Player Announcement Denur - Call to Action

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[A lengthy piece of parchment bearing an unfamiliar crest would be distributed across Eden's various noticeboards.]

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The Denur Imperium, the Realm of the Denur, the Iron Orhim, the Denur Triumvirate, and most recently the High Kingdom of Arduan. These are the many names that our people have gone by over the years – many having faded into little more than distant memories. Yet we have continued on, barely scraping by as a people, always on the verge of falling into obscurity yet managing to claw our way back to relevance each and every time.

Yet it has been nearly a decade.

A decade since our people were reduced to little more than vagabonds, taking up residence wherever the kind hearted would allow us. We have called both Lionne and the Jägershoff Brewery our home, but these places were not built by Denur hands, they hold little to no significance to our history, and they are not where our ancestors rest – they are not, nor will they ever be home.

Under the leadership of High Kjung Belegar Whitebeard an effort to retake the lost hold of Dar-ach Denur was started, though in recent years these efforts have slowed to a halt. The front gate that had long stood frozen shut was finally breached, and the interior bridge was taken as our own, yet there is still much of the hold that requires liberation. The fights ahead will not be easy, but they are necessary if the Denur people wish to begin on the path of reclaiming their former glory – to once more have a true home to call their own.


Proud people of the Denur, consider this your call to action.

Stand and fight or risk this generation being the last. The last that will remember our ancient halls of stone. The last that could say with pride that we once stood as one of the major powers of the world. If you wish for your progeny to forget our identity then continue to live your lives in peace, and know that you are responsible for the fading light of Denur kind. But if you wish to give them a brighter future, then help us fight.

We will retake Dar-ach Denur before the ten year mark since its fall passes. To retake the Hold before 1538 is our goal. Will you join us?


Phyrra of Clan Obryn
 
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Within the deep tunnels of Eden, Fargrim Brawnanvil would be found grinding the stone walls in hopes to find precious metal ores. It was then when the chattering started between his felow miners. The news had reached him and his pickaxe came to a full halt, scratching his long braided beard while remaining pensive.

"This th' hour fer our kin tae reclaim th' mountain, be thus th' hour when we can at last set foot upon our ancestral soil?"

The coal gaze returning to the labor at hand, humming a joyful working tune while letting the mind run free on what the news promised.
 
In the forests of Mitrona, Thrumgoli hammers away at his anvil, when word reached him the rings stopped as he dropped his hammer
"Well I didn't know there were any groups left! I might need ta forge some more kin-sized weaponry then!"
he said in response, picking up his hammer and pounding the red-hot metal with renewed vigor.
 
Zhen Dhelvin sits in his ramshackle office in a run-down quarter of a city stripped of its former glory. He's prepared to laugh off the entire request and turn the parchment into a flaming ball of ashes, but then he reads the last part about retaking Dar-Arach Denur. He goes quiet and his expression grows solemn, his mangled hands trembling. He eventually nods deeply.
"I'll do it...not for them, but for Rhagmir."
 
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