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Hekla Hotel - House Juuv Reception

Posted June 16, 2019, 8:07 a.m. by Civilian K'vorth, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) (David Shotton)

Posted by Kasper Brown (Archaeologist) in Hekla Hotel - House Juuv Reception

Posted by Civilian Joseph Karlson (Head of Police Force) in Hekla Hotel - House Juuv Reception

Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Hekla Hotel - House Juuv Reception

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Joseph looked between the two Klingons, Urg’thon and Dan’tuk for a few moments as he pretended to weigh his options. As far as he was concerned he was just adding another Klingon vendetta in his portfolio, no big deal for him and in fact something that could be dealt with on the side. Gaining favour with a new house of mentally unstable Klingons however, was much too delightful to pass on “Go ahead, show me this proof so we finally settle this”

Commissioner Karlson

Urg didn’t require any further encouragement. Moving to the relic, he nodded curtly at the Curator and her assistant who, after looking at Karlson, moved and opened the case. The beginnings of a protest from K’letn was snuffed by a growl from Lord Dan’tuk. Urg looked at bot and smiled a wicked smile as the two curators opened the case.

The hammer was still mostly encased in the reddish mineral, identified as hardened blood by the curators. Grasping the handle, Urg grunted and then tugged once. The massive black weapon came free, bits of the red glass-like stuff falling to the bottom of the case. For several long moments, Urg simply stared at the object, his eyes on fire. Finally, he lifted the huge hammer and laid it on the table, its weight apparent by the crunching of several plates. Moving his hands slowly down the almost 5 foot long handle, they came to a stop at the pommel. The end was a large sphere of black metal with a single large spike protruding from it. Grasping the spike, Urg twisted and the piece began to unscrew. A moment later, the spike was free and Urg tilted it so the threaded end was pointing to his palm.

Out slid a D’k tahg, of a style and make not seen in a millennia. Grasping the dagger, Urg looked past it’s still shining and razor sharp blade to the Dan’tuk. “You knew, didn’t you?” he said, the question more of an accusation than anything. Dan’tuk didn’t respond, just clenched his fist and glared. K’letn looked from Urg to Dan’tuk, her eyes narrowing. “Knew what, my lord? What is the beast talking about?” Before she could be answered, Urg Stabbed the blade into the table, it’s point piercing the top and embedding itself in the furniture. He grasped the handle and, pulling while twisting, caused the handle to separate into two pieces. Inside, rolled up, was a piece of skin or hide. Urg glared at Dan’tuk, but said “There is your proof, Commissioner.” and gestured at the rolled up contents.

Moving to look at it, the Curator pulled gloves from her bag and gingerly picked up the skin. Unrolling it on the table, it was a large piece of hide, scales patterns embedded into it as if it came from some king of reptile. Written upon it was Klingon writing, obviously very old. The curator looked at it intently, a sense of urgency obvious in even her Vulcan features. “This… this is…” she said as she read and puzzled out the ancient text, “… this is the story of Kvaar’ton the Builder, Right Hand to Kahless the Unmerciful.” and she slid her fingers along as she read. “It says that Kvaar’ton was a great warrior and favored among his peers for his ferocity and spirit. He was a maker and wielder of the finest weapons, and the most trusted of Kahless’ generals. His body was marred by decades of endless fighting, his flesh corrupted by the spilled blood of the demons he faced.” and she read on in silence for a few long moments. “Here.” she said and pointed. “Kvaar’ton was on a campaign against an army of demons and he and his army had beat them back to their lair. The night before they were to go to the final battle Kvaar’ton was betrayed and fatally stabbed by the traitor Arg of House Juuv, who stabbed Kvaar’ton with a dagger made of his own broken horn. Duroc of House Klip was first to arrive at the scene, and witnessed Kvaar’ton crush the skull of the traitor with his bare hands.” and she paused and looked around the room. “There… there is more after that. But Commissioner… do you realize what this means?”

Urg’ton, Son of House Duroc, Honored Faithful of Kvaar’ton

OOC: The text of the history can be read here, penned by Kvaar’ton himself, may he have found glory in the next.

https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf6/oedv/notes/5890/

https://www.star-fleet.com/core/stf6/oedv/notes/6595/

Joseph looked over the Curators shoulder, reading across the ancient Klingon with great interest, he didn’t really understand much of it, his grasp of Klingonese didn’t extend to ancient manuscript dating back to the times of Kahless “Well beyond how this adds to the general historical mythos of ancient Klingon history, how it practically destroys a single house and will have consequences across Klingon culture, this means I am owed five strips of latinum” He said looking back smiling at Pangolin who frowned at the outstretched hand, rummaged in his pocket and handed the Commissioner the gold covered currency. Joseph pocketed the strips and smiled at the Klingons in the room “So beyond the fact that these gentlemen have proven their entire quest to be legitimate and I’m certain that this little scroll will assist greatly with their efforts back on Qo’nos.” He turned to the leader of the Juuv deligation “Or am I mistaken?” He asked in an unusually smug manner.

Commissioner Karlson

K’letn’s eyes narrowed and she glared at Urg.. then the scroll… then the hammer and dagger… and then the Curator… and finally at Karlson. Her jaw clenched and her teeth ground together audibly as she spoke. “You are telling me that these -” and she waved a hand dismissively at Urg and K’vorth, “-beasts are actually telling the truth?! This dead god of theirs is REAL?”

The Curator took out a small tricorder and scanned the scroll for a few long moments. “The skin… the ink, which is actually some kind of blood… the dialect and grammar… the age of the scroll itself… it’s all age-accurate. As to the divinity of of the Builder? I have no evidence.”

K’letn looked at Karlson and said “Tell me. Right now. Do you, as a representative of the Oed V government and based on this so-called evidence, recognize the claim of the Followers of Kvaar’ton to the Name and Title of House Duroc?”, her voice a low growl. Oddly, both of her hands sat flat on the table, no longer in fists.

K’letn, House Juuv

Joseph looked between the two Juuv Klingon representatives “I do recognize that with this evidence, provided it is properly real, that these sons of Duroc do have a claim to their house. Anything else is an internal Klingon matter” He placed his hands on his hips and smiled slightly “More importantly, as a warrior I recognize them to be men of Honour that have earned the name and title. In risking life and limb and stopped a cowardly attack on my home” He said staring directly at the Klingon Lord.

Commissioner Karlson

Standing wordless throughout Urg’s revealing of the truth of Kvaar’ton, K’vorth now moved forward and strode between the seated Klingon’s without any show of caution. Notably, one hand rested on the hilt of his Kut’luch, unmoving at all throughout the revelations but as he stood beside them, more than one noticed the blood stained gauntlet he wore that rested on the hilt of the equally and obviously bloodstained dagger at his waist.

Reaching forward with his other hand, he pulled the D’k tahg embedded in the table free and held the blade up before his eyes, turning it left and right slightly by the shortened hilt that remained. Then, he turned and walked slowly around the table, finally coming to stand behind the right shoulder of Dan’tuk as he looked down at the Juuv and seemingly casually fingered the dagger of the Builder. “The lord Kvaar’ton, Right Hand of Khaless was murdered by the Juuv. You know this, as you know the ancient records we speak of that have been hidden on Qo’nos are also real. They will show the treachery of the Juuv, and our right to lay claim to what we are owed. This can be taken before the Council, of course. The word of Traitors against the word of the followers of Kvaar’ton. It can also be settled with blood, as it was started by the Juuv who murdered the Builder with this blade.”

K’vorth lowered the blade and held it before those on the table, dangerously close to Dan’tuk, then he leaned forwards slightly and his voice dangerously lowered, teeth bared and his single eye flashing wickedly. “I know which one I would prefer.”

K’vorth, Son of House Duroc, Honored Faithful of Kvaar’ton


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