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Orenia The Ruthless - A Hammer For A Feast

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Saeros clutches his newly acquired medal tightly in his fist, rocking himself in the fetal position as he quietly mutters " Not an elf. " repeatedly until he falls asleep.

 

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"Hm, I got to ask if I may study this hammer." notes Silus.

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*Everyone else including the GM's rub their forehead with all the chaos going on during this whole battle of raids and ignoring of rules... "Why can't it be proven and knocked out at once with a /single/ battle of who is the victor?" Versutia says with an irritated expression while seeing all the dead bodies.

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Word reaches a young lord in his study via Briarwood courier. Exiting the Arcanum, Rhys Briarwood looks over the ramparts of Caer Rhoswyn, studying the bustling city below.

 

"What marvelous news! Ave Orenia! Ave Chivay!"

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Fimlin laughs as he hears they have the wrong hammer, and that the real Hammer of Urguan is in Kal'Arkon, the hammer of Aelris can **** itself.

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Fimlin laughs as he hears they have the wrong hammer, and that the real Hammer of Urguan is in Kal'Arkon, the hammer of Aelris can **** itself.

 

Oh , he's right. The Hammer of Urguan is made out of newspaper and false hopes.

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Edward II rides out to overlook the carnage. The stench overtakes him, the stench of sun-beatened flesh and fecal discharge. Thousands of beardlings lay rotting in the fields, the carrion birds plucking from their contorted faces glassy eyes fixed in an expression of terror. A single fallen Orenian aquila standard with red and white banners affixed to its head lies trapped in a mound of dwarven bodies. Edward dismounts from his horse and retrieves the standard, lifting it above the gore, the sun catching on its golden form, and he smiles, "Exterminatus."

((Now that's how you write a victory post. Props to Vulcus, and props to the brave men of Oren.))

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*The Hammer of Urguen Empire is made out of baby dwarf children that have been put in ovens at the age of 1 and made with ash*

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Fimlin laughs as he hears they have the wrong hammer, and that the real Hammer of Urguan is in Kal'Arkon, the hammer of Aelris can **** itself.

 

(( Oh, believe me worldiswar, I would not expect the Dwarven pocket GMs to let RP happen, I'm almost confident it will be respawned for you so don't worry.

 

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Thanks 30326 and Zarsies! ))

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(( Oh, believe me worldiswar, I would not expect the Dwarven pocket GMs to let RP happen, I'm almost confident it will be respawned for you so don't worry.

 

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Thanks 30326 and Zarsies! ))

 

((what sweet guardian angels, looking out for the noble dwarves against big bad oren!!! :) I wish you were overreacting here but youre not lol))

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(Different hammer my bad)

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"It brings me great joy to see such power sharpened to a blade's edge and made to cut the enemies of the Crimson-Silver. Such would do a Mali proud." 

 

He laughs to himself and replaces the bowstring upon his longbow.

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Zahrer raises an eyebrow at the mention of this odd hammer, The Hammer of Urguan being kept in Kal'Arkon and all. He does not know what this Hammer of Aelris or whatever is...

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