The Dwarven Letter

[Arkelos 1027]

 

The smell of coal and the burning heat of the Dwarven infrastructure of the many holds of their respective lands in their nation flicker, serving to all a reminder of the safety of their defenses, though not all is perfect. They’ve not witnessed many of the Scourge atrocities except for when they were asked for help or had attacked the north in an attempt for glory, or from the isolated incidents within Kal’azgoth. They hearty and exceptionally battle-hardened Dwarves stood tall within their new hold of Storm’s Crossing, where for them has stood against the Scourge attacks.

 

But, with the Old Cloud Temple corrupted, The Dwarves are now at risk as much as the elves were. They would surely have noticed this. The Scourge had taken a foothold within Anthos once more, and would take considerable amount of power to defeat once more.

 

A figure described by many as “Robed in holy white, with golden trim spread around her body, which leaked out silver wisps of light” had left many notices upon the Dwarven lands. The Notes bore the following message

 

“Brathmordakin Bless, Stout and hearty Dwarves,

 

For many of your kind, the Scourge of the north remains but a festering pimple on your backside, one might recall their siege upon the Hold of Kal’Azgoth, where they managed to siege your defences and break down your infrastructure like mere toys. You fought Valiantly, but as simple as, were outnumbered.

 

A new day had dawned after the devastating loss, many Dwarves and many of the nations who you were not at war with came to try and assist, it was there that Unity had shined upon your ground. Though many had lost their lives against the Scourge, their lives were not completely in Vain, you remember their sacrifice, and for that, I must inform you of the threat overlooming your nation.

 

The Scourge now hold a stronghold near your borders, taking the Cloud Temple for their own. They now lay within close proximity of your land and now I must ask.

 

If we are to purge the Scourge, we must show them no quarter, relentlessly siege their gates and destroy any hope they have to take more lives. If the Scourge are to be defeated, we must unite, for then, and only then will the Mortal races of Anthos stand a chance. So, will you fight? Will you rise up? Will you fight not only for glory, but to preserve your mortal lives, will you rise from your mighty underground structures, and roar with a fury that Dungrimm would be proud of?

 

Rise, for the glory of Dungrimm the Brathmordakin, and for the Glory of Anthos!

 

-Signed, Naeri’aheral, Grand Magistrate of The Anthosian Commonwealth.”

 

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-Dwarves only, post in your respectful racial posters unless you live with them

-I ask that ALL ooc to be moved to Private messages, I will try to answer them as soon as I can.

-The Racial leader should mark their post (That states their pledge to join) in a way that I can recognise.

-Leave the trolling to other places, any trolly posts will be removed (No warnings are going to be given, though)

[Dreek 1633]

Dreek Ireheart scoffs, fearing a reborn evil will soon strike at the Dwarven lands. To the king he whispers,"dunae fulleh commit tu da wur, oor ondnarch moite stroike doon frum below an tayke mur den ef weh dinae commit fulleh. Honeh da comitmen an send ah few gruups fer da battl."

[Soggy365 162]

*Aldal Ireheart strokes his beard, muttering to himself*

 

"Weh could try an' attack deh Temple, but that's nae deh onleh Scourge strong'old in Anthos. If weh attack at full power, weh leave Kal'Azgoth open tehr Ondnarch, an' Kal'Ithrun open teh more Scourge scum..."

[Greener 687]

Odin chuckles

 

"I bloody smash dose scum heads in! Lets fecking have em!!!!!!!!!!"

 

Odin roars and runs out of Kal'Ithrun to kill some Scourge 

[Terafir 90]

Aret nods. "The Sentinels reside in lands directly beside the old Cloud Temple area. We will be able to provide you with daily updates and recommendations on where to place defences and seige weaponry, as well as weaknesses." He glances around. "The Vision will see us through these dark times. We must fight until there are none left alive to defend." Aret stands, before making his way out the door to send some birds. "May The Vision bring balance to us all," he mutters.

[Fimlin 1997]

*writes a big NAE on the poster

"ahll neva unite wit' sum of dese bastads in Anthos an' wer alreadeh at a warr su foind sumun else tu risk der lands fer ah feckn temple dat deh Scourge wipes its bludeh arse wit' GUD DAY SER

[Vekrus 396]

Reklu Grandaxe hears of the letter and turns to his war chest. Taking out his great battleaxe he readies it for war.

[Kardel 1054]

Kardel passes by one of the posters, tipping his top hat and adjusting his spectacles so he can read the text better. After scanning the text, he simply grunts and proclaims with a strangely triumphant tones "Suc' mess'ges be waystes o' payper. Ant'osian Comm'nwealt'? Wus nae aware dat suc' unt fing existed. Ye cannae battle da scourge iv ye gut 'ell ehtself freezin' yer lands an' defoilin yer ancesters! Ah sae nae, we've gut eur oun prublems, fank yer vereh muc'. An' ah doubt da scourge can be tayken doun boi da dorves alone, we needin' sum 'elp, 'elp dat we nevah gunna get frum dese 'umuns an' elves. Da orks wunnae 'elp os eidder, an' dah kitteh folk also gut deir oun prublems. Wut ye need be wizurds, nae footmen er cavalry!"

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

"Like t' FoA wit'out any divine backing, t'is'll fall flat fast..."

 

- Bowman "Scarfbeard" Irongut

[Tethras 278]

Farren pulls a copy of the note from a notice board as he strolls through the Dwarven Lands. His mouth slowly contorting into a smile as he reads the letter. Bursting out with laughter as he finishes. Before running to find any nearby dwarf he can, to talk about the letter.

 

"Is t'is ah joke? Tu Black Scourge ah threat! T'ey're merely rats in comparism tu Ondnarch, they're chill is like ah fart in comparism to Ondnarchs mighteh chill! Bloomin norf'eners, t'ey all be too soft. It's tu bloomin heat ah tell yer. Turns t'eir minds tu moosh! An guess w'ut 'e wants us tu fight wif tu uman! Our enemies, w'en we're not even at peace. Ah would raf'er trust ah cross dressin orc t'an ah bloomin 'uman. T'ey 'old aneh pacts, breakin t'em like nae tomorrah! Ow can we trust such filth wif our backs? Te'y'll most likeleh turn against our exhausted kin at tu end ov tu fight. Nae tu mention t'is knife ear wants us tu fight, tu bleed and die. Just tu give it land. It's ah bloomin joke, if nae it's ah mockereh. Sure we're eager tu appease Dungrims wrath, but nae fer tu sake of ah knife ear who's tounge is so twisted, t'at yer will need ah sword tu cut through it. As it can nae be untied. It seems t'is elves tounge is extroardinarileh sharp. Nae! We should nae fight, sure ah good scrap is always nice once in awhile. But fer t'is louseh elf? Ah would fight maybeh wif tu 'umans, if t'ey nae stab us in tu back. But tu give ah dirteh elf land? Nae! We should 'ave is ah neutral area ah tell yer! One w'ere weh can 'ave our nation meetins, wifout tu pryin eyes ov t'ose blasted monks. But bah! Ah may beh rantin, wut du yer f'ik meh kin? Sure ha scrap is nice, but nae fer ahn elf. If we fight we fight fer our kind, nae ah dirtleh elf tryin tu take advantage ov us.

 

Ah mean Anthosian Commanlwealth? Is t'at ah bad joke, onleh one person has ever had claim tu ownership ov t'is land. An 'ese Thorin Grandaxe,  Dungrim watch over 'im. T'is Usurper seeks tu defile tu achievements ov one ov our late King. Ah'll nae see t'at... Thorin tu onleh one who's can claim owneship ov Anthos. Nae t'is fraud, who calls 'itself tu bloomin Magistrate. Pfft! Hogwash, if anyfin ah reckon we should send one ov t'ose Ire'earts who 'ave ah f'ing fer t'em wierd elfeh's tu aquire one ov 'em eares fer t'eir trials. It'll du us an Anthos ah favour!"

[Dreek 1633]

Farren pulls a copy of the note from a notice board as he strolls through the Dwarven Lands. His mouth slowly contorting into a smile as he reads the letter. Bursting out with laughter as he finishes. Before running to find any nearby dwarf he can, to talk about the letter.

 

"Is t'is ah joke? Tu Black Scourge ah threat! T'ey're merely rats in comparism tu Ondnarch, they're chill is like ah fart in comparism to Ondnarchs mighteh chill! Bloomin norf'eners, t'ey all be too soft. It's tu bloomin heat ah tell yer. Turns t'eir minds tu moosh! An guess w'ut 'e wants us tu fight wif tu uman! Our enemies, w'en we're not even at peace. Ah would raf'er trust ah cross dressin orc t'an ah bloomin 'uman. T'ey 'old aneh pacts, breakin t'em like nae tomorrah! Ow can we trust such filth wif our backs? Te'y'll most likeleh turn against our exhausted kin at tu end ov tu fight. Nae tu mention t'is knife ear wants us tu fight, tu bleed and die. Just tu give it land. It's ah bloomin joke, if nae it's ah mockereh. Sure we're eager tu appease Dungrims wrath, but nae fer tu sake of ah knife ear who's tounge is so twisted, t'at yer will need ah sword tu cut through it. As it can nae be untied. It seems t'is elves tounge is extroardinarileh sharp. Nae! We should nae fight, sure ah good scrap is always nice once in awhile. But fer t'is louseh elf? Ah would fight maybeh wif tu 'umans, if t'ey nae stab us in tu back. But tu give ah dirteh elf land? Nae! We should 'ave is ah neutral area ah tell yer! One w'ere weh can 'ave our nation meetins, wifout tu pryin eyes ov t'ose blasted monks. But bah! Ah may beh rantin, wut du yer f'ik meh kin? Sure ha scrap is nice, but nae fer ahn elf. If we fight we fight fer our kind, nae ah dirtleh elf tryin tu take advantage ov us.

 

Ah mean Anthosian Commanlwealth? Is t'at ah bad joke, onleh one person has ever had claim tu ownership ov t'is land. An 'ese Thorin Grandaxe,  Dungrim watch over 'im. T'is Usurper seeks tu defile tu achievements ov one ov our late King. Ah'll nae see t'at... Thorin tu onleh one who's can claim owneship ov Anthos. Nae t'is fraud, who calls 'itself tu bloomin Magistrate. Pfft! Hogwash, if anyfin ah reckon we should send one ov t'ose Ire'earts who 'ave ah f'ing fer t'em wierd elfeh's tu aquire one ov 'em eares fer t'eir trials. It'll du us an Anthos ah favour!"

nay send ah irungrindeh, er dey will feck em an mayke mur elvs ireheart maestr clan

[Dreek 1633]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.