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The Death Of Industry

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On the cold night, the Cohorts woke to sergeants screaming orders, each man rushing to place on his gear as they awake. For minutes earlier this day, the Dwarven armies had attacked Vekaro in the night, silently and without effect for the men of Raev, the strelts, men whom live their life fighting for their own sustenance, life and self are always ready. The dwarven force of Three thousand stomped in, their utter disregard for other life present as they marched waking even the heaviest of sleepers, however this would prove to be their downfall as the men of Raev leapt to defend their homes and families, crushing the initial force and pushing them back to their walls. The main force of humans arrived at the scene to discover the strelts hurling abuse over walls barely wide enough to fit an obese form of puke known as a Dwarf inside. Upon this revelation that the force smaller by three fold crushed that of the enemy, the officers ordered the burning and salting of farms, the men more than happy to destroy the sustenance of these putrid fools.

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AVE CHIVAY
AVE KEADRENI

AVE IMPERIUM

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(can we please stop with these posts, nothing but spite comes from them.)

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The farms are seen to be barren and salted as travelers walk by. Dwarves working tirelessly to replant the horrid landscape. Nothing is safe from Oren.

 

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"Ave Oren!"

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The Lord Industry raises from his throne, oil seeping from his beard, he smirks at pity Oren, "Ye know nothin' Oren, we s'all rise, strongeh, betteh, fasteh, d'is foolish breakin ef farms es not'in in teh grand scheme ef fings." He shakes his head, then recoils back into his seat, he chuckles whilst tapping his finger, closes his eyes, dreaming of the industrialized future.

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Lori, with the high alcohol content of his urine, pee on the wet coals After Lori taps off his cigar into it, they relight. He then places it back into his mouth, and gives a slow nod.

"Get reddeh' fer fat profit boys.."

 

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(can we please stop with these posts, nothing but spite comes from them.)

(So then do I have a right to call you a hypocrite since dwarves do these like all the time? )

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