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Harbinger Nostrem, tucked within the confines of an undisclosed lair of supreme darkness and antagonistic cold, sits upon a simple throne of frigid stone and frost-gripped obsidian; an old chair in which it rests upon in times of intense contemplation. Here, roughly around the time this peace-treaty was sent to the noble court of Oren, the Harbinger thought upon the Orenian Kingdom's inanity. Nostrem thinks, regarding the circumstances that the Black Scourge provides in terms of threats - massive dragon attacks, large-scale Scourge assaults and the like - that continuing this war would be a poor effort which bears a meaningless message only repeated each time Oren had managed to dominate the enemy. Nostrem also thinks that not only would Oren be decimated if under fire from both the rest of the land's inhabitants and the Scourge, but all others would be as well; a fault of their own on behalf of their blinding pride which has shown to bring about the urge to seek bloodshed instead of peace most needed in these darker times for the mortal races. 

The Harbinger's thoughts then pause, interrupted as the urge to plot dark and sinister things wrack it's ethereal mind. It rises from it's chair to ponder upon these things, having disregarded the evil that men do for now.

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Braidek has a completely unrelated thought that the Harbingers aren't maintaining universal antagonism as they theoretically should then they should least make the effort to appear not to be taking sides. He then wonders why he thought that and puts it down to thanhium poisoning.

When Braidek sees the surrender terms, he nods to himself. He is glad that the Dwarves have not given in to spite and have written reasonable conditions rather than throwing in a load of humiliating and unnecessary clauses. He smiles to himself. No matter how brutal the war gets, he hopes the dwarves will follow honour and never urinate on their foes when they're down, even if those foes would not extend the same courtesy.

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Nostrem feels internally outdone for another unrelated, non-Dwarven-specific reason. Nostrem also bears contempt for his brethren whom had abandoned their goals of Harbinger-united world-domination only for humans and other assorted mortal creatures to take their place in the world. The Harbinger then ponders why it thinks these things, and blame it upon the influence of the flesh-cursed mortality which it seeks to eradicate for the good of the world.

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Dalton Putin receives word of the Peace Terms from the archer platform atop Mount Augustus. As he sits there with his feet dangling through the archer holes with his crossbow aimed at the rigged spiral staircase, he chortles.

 

"While these terms do seem reasonable, It is us that should be delivering them! We are not the agressors in this war. If they will become so confident from one victory, perhaps they are in line for an unrelenting barrage of raids on their lands until their people wither and starve, and their morale rightfully depletes back into nothing."

 

An orc raider walks into the tower, sneaking his way up the stairs, when Dalton hip fires his crossbow from his position and punctures the Uruks cerebrum with a foot long steel bolt.

 

"This is too fun why would we ever stop!"

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An orc raider walks into the tower, sneaking his way up the stairs, when Dalton hip fires his crossbow from his position and punctures the Uruks cerebrum with a foot long steel bolt.

 

 

 

(( Good luck with that broken arm mate. ))

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(( Good luck having the monks remove that bolt from daddys skull ))

 

(( Already done mate. Already done. ))

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(( Good luck with that broken arm mate. ))

 

((why does he have a broken arm, i don't get it))

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(( Good luck with that broken arm mate. ))

 

 

((did i miss something

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(( Generally speaking , the force of firing a crossbow from your 'hip' without proper support behind it , it's going to crack or break some bones in your hand or forearm. ))

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(( Generally speaking , the force of firing a crossbow from your 'hip' without proper support behind it , it's going to crack or break some bones in your hand or forearm. ))

 

((Ohhh, mi gets now))

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"Wonder 'ow Oren feelin' 'bout tah deal now." Aengoth remarks.

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Rand Firmin asks, "Ehm... King Heinrik is dead now...What in the world is your purpose for continuing your war now that your main goal is complete? If you continue then you're going beyond your original goal to "Remove tha' King!" If you continue, you will be viewed as invaders and tyrants in your own way instead."

 

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Rand Firmin asks, "Ehm... King Heinrik is dead now...What in the world is yer purpose fer continuing yer war now tha' yer main goal 's done? If ye continue, then yer goin' beyond yer original goal tah "Remove tha' King!""

 

Prey just sighs.

 

"How about the need to just fight for once? Oren has been war-mongering for far too long , time someone else has a turn , right?"

 

Also ;

 

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