JVQ 1719 Share Posted May 21, 2014 24th of The First Seed, 1459 The Dwarven masses went about their day as per usual, polite conversation echoing around the stone alleys, the density of the population causing the echo to sound like a light rain patter. In the distance approaching the Grand City of Memory, a small grey pigeon with a emerald green mantle bearing a tightly wrapped neat note tied to the left leg. Upon on landing Wulfgar Grandaxe, the former Grand King of Urguan untied the note to much haste, his warm pink cheeks turned pale behind his fiery red beard. His expression blank and cold, he turns to face the crowd, nobody takes notice but he sprints to the stairs next to the barracks, pacing up and hopping the barrier on to the red clay roofs. As he makes landing on the roof he displaces some panels causing them to fall and shatter, the smash alongside his desperate calls bring the trading dwarfs to his attention. He shouts one word, a word feared among the Dwarfs. "Flay!" The barracks behind him erupt like a volcano with flooding Dwarven Legionnaires, at the lead the eldest son of the late Igor Ireheart, Bastion. The last Bastion of Dwarven defence, he commands the obedient troops in Dwarven tongue, "Vel!". At his side stand the young but valiant Vorstag Grandaxe and Dwain son of Hiebe, a promising young lad with wit and courage. The gates crank open and the forces sally forth onwards to the mouth of Urguan. The clanking of iron boots a war drum for Uruks. The neat triple vel soon breaks as the bandits are seen terrorising the wall, their cheap armour the colour of dirty moss and their unwashed face the colour of the dirt they sleep on. To no surprise the Bandits run as the fiercer and faster Dwarfs break forward, Bastion and Vorstag jumping in to their lines and slaughtering them like the pigs they are. Some of the brigadiers hop the wall, seeking refuge in the close city of vekaro; most are run down before they reach the safety of the straw hovel skyline. The forces of Urguan regroup once again at the Mouth of Dungrimm, their losses minimal and their morale high. After the victory the sons of Urguan reign victorious over the routed bandits. They return home for a celebration, ale, food, wenches. What else could a Dwarf want? 21 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Josh3738 3137 Share Posted May 21, 2014 Zahrer claps as the news arrives that the bandits were routed. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
hellfiazz 879 Share Posted May 21, 2014 Buubztik flexes to his small friends. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lanader - Richard Tarus 197 Share Posted May 21, 2014 Richard Tarus had helped the Dwarves, feeling victorious. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Daisy 9739 Share Posted May 21, 2014 "Excellent werk everh'une! Deat' tu dah bandits!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
krushaa 23 Share Posted May 21, 2014 Thomas Coop hears the dwarves celebrating "aha, beat 'em back two times in the same elven day, 'nd they celebrate their only victory in te'h 3rd battle! Fukin' peasants." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aengoth 2890 Share Posted May 21, 2014 "Well fought." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Knox213 10 Share Posted May 21, 2014 Roy Carrion awaits their single won raid to appear in their Grand Empire of Urguan History book, eager to read their triumph, but not their losses, since it sounds like they were crying whilst listening their defeats. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Meanking 311 Share Posted May 21, 2014 Roy Carrion awaits their single won raid to appear in their Grand Empire of Urguan History book, eager to read their triumph, but not their losses, since it sounds like they were crying whilst listening their defeats. Roy who? *wonders who this random human might be Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ARCHITECUS 4788 Share Posted May 21, 2014 Guy wonders "celeberate for once fvictory? they weere bandits@! they were strelts! aHAA" laughs him, "Dorf is lucky man not man lucky dorf for the monk dsave him many times"? Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadowjax 140 Share Posted May 21, 2014 Alarm bells toll throughout Vekaro, the strelesy are gathered to an emergency Duma within the town hall. Floorboards creak as the citizens of Vekaro rush around the great table, the smell of the room reminiscent of a long-dead yak. Murmurs are exchanged among the peasants and a witness of the slaughter walks nervously to the forefront of the crowd. "The stouts have achieved what never thought possible..." The eyes of the onlookers collectively widen, strelts whisper to one and another wondering what could have occurred. "They killed group of banditos!" The village Zhenya faints, two strelts suffer from heart attacks upon hearing the news; panic is spread amongst those gathered at the meeting as the endtimes are clearly upon them. A marauding band of dwarves march into town, declaring the inhabitants butthurt as they retrieve their tear-drinking mugs. The strelts begin crying. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rivk Zavadsky 700 Share Posted May 21, 2014 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zx3EMvZrFR4 The Dwarves celebrate their gigantic and proud victory over a small group of bandits 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
DelaneyG 1279 Share Posted May 21, 2014 Arthal Lowedge recieves news that the dwarves killed some bandits, and were now celebrating it. "Well, good job! You slew four men! Congratulations, really! Now, save some ale for Oren, for when we slay you all later, and lock you out of the city!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
D A N N Y 966 Share Posted May 21, 2014 Bronn giggles. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fimlin 1997 Share Posted May 22, 2014 Roy Carrion awaits their single won raid to appear in their Grand Empire of Urguan History book, eager to read their triumph, but not their losses, since it sounds like they were crying whilst listening their defeats. Lord Paladin and Historian Fimlin Grandaxe chuckles to himself, "since w'en wer raids evah put en 'istoreh?" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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