[Titania]

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At the wedding of Calanthe F. Caewynn, an accusation was laid.
The King of Crownforge was the one it was levied against.
Rather than brutality, opportunity was offered--
A chance to stand before the world and clear his name.
The organizer has come to make good upon her word.
May the world know if this topic is truth, or lie.

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LOCATION: Crownforge
DATE: 8/5/2025
TIME: 6:00 PM EST
OBLIGATORY ATTENDEES:
Seamstress
Daggar Coaltooth
Sybil

If any of the obligatory attendees cannot make this time, please reach out to Titania over discord to find a more suitable time.

[Titania]

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As it seems every major event in existence is occurring concurrently with this trial,
it is hereby postponed unto a later date and time as to better facilitate attendance.
Please do not change the dates of your various weddings, rituals and other events to match it.
That would be construed as 'very rude' under the common laws of Delphinan courtesy.

New Date:
8/7/25
6:00 PM EST

As before, if you are an obligatory attendee and cannot make this time, please contact Titania on discord to arrange a better one.

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[Sanguine415]

In the last year, the hustle and bustle within the fortress of Stonehaven had only grown in response to the accusations levied at the King under the Mountain at his fellow King's wedding. The throne room had been dusted off and prepared for a grand affair, efforts made to ensure that when the day that had been writ in stone arrived, the dwarf lord would be able to clear his name and move on with his work.

A day disturbed not for a grave affair that would merit having more value than clearing the king's name.

But a wedding.

It was not long before the enraged response of the Dwarf King, Lord Daggar Coaltooth, was released by beleaguered messengers.

I endured a terrible insult at a fellow sovereign's wedding, and I accepted swift judgement upon bein' accused because I was confident in my innocence. I prepared my halls for this exact day, but it is clear that the accusers do not take this as seriously as I did. My time has been wasted, and now it is likely yet another year or more until judgement can be rendered. More time for damages to my reputation without stake. If ye' believe a wedding is more important than my name, ye' will compensate me for this insult, or accept that there is no validity in yer accusations. If ye' desire to perform this ritual any later than the decided upon date, I will require two hundred and fifty thousand gold for damages. It is basic law. Myself, I'll gladly take the coin an' the exoneration, for I will be doubly rich an' nae the poorer for it.

It appeared that the King under the Mountain had spoken. His famous temper had once more showed its face.

Gold, for the truth. If they desired it so earnestly.

[Sanguine415]

     Though the mountain awaited in earnest for the arrival of elven coin, it was met with the arrival of the Dalthalan entourage and the sorcerer themselves that had accused the Dwarf Lord. Great accusations were levied indeed, and so they would find answers. After hearing that they had performed the entire ritual without his presence, however, and without the gold at that, the King under the Mountain released his public confession.

The very same he intended to offer at the ritual itself.

I had hoped to profit more from this, but it appears clearing my name is all I can muster. Everything that I speak here I shall repeat under the ritual of truth, for it was always the truth I intended to speak in the first place. I don't need a bloody ritual for that.

I studied the Martyr of Mydaea under the guise of declaring to him that I wished to create weapons that could destroy even the divine dragons. This is true, I hate dragonkind, and always will. But perhaps he didn't realize that my actual desire was to understand the making and unmaking of divine stonework. It was not a natural animation that breathed such stimulus into stone. Though we met only twice, I declared I'd one day surpass his own golemancer, so that I could have access to an accurate scan of his body with my drones.

Perhaps I might actually have favored him, had Aisenliche's undead and the Martyr's bloody inkstress, Yaeka Akatsuki, not shortly arrived to butcher my people and maim my beloved Grand Magistrate and little sister, Neve. From that moment, I knew I had see about the dracolich's destruction by any means, even usin' my temporary studies to influence the Martyr against the black dragon cult, that they might be exposed to open air and easy to destroy. For Aisenliche is my sworn enemy, ancient foe of the Dwarf camp, and forever remembered as doubly evil for bein' both undead and a dragon. Disgusting.

Scarlet the sorceress I met once and spoke to once, is a notorious backstabber who's likely plotting behind yer back as ye' speak with the Martyr, better keep touch of their conversations in thought. She was actually devoted to him, and the apocalypse as a whole, so it only tracks she'd harbor chaos and mischief in her heart.

He possessed another golemancer that regularly kept him charged, so my opportunity to steal the chance to get a full appraisal with my drones had to be swift on request lest he had a replacement prepared. But acquired it I did, and so now the means by which such creations can be unmade are forever within Crownforge's tomes. I believe he wasn't quite satisfied with how I did it, but then, I'd never done it before myself. No wonder he lost to the actual undead phenom, the Seneschal. Doubt she needs much charge.

These things I can confess with confidence. I am no witch of Mydaea, no secret occultist, and certainly not one of the apocalypse. I am an enemy of Aisenliche and his black flock, and an ally of creation. As when I forged the very armor for Alaric Bargiel to lead the charge against Viritas, or created his squire the Ring of Healing to protect him in his endeavors. I am a wayfinder taught by a phae, I call to Yggdrasil an' she answers. And I am deeply suspicious of the machinations of corruption that possess this land. The true identity of the Seneschal, the Gray Temple's extrajudicial capture and assault of those that disagree with them, how much the Lumin King actually has control over that thing. I've wondered this since I was a boy of fourteen with my adoptive mother, Lady Athenais, when she was carelessly and forcefully harassed wit' abstract principles of morality that left everything in the hands of the Dreamer.

If the elves dare to judge me for curiosity, I will call forth the same. I call the Lumin King to speak within a public circle of truth at trial without his lackeys speaking for him in half truths and rhyme, and swear beyond any doubt that the Seneschal's cultists are not truly undead, not adjacent to an ancient evil nor Azrael nor any past connections that they've handwaved as false allegations while hunting those that speak the truth, nor similar to undead in any fashion. To expose cleanly what they are to everyone, and let Meranthe be the judge of if its actually acceptable. On my word as a Dwarf, this is all true, I believe it so. Why does he keep the Martyr alive as a pet, knowin' he is a corruptive influence who even my brief visits left my dwarven willpower shaking to resist in an armor of contempt. Let the Meanders testify as well, I'm sure they have plenty to say. I'll repeat it within a circle at the soonest convenience.

I also announce that I don't intend to let that bastard Aisenliche rest peacefully. The forces of Crownforge are mobilizin' to disrupt whatever foul ritual of a funeral he considers righteous for himself; a reminder that actions speak better than words.

The King under the Mountain had made his confession, and revealed his stake in things. For better or worse, the Dwarves marched to stop Aisenliche from resting in peace.