"In my dream, late last night, I was visited by all the former Dwarven kings of old. First King Lars, Holy Hrothgar, King Seth Jenkins, King under the ruin, King kinslayer, King Thrain Frostpeak, King Ironfist, They had all gathered in Kharuz-Korum and I felt terribly ashamed. I had a feeling they noticed it, yet we walked side by side through the hollow of our capital. They did not speak, but only looked around and walked with me through the echoing cave up to the throne room of the upside-down emerald castle, which hung as a big stalactite from the ceiling of the cave. I was certain the throne-room would be the best place to welcome such honored guests. We arrived at the throne-room and on my throne rest my golden crown, forged by Korog's chosen. I looked at it in fear. I couldn't show the honorable kings of old that I had tried to hide away a Dwarven crown and tried to abandon my kingship! So I took the crown from my seat, turned to sit down on the throne myself and while I was looking at the host of royal kings I put the crown on my head. Straight away, without a moment hesitation, they began shouting at me in Horgaahn. High king Lars' dialect was so old, I could hardly understand what he was saying, but it was obvious he was quite angry with me. They yelled their own curses and words all at the same time, which echoed through the great Kharuz-Korum. I was baffled; before I had put the crown on my head, they were all calm and silent, admiring the work we had put into the town. But when they realized I was king, suddenly there were many things to comment on, it seemed. Surely, their shouts would be heard by anyone in town, from the entrance of the mountain to the deepest crack in the stone... I felt as if I had failed at being a good Dwarf and I felt lonely, even in the presence of these great Dwarven legends. Defeated, I took off the crown and placed it back on the throne. Their voices died out, after the echoes had had their say. I got up, turned to put the crown back on the throne and turned again to face their judgement. They looked normal again; proud, honorable, noble, yet friendly. They had no more critique for me, but silently waited for me to take them away from the throne-room again. We walked through the halls together, where I showed them the war-machines I had designed and the workshop I had so often used before I became king. They looked pleased and walked with me all the way to my bed, where they stood watch as I fell asleep... "
"The moment I woke up, I ran down and uncovered the crown I had hidden among a pile of old clothes. I knew what I had to do, and how we would find our new Dwarven King. The kings of old had shown me the way. All I had to do was to put the crown on the throne. Any Dwarf that will find it and dare to wear it will be the new king. Then, if he is unfit, surely the kings will visit him in his dreams too? But wait... was this the true meaning of the dream? Or were they trying to tell me that it was a mistake to have a Dwarven king at all? Perhaps I wasn't a bad king, perhaps the problem was that I was a king in the first place! I will take the crown somewhere hidden, somewhere safe, where only I will know where it is. I can't destroy the craft of Korog's chosen, but I can hide it!"
- A piece from Kublai's dream diary.
OOC To all the people roleplaying as Dwarves:
Kublai has had a series of bad dreams and through roleplay with others who translated his dreams for him, decided that the only solution to a better future is to 'pass on' the Dwarven Crown.
Kharuz Kublai has no children, nor even a wife, so his bloodline won't do. It would just take too long and by that time he would have gone absolutely mad with sleep deprivation and anxiety from the dreams.
So what's left? Kublai wondered about that too. He knows he has been unanimously chosen by his people and has not made the choice to step down lightly.
He does not feel it right to those who have chosen him, to make a choice all on his own as to who should be his successor, but he is sure he can no longer continue to be king.
He thinks he is bad at it, he has only been able to do it for so long cause of Gromm's assistance, when he died, Kublai's gambled away half of Kharuz-Korum, emptied the library, failed to renew trade-agreements and broke several vows he made.
So it is clear, a new king is needed. Kublai, after 6 days with dream-filled nights, sleeplessness, and being a very superstitious and often dumb dwarf, is now convinced the kings in his dream have shown him the way.
He has taken his crown off and intends to hide it some place safe, where it awaits which Dwarf will dare to take up the responsibilities as Dwarven king and hopes it is a Dwarf that other Dwarves can rally behind.
Until the time the crown is lifted found and adorning a Dwarven head, there will be no king. (which sounds like Excalibur I just realized, but wasn't my inspiration).
I will hide the crown IC between today and next week somewhere and won't tell when it is hidden.
So it's not gonna be a matter of first come first serve.
Also, in this scenario, non-dwarves are able to find it, which is interesting to say the least.
This whole thing is all an OOC announcement to make it clear to everyone.
Your character would only know of the crown being gone and the decision Kublai made inside his head by talking to him, seeing him, reading his journal or coming across the crown and putting it on.