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The Last Greatest War

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Ah didnae start a war for that exact reason

Bu' remember, nevah le' teh innocent burn, suh

whoi duh people sit here idly when I am posecuted 

unjustly, Wha' teh people doenae understand is t'at

t'ey are teh power of teh nation, nae teh Lerds

 

((Sorry had to edit my post I read it wrong, Write in normal Zezimus))

 

 

 

Wulfgar looks back towards his son and begins to speak once again.

 

"Ye ar' nawt burnin' son, ye wer' mereleh removed frum powah. T'ere is plenteh ov toime tu fix t'e wrun's ov t'e past but t'at is nawt tu beh dun' durin' ah toime ov war. Nor is it an excuse tu turn 'awn yer kin."

 

Translated:

 

"You are not burning son, you were merely removed from power. There is plenty of time to fix the wrongs of the past but that is not to be done during a time of war. Nor is it an excuse to turn on your kin."

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Sariant Medic Leopold sits in the crowd, listening intently to the Hochmeister's speech, knowing that the Bloc's mission will only get harder before it's accomplished. He knows that his entire life has been building up to this point- for him to be the light in the darkness for wounded and dying comrades.

 

"Beliae doe Orden!" he shouts amongst the applause of the audience.

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Scout Brudder Victor Venator sighs as the speech reaches its conclusion. He heads out into the early spring day, placing a helmet upon his head, which by the day grew more and more gray hairs. It was briskly cold out, but he had drawn the watch, and would fulfill his duty. Victor limps up to the walls on Dungrimm's Mouth, pacing past dwarf legionnaires on his way to the southern lookout post. His wound from the Battle of the Dreadfort still troubles him. A dwarf legionnaire is already on duty. Victor speaks to him, not turning his head as we watches over the vast field leading from the Mouth to Kaz'ad-Dekan-Waerod. 

 

"I have fought in more wars than I can remember. I fought in the bloodshed at the battle of the Dreadfort, over the running rivers during the first World War, and even in the filth of the trenches in the last Human-Dwarf war. In only one of these battles I wore the Black Cross. Now I have returned to it, as a babe returns to its mother's milk." Victor scratches his neck slightly.

 

"This war is the worst I have ever fought in. Every day another battle, pointless daily sacrifices with no land gained. I've seen friends die and civilians slaughtered. I have seen cities ransacked and heard the screaming of the wounded. In all wars I have seen this, but never so often as this abomination. The Empire caused this. It must end." 

 

"Eh?" says the dwarf.

 

"Nevermind, just watch the damn field."

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Darion salutes as Mirtok finishes his speech. "One day, this will all be over." 

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In the lines of Black Crosses, the helmeted Sariant Adjutant nods as the Hochmeister concludes his speech. Her record keeping had been put to good use, and for this she was both thankful and proud.

"Beliae meinae bruddas, uened e besplaneg Hanseti."

After issuing a salute to the Hochmeister, she tiredly makes her way back to the castle.

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Charles Tarus stands in the crowd listening. He smiles and nods as Mirtok finishes his speech. As he leaves the area he returns to the Den and sits down in front of the fire. "It's time."

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Leonardo Visconti, hearing of the rally of the Bloc, rubs his face with his right hand tiredly, his Illatian accent unsurpressed "Merda... Another conflitto, another avversario clashing with Oren... It seems la peace will be greatly disturbato, eh si..."

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Taylor Griffin sighs at the news "So we'll have another battle like Schattenburg, Shadow Castle."

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