((Five years have passed in game since the Lich King fell, so I'm sure there's more than a few stories of things that took place during that time. I'd also have to imagine that many of us who are friends would know the background of what was happening, even if just in passing, so we don't have to be "surprised" at learning something that happened to our close friends 2 1/2 years ago.
With that in mind, if you want to put an RP post about what your character has been up to the last 5 or so ingame years, feel free to put it down here. I'll start with some very general background.))
Valhelm frowned as he looked over the ruins of the Loch, and at the twisted scrap that passed for his stills. He really hadn't planned on doing much of the brewing work - the Brewery at least paid the bills without too much involvement even after he "unretired" back to a more active life - but at least it was always there to fall back on. His savings were into those vats of rotting yeast and hops. He was wiped out.
Valhelm had heard of the Dwarven civil war too late to weigh in on the side of Muradin, something he deeply regret. That the humans had to step in to settle the matters was something even worse. That the status quo left a half-blood Dark Iron a couple years away from inheriting the Ironforge throne left him nearly ready to start another revolution himself. With all that happening, his hometown changed, and his brewery effectively bankrupt, he was at his wits end.
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Jek Coppermine had always been a friend of the Stoneshields, and with that number limited to just Valhelm (and a couple distant cousins), the now Death Knight family friend would stop by quite frequently. He caught up to Valhelm drinking away what little remained of his cash on hand two days later in the Hearthbrew Inn two days later.
Jek grinned as he walked up to Val. "I've got good news, Val!" he said, offering Val another round of Thunder Ale. "I've got an investor lined up for ya. Rich, from a good clan, good political connections, and lookin' ta gain in some prestige by being part owner o' the best brewery in Azeroth!"
"Really?" Valhelm scratched at his beard. It did seem a bit too good to be true. "What's tha catch? Is he Dark Iron or somethin'?"
****
"No."
"I'm serious lad, he's the best yer gonna get offered from, an' otherwise yer not gonna be able to pay for tha startup cost o' mercenary work, much less get yer stills back up an' runnin' in any shape ta make quality hooch."
"Wha' part o' 'no' dinna ya understand? Did I nay say tha word enough times? Is this how ya repay me fer keepin' yer son well while ya were 'away'? By offerin' me somethin' as wrong as this?"
Jek sighed. He figured that it would be a tough sell. But there was the worst part of it all that would seal the deal. "Fine," Jek spoke slowly. "But ya gotter know this: Drugen Flintheart is rich, ruthless, and protected as a citizen o' Ironforge now. He can buy anythin' he wants ter buy, iffin' he throws enough money at it. This is yer only chance ter keep yer brewery, an' keep yerself in charge o' tha thing. An' have yer son take over when ya die."
Valhelm raised an eyebrow. "Me son? But..."
Jek jumped in quickly: "Drugen will be adopted by you. The Stoneshield clan then continues regardless of what your cousins do. He won't be a Dark Iron iffin' he's your son, lad. Not in the eyes of yer ancestors, anyway. Isn't that wha's important?"
"I'll need ter think on it."
****
Drugen Stoneshield, now no longer Drugen Flintheart, grinned as the last of the papers were signed. Integration! That's what would save the Dark Iron now, and erase the prejudices of old. Sure his new "father" wasn't thrilled with the whole affair, but they both got what they needed from one another - Valhelm got to keep his brewery running and an heir, while Drugen got the prestige he needed for owning a brewery, and being part of an Ironforge household.
More work needed to be done though. The brewery's military tradition had to be reinstated, and that would begin with Drugen's tour of his new allies lands. Valhelm was already working on getting the old crew together, or as much as could still be found alive. Things may be different now - but his Empress had lead her people to new mountains, and he was committed to rising to the challenge himself.
((Summary:
- Val is wiped out financially
- Drugen (new Dark Iron mage alt) is adopted as his son / buys out the brewery)
))
With that in mind, if you want to put an RP post about what your character has been up to the last 5 or so ingame years, feel free to put it down here. I'll start with some very general background.))
Valhelm frowned as he looked over the ruins of the Loch, and at the twisted scrap that passed for his stills. He really hadn't planned on doing much of the brewing work - the Brewery at least paid the bills without too much involvement even after he "unretired" back to a more active life - but at least it was always there to fall back on. His savings were into those vats of rotting yeast and hops. He was wiped out.
Valhelm had heard of the Dwarven civil war too late to weigh in on the side of Muradin, something he deeply regret. That the humans had to step in to settle the matters was something even worse. That the status quo left a half-blood Dark Iron a couple years away from inheriting the Ironforge throne left him nearly ready to start another revolution himself. With all that happening, his hometown changed, and his brewery effectively bankrupt, he was at his wits end.
****
Jek Coppermine had always been a friend of the Stoneshields, and with that number limited to just Valhelm (and a couple distant cousins), the now Death Knight family friend would stop by quite frequently. He caught up to Valhelm drinking away what little remained of his cash on hand two days later in the Hearthbrew Inn two days later.
Jek grinned as he walked up to Val. "I've got good news, Val!" he said, offering Val another round of Thunder Ale. "I've got an investor lined up for ya. Rich, from a good clan, good political connections, and lookin' ta gain in some prestige by being part owner o' the best brewery in Azeroth!"
"Really?" Valhelm scratched at his beard. It did seem a bit too good to be true. "What's tha catch? Is he Dark Iron or somethin'?"
****
"No."
"I'm serious lad, he's the best yer gonna get offered from, an' otherwise yer not gonna be able to pay for tha startup cost o' mercenary work, much less get yer stills back up an' runnin' in any shape ta make quality hooch."
"Wha' part o' 'no' dinna ya understand? Did I nay say tha word enough times? Is this how ya repay me fer keepin' yer son well while ya were 'away'? By offerin' me somethin' as wrong as this?"
Jek sighed. He figured that it would be a tough sell. But there was the worst part of it all that would seal the deal. "Fine," Jek spoke slowly. "But ya gotter know this: Drugen Flintheart is rich, ruthless, and protected as a citizen o' Ironforge now. He can buy anythin' he wants ter buy, iffin' he throws enough money at it. This is yer only chance ter keep yer brewery, an' keep yerself in charge o' tha thing. An' have yer son take over when ya die."
Valhelm raised an eyebrow. "Me son? But..."
Jek jumped in quickly: "Drugen will be adopted by you. The Stoneshield clan then continues regardless of what your cousins do. He won't be a Dark Iron iffin' he's your son, lad. Not in the eyes of yer ancestors, anyway. Isn't that wha's important?"
"I'll need ter think on it."
****
Drugen Stoneshield, now no longer Drugen Flintheart, grinned as the last of the papers were signed. Integration! That's what would save the Dark Iron now, and erase the prejudices of old. Sure his new "father" wasn't thrilled with the whole affair, but they both got what they needed from one another - Valhelm got to keep his brewery running and an heir, while Drugen got the prestige he needed for owning a brewery, and being part of an Ironforge household.
More work needed to be done though. The brewery's military tradition had to be reinstated, and that would begin with Drugen's tour of his new allies lands. Valhelm was already working on getting the old crew together, or as much as could still be found alive. Things may be different now - but his Empress had lead her people to new mountains, and he was committed to rising to the challenge himself.
((Summary:
- Val is wiped out financially
- Drugen (new Dark Iron mage alt) is adopted as his son / buys out the brewery)
))
