And So He Spoke

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

And who are you, the proud dwarf said

That I must look so high?

Only a race of a higher stance.

That's rest is all but lies.

 

A force of stouts, or a force of men

A kingdom still has steel

And mine are are armed and fierce my lord

Our strength is very real.

 

And so he spoke, and so he spoke

That king of manlet land.

And now the stouts, weep o'er their caves.

Their blood spilled o'er the land.

And now the stouts, weep o'er their caves.

Their blood o'er the land.

[Hiebe 2493]

Dwain is highly upset.

"We fight a war when we need all dwarves to fight and you defend one who obviously rigged an election. Shame upon those who are blinded by their greed."

[Jachnun 566]

"Power hungry pricks, narcism at it's finest. They are the epitome of corruption in this world!" 

[Kardel 1054]

Duregar wonders what the actual **** the Lord's Council is doing.

 

The Lord Council is doing what the Grand Council of Fenn should have done long ago.

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

Kjellos sends down a bolt of lightening unto the Dwarvern Halls, the skies thunder with his approval.

[lukejes 55]

"Ah'm tellin' ya," Kwint tells his drinking buddies. "As soon as Ah resign, everythin' crumbles. T'ere is no denying it."

[Terafir 90]

Aret stares at the short being in jet black armour standing before him, and he pauses for a second.

"Well, this is certainly interesting."

The air hangs with the silence of that understatement.

"What of the new Lord that the former Grand King put into place? Will he be a problem?"

The black armoured being shook its head.

Aret carefully nods. "Good. I assume the elections are happening soon?"

"Aye, o-course. Alreadeh underway in fact."

"Good. And who are the candidates?"

"Fimlin Grandaxe, Vorstag Grandaxe, Ognar Grandaxe, Lat'ros Ironbeard, and Kjell Ire'eart II."

"Any ones that we should be aware of that may disrupt the balance?"

"Vorstag was tu king just removed. Un lord regretted tu decision an be tryin tu put 'im back on t'a t'rone. Ot'er wise tu ot'ers be mostleh alroight."

Aret narrows his eyes slightly. "Will you permit to tell me which lord?"

"It beh nae secret, tu nominations be public after all. Balek Irongut."

Aret calmly thinks it over, drumming his fingers on his leg. "See what you can do. I trust you know what is best for the balance. Is there any further information I should be made aware of?"

"Ah believe t'at Kjell, Ognar, er Lat'ros be tu best choices. It will beh a toight race. Fimlin seems a bit... frail fer tu position."

""Noted. Is there any further information you discern to be useful that you wish to tell me?"

The helmet twists as the wearer shakes it's head. "Nae, as it stands tu war is progressin as it was an everyt'in is tu same."

Aret sighs. "Indeed. Perhaps one day it truly will end. Good luck."

"Aye."

The figure in armour clanks off, and Aret takes a moment to adjust his plans. "I suppose it may work out after all..." He turns and stares out across the land, wondering where the other two Trinity members are out there... Perhaps they may come soon... Perhaps they may not...

[Greener 687]

Odin shouts

 

"DUWN WIF DA LORDS!"

[Flayings 165]

"Chibbed." says man. 

 

[[ ! ! ! Not chibberoo my friend. Do not break International Chibius Law. Only those of Flay backgrounds may declare a legitimate chibbing or chibbage. ]]

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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