Premise:
The Council of Barak Runedar has realised that the problems of the citadel cannot be remedied by force alone, that there is a deeper, more difficult problem that must be addressed. Depopulation. The keep is spread too thin to address each and every threat that harasses the citadel. It is a story that has been told and retold time and time again in the annals of dwarven history, and it usually has the same ending… holds falling and kin being slain. But the council was wise and became aware of the problem, perhaps in time to save the citadel, and sent forth missives to any and all dwarven holds asking for fresh blood to bolster the population.

Over on the other side of the world, in the unlikely region of Alambar, a volcano erupted that devastated entire swathes of land, and caused untold amounts of death. Once the aftershocks that wracked the area subsided dwarves began to feel a tug, a subconscious urge to return to the stone, and their holds. Many dwarven mercenaries embraced the call and bolstered their holds; Citadel Adbar’s population rocketed. Many speculate that the Soul Forger instilled this call to encourage growth and deter isolationism in his people. Others believe that nature is simply attempting to even itself out following the deaths of thousands in Alambar by a freak act of nature.

Regardless of the cause some citadels, namely Citadel Adbar labours under the influx of kinsmen. Perhaps it was providence that the council in Barak sent out a call to other holds requesting assistance. King Harbromm issued a decree encouraging clans to take up the call of the council in Barak Runedar, to save yet another hold from falling to the enemies of the people. In a rousing speech given to almost all the clan leaders that had gathered to discuss the missive sent by Barak Runedar, he stated it would be a “crime” to allow a hold to fall whilst they boast an abundance of manpower.

His decree encouraged clans to send forerunners out to neighbouring holds, and to Barak Runedar to ensure the longevity of the race. Tax breaks were offered to the clans that sent out forerunners, though they were not pressured to move to the hold unless they desired it. Many clans took up the call, and some even began to speak of retaking the Citadel Felbar whilst others went to the Mithral Hall. But one particular clan took a keen interest in Barak Runedar, Clan Anvilmar; the Anvilmar clan boasts a long history of artisan smiths which in turn ensured they grew extremely wealthy.

They were held in high regard within the citadel until their greed began to cloud their vision, their previous patriarch began to look for ways to bypass the taxes imposed by the king, and he succeeded. Tornth Anvilmar was a cunning and intelligent merchant and it wasn’t until his death that the financial scribes realised the clan was responsible for evading a centuries worth of tax. When this news reached the ears of the common dwarf their estimations fell, and their honour was questioned quietly in taverns until the king stepped in to act. Thorfin Anvilmar, the son of the tax dodger, inherited debt and dishonour. Not only did he have to raise funds to account for his father’s greed, he also had to restore the name of the clan and retake their position of prestige within the hold.

It should come as no surprise that Thorfin seized upon the opportunity the king presented to regain some face. He committed his clan to the citadel of Barak Runedar, and within the tenday a number of dwarves were sent from Citadel Adbar, as forerunners, to the distant land of Amia. You are one of those forerunners…

(...)submitting themselves to my sadostyle of plotting for a couple months, probably more.

Alright folks. I've decided that my alt beginnings is going to be dwarvern in nature, in a bid to breathe life into Barak Runedar. I'd prefer people who don't already have an active character in the citadel to apply, but this isn't a necessity, so start (re)expressing an interest now and I promise I'll have something done soon

Those who are already active players in Barak Runedar will play a vital role, I'm not sure how yet, in this beginnings campain seeing as they're the movers and shakers in the citadel.

GMT evening, on one day, consistently. So you have to be consistently free on that day.

Alright folks. I've decided that my alt beginnings is going to be dwarvern in nature, in a bid to breathe life into Barak Runedar. I'd prefer people who don't already have an active character in the citadel to apply, but this isn't a necessity, so start (re)expressing an interest now and I promise I'll have something done soon

Those who are already active players in Barak Runedar will play a vital role, I'm not sure how yet, in this beginnings campain seeing as they're the movers and shakers in the citadel.

Premise:
The Council of Barak Runedar has realised that the problems of the citadel cannot be remedied by force alone, that there is a deeper, more difficult problem that must be addressed. Depopulation. The keep is spread too thin to address each and every threat that harasses the citadel. It is a story that has been told and retold time and time again in the annals of dwarven history, and it usually has the same ending… holds falling and kin being slain. But the council was wise and became aware of the problem, perhaps in time to save the citadel, and sent forth missives to any and all dwarven holds asking for fresh blood to bolster the population.

Over on the other side of the world, in the unlikely region of Alambar, a volcano erupted that devastated entire swathes of land, and caused untold amounts of death. Once the aftershocks that wracked the area subsided dwarves began to feel a tug, a subconscious urge to return to the stone, and their holds. Many dwarven mercenaries embraced the call and bolstered their holds; Citadel Adbar’s population rocketed. Many speculate that the Soul Forger instilled this call to encourage growth and deter isolationism in his people. Others believe that nature is simply attempting to even itself out following the deaths of thousands in Alambar by a freak act of nature.

Regardless of the cause some citadels, namely Citadel Adbar labours under the influx of kinsmen. Perhaps it was providence that the council in Barak sent out a call to other holds requesting assistance. King Harbromm issued a decree encouraging clans to take up the call of the council in Barak Runedar, to save yet another hold from falling to the enemies of the people. In a rousing speech given to almost all the clan leaders that had gathered to discuss the missive sent by Barak Runedar, he stated it would be a “crime” to allow a hold to fall whilst they boast an abundance of manpower.

His decree encouraged clans to send forerunners out to neighbouring holds, and to Barak Runedar to ensure the longevity of the race. Tax breaks were offered to the clans that sent out forerunners, though they were not pressured to move to the hold unless they desired it. Many clans took up the call, and some even began to speak of retaking the Citadel Felbar whilst others went to the Mithral Hall. But one particular clan took a keen interest in Barak Runedar, Clan Anvilmar; the Anvilmar clan boasts a long history of artisan smiths which in turn ensured they grew extremely wealthy.

They were held in high regard within the citadel until their greed began to cloud their vision, their previous patriarch began to look for ways to bypass the taxes imposed by the king, and he succeeded. Tornth Anvilmar was a cunning and intelligent merchant and it wasn’t until his death that the financial scribes realised the clan was responsible for evading a centuries worth of tax. When this news reached the ears of the common dwarf their estimations fell, and their honour was questioned quietly in taverns until the king stepped in to act. Thorfin Anvilmar, the son of the tax dodger, inherited debt and dishonour. Not only did he have to raise funds to account for his father’s greed, he also had to restore the name of the clan and retake their position of prestige within the hold.

It should come as no surprise that Thorfin seized upon the opportunity the king presented to regain some face. He committed his clan to the citadel of Barak Runedar, and within the tenday a number of dwarves were sent from Citadel Adbar, as forerunners, to the distant land of Amia. You are one of those forerunners…