A Grievous Insult

[Samson Option 9652]

Theodosius Visconti steps into his office, a snarling curving his lips like the cavalry sabre buckled to his waist.

 

"The entire Mali'fenn population were wiped at Lindale, yet they some how miraculously came alive to tell the tale. These lot are illogical, the entire Dwarfish Legion was massacred yet they somehow remember. You have to love when folks like these are allowed to exist in this world we call the Fringe. **** them doubly, with horse cack and sword blade"

[Temp 2006]

Gamle sighs and clenches his jaw, furrowing his brow once again.

 

"'Ere ah sit, 'n try t' defuse da situation fer da guud ov both nations, yet ye' insult meh 'n purposeleh twist mah words. Ye' are not a choild, dunnae act loik it. Ah am tryin' t' prevent deaths on both soides. Yet 'ere ye' sit, damnin' an entoire nation ov dwarves t' lose famileh 'n loved un's jus' because ov a few bandits actin' on der own be'alf. When a 'uman robs a dorf, d' we declare war on an entoire nation? Nay, da answer is nay. Show some maturiteh, lad.

 

Ah will ask un' more toime; d' ye' wish t' stop 'n talk t'ings ovah loik civilized folk, or are innocents goin' t' 'ave t' die because ov yer decision?"

"I'm sorry, are you STILL talkin' stout? Per'aps you lot woul' be more threatnin' if ye' actually worked as union. Cry for civil end but take land from our allies whilst yer' tears are shed? Is this crude joke? An' am I to feel bad if 'onorless stouts die like pigs? Not at all, no. Be seein' ye' on the field, knee muncher."

[dude 230]

Borya nods in agreement with the other Raevirs and continues to clean mustaches of nobles.

[bickando 3967]

A twenty year old snelf survivor sat on top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere while the Fenn military and any not evacuated were killed, not the entire population. She now sits in the small base of the survivors, huddled with a couple around a small block of ice.

 

"Kill the dwarves!"

[Cracker 4570]

When the "stark-raving" flays were used as a fraudulent casus belli against the Carrion Vochna, none of these dwarves spoke up or wrote missives to settle in negotiations. Instead they took to the blade. Well, they were so eager to taste iron before, but now we can offer our finest steel and they shirk from war. Have at the hypocrites!

[mmat 7460]

"While our great nation was at its weakest; its resolve damaged by years of strife, these vile, unholy jackals sought to destroy us because they saw us as a threat. Even at our weakest, we fought them back to their refuse-stained city. Through even their best efforts, they failed to destroy us... I feel it is customary for us to return the favour.

 

Creator be upon all of Horen's sons and our allies."

[Sneaky 189]

Remembers how they have only really lost one war? "Oh dwarves thinking they can win this war, they must be stupid enough to believe they could win with Oren at full strength."

[GavinTheViking 151]

Remembers how they have only really lost one war? "Oh dwarves thinking they can win this war, they must be stupid enough to believe they could win with Oren at full strength."

Kaneous corrects the man. "Full strength? Oren is not at its peak. This is only the base of the mountain of power Oren will amount to.

[Jachnun 566]

"This make no sense, this just sounds like 'grrrr oren grrrr! War grrr!'" says man. 

[HappyShackles 886]

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" I personally attacked in the throne room, after a human with a muffin on his head sat on the throne, the party showed immediate hostility, not caring that one was a Lord. They know very well that the dwarves who raided them are stark, bloodthirsty dwarves looking to cause trouble, this should not be the basis of yet another war."

Lord Damien mutters something quietly.

 

"Silly dwarves. If you don't want to fight, drop on your knees and beg for forgiveness."

[Zezimus 1523]

Wulfgar scratches at his beard as he hears word of the attack on Kal'Arkon. 

 

"If ye' ar' left chasin' vengeance fer t'e errors ov ah past rulah ov Oren, t'ere ain't not'in' weh dwarves can duh tu keep ye content is t'ere? T'e Teutonic Conspiraceh wus bullshoite, t'at much 'as baehn proven by now. Get t'at intuh yer thick 'eads befur' ye sturt throwin' allegations at us. At least Urguan left Oren wit' ah stable government n' ah chance fer future peace between t'e twu nations. Ah'm sur' iff sum' ov ye 'ad yer way, t'e entoire fringe wud beh worshippin' t'is creator ov yers. Alwehs t'e war mongers, eh? Ah can onleh 'ope sum' ov yer kin 'ave mur' sense."

[Helbolt 129]

Lord Frost reads news of the recent skirmishes from Eastgate.  Having watched the fighting from horseback as well as from his master's keep, his thoughts drift to his most recent visit to the Dwarven capital. 

 

"It is enough, it is all enough.  Lords nay act like lords.  Soldier's threaten those of nobility with little care for the consequence.  Only recently have they even begun standing in line acting like men-at-arms.  Now that the officers have finally gained control of the soldiers, it is time for the nobility to gain control of the officers!  Every peasant has been recruited into this force or that and few stand behind to harvest the wheat, cut the wood, and mine the iron.  This military state will eventually die from it's own excess unless someone takes it by the reigns."

 

Jacob looks around the room realizing he is talking to himself. 

 

"Besides," he whispers, "If you wipe them all out where will the good ale come from?"

 

He then seriously considers writing a book on proper behavior for his society.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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