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Post by King Njal I on Aug 27, 2020 7:48:37 GMT
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Post by King Njal I on Aug 27, 2020 8:26:24 GMT
Timestamp: Turn 2
Njal had been busy since the coronation. There was a lot of work ruling Demacia, and it seemed tedious. Njal sat on the throne on Ljoðhús and thought back with nostalgia to exploring the dwarven tunnels and clearing them out. It hadn't been that long, but it seemed like a lifetime ago. Someone was briefing him on more tedious tasks and Njal answered with simple decisions. This wasn't really what he wanted, not for himself, not for his people, and not for Demacia. It wasn't even what his uncle wanted. He recalled his oath and promise to expand Demacia.
"Git the lairds tae handle things. There be more important matters that require mah attention, the comet." Njal interrupted.
"But yer Highness. The comet is gone and there are no lairds tae handle things, and they am free aye require ye tae handle the budgets and tae decide on infrastructure due tae our meager coffers." replied the dwarf.
Njal looked baffled. It had already been so long that the comet had flown by. He only hoped the other dwarves in Kirkwaa had gathered enough from the comet that there was potential research to work on. He made a mental note to make a personal visit.
"I have already started gathering lairds on the Orcades, we need tae do the identical here on the Hebrides and on the Shetlands. Have a delegation sent out tae gather names o' they that know themselves as the local gaffers o' the various communities on each island. Note the island and the village as well." Njal commanded.
The dwarf made a note as Njal continued, "Have a map maker draw up a map o' the Shetlands. Concerning infrastructure and budgets, it seems that we need funds."
Njal got up and walked down the steps to the nearby table with the map of the Hebrides. He looked at it and at the other maps on the table. He then pointed his large finger on Caithness. "We were driven out o' our own lands. It's time we reclaim it. Twas lush and wealthy, and there can be dwarves there that long for our return. Send word tae the fresh harbour in Kirkwaa. I'm wanting two longships in a month that can hold up to a hundred warriros. Gather nobles and messengers for an audience tomorrow.
"Ay yer Highness." The dwarf bowed and made his way out after making sure Njal was finished.
The throne room was filled with the local nobles and those that were visiting. A day's notice was very little, and few could make it. The bulk of the dwarves in the room weren't nobles, though, they were messengers ready to take Njal's decree and announcement out to those nobles not present, especially those on the Orcades and the Shetlands. Njal entered the room in his finest clothes, pulling a long royal marine blue cloak as he made his way to the throne. As he reached the top of the stairs and turned around, he didn't sit down. Instead, he called out to the room so that everyone heard him.
"Dwarven folk. Hear me. Hear yer King. The comet heralded a fresh age for us. An age where we are no longer driven out o' our lands. As ye hear these words, two longships are bein' built tae carry a hundred o' our finest warriors tae Caithness tae reclaim not only our treasures, but the dwarven folk that was left behind. Send tae Kirkwaa yer strongest warriors as we sail in a month. Til then, and say this tae all dwarven folk. Say yer goodbyes. Kiss yer spouses. Harvest yer fields. Finish building yer projects. This will marc the end o' our lethargic time as we put in into an age where we force the world tae recognize us for what we are," Njal paused for effect, "We are Dwarves!"
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Post by macSlainge on Sept 5, 2020 17:48:48 GMT
(OOC: Awesome map! What program do you use for that?)
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Post by King Njal I on Sept 6, 2020 16:31:29 GMT
(OOC: Thank you. I use Gimp.)
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Post by Lidhuin on Sept 8, 2020 5:08:58 GMT
Messengers brought the speech far and wide. It wasn't quite the same as attending it, of course, but the speech was poignant. Ambitious dwarves rallied around it, while traditionalists balked at... well, they balked at a great many things. Nevertheless, regardless of the opinions that they might have held or expressed, they still began the work of building longships and sharing speeches. Violent, ambitious and restless dwarves volunteered for the upcoming raid.
While he worked on his various tasks, he received a number of answers with regards to questions he had asked. Some material had been collected which was, supposedly, tied to the dust. An opportunity to research the material would present itself soon enough. There were reports, however, that some larger pieces had made their way down. Observant dwarves had seen them at night as shooting stars that had seemingly struck the earth. Naturally, these pieces were more remote and few had been confirmed (most of those that had been had already been collected for the aforementioned research).
Additionally, the mapmakers were hard at work and did their best. However, between the mapmakers, the few shippers, and construction surveyors, they had to admit that the accuracy of the maps lay in question. Most of their ancient techniques and knowledge had relied on mapping the underground, so establish the topography accurately was no challenge at all. Establishing an accurate coastline was far more difficult. There was certainly more work ahead for the mapmakers and their ancillary support before they could boast a map with a decent degree of accuracy.
It remained to be seen if Njal Boson would rally the nobility, and others, behind him in his quest for a new golden age for the dwarves, or if the greed of the dwarves would keep them lethargic and insular.
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Post by King Njal I on Oct 9, 2020 7:28:55 GMT
Timestamp: Turn 3
Njal had rallied the dwarves for a raid on Caithness and he had opened up the Dwarven Tunnels. He had begun building infrastructure and researching the comet. Still, the dwarven nobles kept to their own stubborn and greedy ways. Nothing much changed and the dwarves didn't seem to care too much who sat on the throne. To make matters worse, there were a lot of dwarves and nobles who didn't see Njal as the King of Demacia.
Njal was now back on Ljoðhús contemplating how he was going to unite the dwarves. The nobles were clearly not the key as they didn't seem to respond to his coronation as he had expected and wished. He would have to use force to gather the people under his banner, force and knowledge. He made a note to visit his research team in Kirkwaa on Mainland, hopefully getting knowledge and tools that would help him unite the dwarves. With the tunnels under his command, he would also more easily be able to move across Demacia than the nobles.
Njal contemplated a civil war, but it wouldn't end well for anyone.
"Perhaps ye can carry out the nobles' powers yer highness." his aid said. Njal looked up. He hadn't noticed that he had spoken out loud.
Njal grumbled and proudly spoke, "I could take their forces and riches. But I'd need tae distract them or they'll rebel."
"How about saying that it's used for the tunnels and infrastructure?" the aid suggested.
"That's nae enough but a good idea. We'll build a palace here on Ljoðhús and entertain the nobles with elaborate performances, court rituals, feasts, and luxury." Njal mused.
"Write up the Edict of Stjórnavágr. It will muchly tax the nobles in exchange for infrastructure for the middle and lower class." some nobles, loyal to Njal, would be taxed less to reward them, but that wouldn't be official, just as the construction of a palace wouldn't be the first official construction using the nobles' funds. After the palace, the funds could be used to build roads, harbours, schools, etc, but it would all take time.
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