lulubelle, gone, Lyni, gone, Stromni, gone, his mother, gone. Nara, Sif, Crevin, Azdal, Kazarath, all missing. . . Even his father, Kazrin, wisest of their kin, now spent more time within the Ancestor-Sleep than not. That fool, Ulfar had sequestered himself off to the far north, Ulfar, on who Jorvin laid his faith for the future, who he had strove to support always. Had he not done enough? What use was greatness if it couldn't be passed on? What had he done to wound Ulfar so, that the boy had thought to humiliate him? Was there a shred of truth to Ulfar's words, or was it just rampant ambition? Rampant ambition. . . Jorvin had known that well, he had nearly fallen to it himself- He saw it in the eyes of his uncle, when he took his traitorous head, he saw it in his mother's eyes, moments before an arrow found her throat at the siege of Nordengrad. That bane was Velkan's curse, he used to tell himself- Though in truth, who was more ambitious than those who played with creation itself? They were blacksmiths and golemancers, yes- But so much more than that also. They were the apprentices of the Godsmith himself. There were few more ambitious than Gotrek's Folk- Could Jorvin blame Ulfar? The Halls of Starbreaker were always dim- Save for forge glow, for Cave Dwarves had little need for the light of the surface. But now it truly fell dark, it felt cold- Empty. By his command, kingdoms had fallen- With his voice, he had broken armies, his axe had slain beasts beyond imagination, beyond space and time itself- And his hands directed the hammer that had cloven the skull of a God. What had he done to be abandoned? Had he done all these great things, and still failed? That famous rage was absent now, a melancholy had seized the Great Beast, the Godslayer. Doubt plagued his old brow.

Aran-In-Eryn The Kingswood, in the common tongue, is a beautiful region within the Kingdom of Númendil, inhabited by stout, rural folk, and home to ancient pines, winding brooks, and teaming with wildlife. Home to a flourishing Godswood, and ancient woodland creatures from elder days. Not everything is well however, and our beloved Kingswood is in danger. Due to the war, the Rangers of Númendil have had their work cut out for them, as poachers and logging has taken its toll on his beloved forest, together, us, the people of Númendil, alongside the Royal Order of Astral-Knights Beneficent of Alduun have taken a stand to defend our woodland home. In cooperation with the Royal Government, the ROAKBA has been granted custodianship of roughly 64 parcels of undeveloped land within the Kingswood, and for a limited, YOU, yes, YOU are able to purchase one of these parcels of land, with all proceeds going to the maintenance and preservation of the Kingswood. In exchange, you will be granted a certificate affirming your right as a Laird of the Kingswood, naming you a lesser peer of the realm of Númendil, underneath the warden of the Kingswood, Arathor Caranethion Arthalionath and his sheriff, Beren of Minas Angren. After presenting one of these certificates to a member of the ROAKBA or the Númenedain government, you will be presented with your plot of land, and allowed to leave a sign designating it as yours, to be inherited by your successors in perpetuity. For only 100 Mina, become a Lord or Lady today! Also great as a Holiday present! To purchase a certificate, seek out Beren of Minas Angren, or purchase one in the tavern of Numenost the Fair, Paddy's Pyre! Note: The title of Laird does not grant one any legal benefits, no invasive alterations to the plots purchased may be done.

"What the hell is an Adunian." Says Jorvin Starbreaker Ser Uther, meanwhile, recalls a lifetime ago, when as a squire, he fought beside the Dwarves at Southbridge and Haverlock. He smiles, as an ancient friendship is rekindled.

"I once watched Alatariel of Itnan devour an infant whole- I am told they spit out the bones in much of the same manner as a bird and distill said bones into lightstone." Jorvin Starbreaker replied between lines of Wizard Powder.

Wulfram Rademacher hummed, before nodding proudly to his sister.

Jorvin Starbreaker sighs, as two grudges are struck from the book this day- As the last false-runelord of the usurper clan is finally dead. He looks upon his fancy new ring, and smiles.

GRUDGE RESOLVED Let it be known henceforth that the Starbreaker-Azdrazi Vengeance Grudge is resolved following the brief skirmish that tragically ensued in the market square of Urguan after the leader of the draconic forces attempted to lunge for the Grand King’s sidearm, leading to a massacre. With the deaths of the dragon-worshipers, and treasures taken from their bodies after the battle, the clauses of the grudge have been met, with both material tribute being offered up to Clan Starbreaker, and a blood price having been paid for the desecration of the Worldmaker’s Temple. Due to the unfortunate circumstances that led to the outbreak of the skirmish, a 20% discount on any smithing commissions is offered to the Azdrazi as compensation, and a sign of good will. SIGNED Jorvin, son of Kazrin, son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden son of Skalf, son of Gotrek, son of Urguan, Lord of Gotrek’s Folk, Clan-Father of Elder Clan Starbreaker, Holder of the Book of Grudges, High Reckoner of Urguan, Priest of Dungrimm, Grand King Emeritus, Founding Councillor of the Fourth Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Conqueror of the Voidspawn Photania, Conqueror of the Korvassa, Slayer of the Traitor-Aengul, Gazardiel, Hero of the Brathmordakin

[!] Several copies of the letters are taped to the backs of various Doomforged throughout Urguan, under the assumption they will inevitably cross paths with an Azdrazi, due to the Doomforged's intrinsic capacity for evil. Failing that, a messenger bird would be sent, like a normal person. TO THE AN-GHO, DRACONIC PROPHET OF PRESUMABLY DRACONIC HERITAGE Mayhaps you know me, mayhaps you do not, I am Jorvin, son of Kazrin, son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden, son of Skalf, son of Gotrek, son of Urguan, the list of my titles is long and, frankly put, little relevance to you I imagine, though chiefly among them I am called Aenguldreng- Godslayer, for having defeated the Aengul, Gazardiel in single combat, and having thereby saved the world from destruction, furthermore, I am the Lord of Gotrek’s Folk, and have been for over two and a half centuries. As you may or may not recall, many years ago, your kinsfolk desecrated a most sacred shrine to the Godsmith, Yemekar, declaring war not only on Dwarven kind, but chiefly on Elder Clan Starbreaker, who count the Godsmith as their patron, and at the time also led the Dwarven faith. For many years, this grievous insult has stood idle, and as the Manling War draws to a close, I find that suits me ill, therefore, I shall be directing my attentions to this grudge. However, I am not an irrational Dwarf, and long have I been counted among Urguan’s finest diplomats, and so I offer you this, an opportunity to discuss the terms of compensation, and negotiate a settlement plan with me. Failure to do so, and I will be pressed towards more aggressive measures, chief among those being peer-pressuring the Paladins to do things, or perhaps pointing Sigrun ‘the Humble’ Ireheart StormStonehammer in your vague direction, maybe something else, I have yet to decide, as this letter is something of a spur-of-the-moment thing. I await your response. @Jentos SIGNED Jorvin, son of Kazrin, son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden son of Skalf, son of Gotrek, son of Urguan, Lord of Gotrek’s Folk, Clan-Father of Elder Clan Starbreaker, Holder of the Book of Grudges, High Reckoner of Urguan, Priest of Dungrimm, Grand King Emeritus, Founding Councillor of the Fourth Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Conqueror of the Voidspawn Photania, Conqueror of the Korvassa, Slayer of the Traitor-Aengul, Gazardiel, Hero of the Brathmordakin

Jormunharr Ingmornesson vows vengeance against the Raevlander dog, Markus Sarkozic @Nooblius

How dare you. How dare you, you delusional ingrate, question my ability to lead in the method you have, when it was I who named you Thane, and I who entrusted you to lead the clan in all matters political, only for you to throw away the legacy I had handed you, to bury your head in the snow, you eek out an existence, having abandoned the Kingdom your clan has served since its inception, why? Because of pride? Because a few petulant tree-people called you names? Have I not defended your honor, now and always? Who was it that defended you against the Courts- Who was it that dismantled said very courts when they were unfair to you, so that we might live in a better kingdom together. Whatever horrors have befallen our kin- Have befallen you, have occurred because you and your kin and kith have isolated themselves into the far regresses of the north, where none- Myself least of all, can reach or help you. Nobody left you, boy, nobody abandoned you. Quite the opposite. I trusted you with the next generation, and you have shown me by this act of betrayal that my trust was misplaced. What have I prevented you from doing? What power have I withheld from you, save complete and total custodianship of the Clan? You say we are weak, you say I am senile, and I have forgotten what it means to be Starbreaker. What do you know of it? I have never so brazenly betrayed my family- And even when I had put to death Torkan and his sons, I did so with honor and dignity. More honor and more dignity than you seem willing to afford me. And you do not even do me the dignity to show up to the challenge you issued. Very well nephew. If you so wish to scorn your greatest advocate, so be it, if you wish to forsake the one who has always defended you, and has always tried to advise you, so be it. If I am too old to rule, and I have forgotten what it means to be Starbreaker, then kill me. I have outlived my purpose. But until you do, I will not yield my seat to a disrespectful brat who has decided to throw a tantrum because his expedition has not gone his way, and believes that the only way he can now accomplish something worthwhile is by overthrowing me. SIGNED Jorvin, son of Kazrin, son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden son of Skalf, son of Gotrek, son of Urguan, Lord of Gotrek’s Folk, Clan-Father of Elder Clan Starbreaker, Holder of the Book of Grudges, High Reckoner of Urguan, Priest of Dungrimm, Grand King Emeritus, Founding Councillor of the Fourth Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Conqueror of the Voidspawn Photania, Conqueror of the Korvassa, Slayer of the Traitor-Aengul, Gazardiel, Hero of the Brathmordakin

[!] The official seal of the Royal Order of the Astral-Knights Beneficent of Alduun It can and has been said, that the Adunic race stems from the Half-Elven kindred of Harren, and that therefore, the Adunic race is in-of-themselves, Half Elven. While this belief has long been held, it is a known fact that modern Adunians hold little in common with their half-elven 'kin'. Sharing only the extended lifespan and lesser fertility. This itself defies much of what we know of the 'half-races', who typically inherit the racial curses of both parents in full force, rather than partially. Furthermore, one must question the validity of the history laid before us- That Harren's Folk possessed a near-supernatural aptitude for technology, animal husbandry, medicine, and warfare, surpassing even the Elven Kindreds at the time, from whom they supposedly learned these talents. Archeological evidence has long attested to the fact that, when all other races of Horen dwelt in mud huts, and wielded bronze, it was Harren's Folk who wielded steel, and raised the first cities of stone. The Astral-Knights Beneficent are a lodge which poses the question, what if Adunians are not Elvish at all? The skill the Adunic race and the Wildwynn Elves in shipbuilding has long been attested to- But what if these ships were not for the sea, but the sky? What if those we now know as the Wildwynn were not Elves at all, but rather, a race of technologically advanced extra-terrestrial entities with whom the Folk of Harren intermingled with, inheriting a portion of that Astral Blood? This Royal Order, founded by the Lord-Father of Numendil, Numenatar, seeks to answer this question, and find archeological evidence for this claim, The Astral-Adunian Hypothesis. The Following are hereby invited to the first meeting of the Royal Order of the Astral-Knights Beneficent of Alduun, at a time to be organized upon your acceptance into the Order. Tar-Caraneth Aryantë of Númendil: @AstriaS Ser Alwyn Glennmaer @Josh3738 Alfred Napier @Hanrahan Father Callahan @Levy_Spearman? Xob Wobson @Norgeth

A dark expression flashed over Jorvin as he prepared for battle, a servant having read the missive to the Dwarvish Lord while he was fitted into his armor. His heart was pierced by a feeling he had not felt in centuries- Betrayal, and it hardened from it. His reply would come after the victory, but it would not be the one Ulfar hoped for.

This grudge has been added to the book.

Jorvin blinked a few times in surprise- Before striking out the grudge.

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