Dwarven Monstrosity

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[Zezimus 1523]

Wulfgar scratches at his beard as the rumours reach his ears.

 

"T'e last ah checked, Oren permits its vassals tu flay its citizens aloive. Wut's worse, eh?"

[Raptorious 1899]

Wulfgar scratches at his beard as the rumours reach his ears.

 

"T'e last ah checked, Oren 'as its vassals flay its citizens aloive. Wut's worse, eh?"

 

"The dwarves do not deny the atrocities!"

[Zezimus 1523]

"The dwarves do not deny the atrocities!"

 

"Ah'm afraid ah wus' away w'en said atrociteh wus supposedleh committed."

[Hiebe 2493]

"Ah'm afraid ah wus' away w'en said atrociteh wus supposedleh committed."

Dwain things most dwarves were asleep

[Abeam 511]

Dwain things most dwarves were asleep

"Yah could 'ear their screams moiles' away!  Yah' bastards!'

[Org_The_Robo 288]

Orgeron leaves the scene saying: "The Dwarfies must be burned! Fley dem with carrots! Cook dem in da lava and then feed em to da chickens!"

[Zezimus 1523]

Dwain things most dwarves were asleep

 

Wulfgar thinks it was probably an Alrasian. 

[CTap 111]

*hears a man running through the streets as he takes a gulp of his ale and begins to think to himself*

"I knew I smelt the flesh of burning peasants somewhere..."

*shakes his head as he takes another sip of his beverage* 

[Samson Option 9652]

Theodosius Visconti steps up with a stark look of disbelief, muttering to himself "This can't be!". He steps through the streets of Kaldonia, walking door to door and knocks on each to hug those who open fresh from their sleep. His face is soaked with tears as he loves each and everyone of his citizenry as he helps them reach their aspirations one man, woman, and child at a time. He wipes his tear in the tavern, sharing an ale with an adolescent boy and a elder woman with genuine laughter - loving his people one person at a time. He walks to his brother Frederick and notes: "They almost impaled me on a sword for not knowing a brothel-star, now they do this?!".

[Shadowjax 140]

Wulfgar scratches at his beard as the rumours reach his ears.

 

"T'e last ah checked, Oren permits its vassals tu flay its citizens aloive. Wut's worse, eh?"

 

The light steps of a halfling courier echo throughout the Dwarven city, a scroll in his hands and a grin on his face. He places the package where the recipient may find it and quickly makes his way out of the Grand Kingdom. Should the recipient find and open the scroll, he would find the following written:

 

Dearest Wulfgar, on behalf of the Oren Empire I humbly present you with the prestigious title of 'Master Deflector', may your wit remain as powerful as your kingdom.

 

With Regards, Peasant of Vekaro.

 

If examined closely it could be seen that the print of the letter was written entirely in strelt tears.

 

[Smithers 388]

Propaganda posters arise.

 

[Helbolt 129]

Jacob hears of the news in the newly built eastern wall.  He frowns and he furrows his brow.  He shows the news of the dwarfs burning their own citizens with pitch to Count Stafyr.  "Kudos to them for using proper tactics, but the men who employ such must be of proper intelligence, not the brutes that are usually seen on the battlefield.  Ironic that they saw the value of such but executed it poorly.  We shan't make the same mistake."  As he frowns there is a distinct gleam in his eyes.

[Zezimus 1523]

 

Propaganda posters arise.

 

 

 

"Did ah rustle ye jimmies, 'oigh elf?" says Wulfgar.

[Smithers 388]