"Dwarves of the realm, you ask why Portalgrip should be made a barony. A hole in the ground, surrounded by walls of the most puny construction. Of piddling wealth and numbers compared to our great mountain halls.
Portalgrip is situated in the wilderness, our trade caravans venture into the deep forest where no light shines, only shades of dim green. Its unprofitable our merchants say, citing the difficulty of wandering past the ancient necromantic tower of Tinwheels. The elves of Subtle Viper are snakes, hissing at our worldly goods while offering trifles in return.
Better to cast off the Key of Fortifications than to spend any more treasure and blood in this Doren forsaken land. Close the gates, turn up the lamps and cast off the light of the outside lands.
Has any of you forgotten why 7 dwarves was sent so far from our mountainhomes?
Tinwheels is STILL standing. A blight on the forest. An ancient order of necromancers, formed by ONE OF US. Does any dwarf here still remember honour? Our fathers, sires, torn from the cycle of life and death..... they cry out to us, their descendants to end their agony. Their blood call to us.......
And what did Portalgrip find? Beneath the silt of the ocean, they found GOOD. PRECIOUS. GOLD. The land is rich,covered in iron, copper and gold. Zas is singing Urist, he's calling to us miners and merchants the good wealth of the earth. And the raw metal, the gift of the gods........adamantine.
Already. Gold coins, forged in the blood of Zas has flowed to us here in the homes. This gold flask I now possess is one of the profits of this trade, is it not? Is it not worth waiting for a few more years at least, for this baby to flourish into an adult? Imagine the gold that will flow then.
Lastly, let's not forget the position that they are in. Portalgrip opens the oceans to us. Already, they break the hostile trade routes to the elves. As wealth flows, we expect the Parched Lions, long hidden in the faraway isle to call upon us. Already, a profitable trade of mere stone trinkets and strong wine has enriched us with raw cloth, new spirits of unknown lands and wood for our mines.
Our allies, the Young Union see this wealth better than we do. They pass through our mountain halls to call upon this lonely settlement, they bring goods and they too sell to the elves.
Our foes too see this oppurtinity. Kobolds, thieving scum, has been spotted in this region hoping to steal something more valuable than socks. Already, Portalgrip has seen sieges from goblin greedy for our children and goods.
Elves of the Subtle Vipers? Snakes they are, true, hostile to our brethren in the north. But Limul and Abras sees that their coin spends as well as others. Plagued too are they by the beasts and the undead. Let their quarrels with the Sunny Letter rest between them, who here can forget that the Sunny Letter claimed Dark Fortresses and towers that our fathers had bled for? Who here forgets the deceit by which they claimed and divided the spoils with the Young Unions? Not me.
Already, we have laid rest to some of our brothers, slaves to the necromancers. Already, Portalgrip is wealthy. Already, it has stood off multiple attacks. It is time to recognise the deeds of this settlement and the expedition leader that we tasked to claim this forsaken land. I vote that we make Portalgrip a baroncy, of the Molten Urns of Secreting.