A Call To Arms!

[Lima 774]

Cryers are sent far and wide, to everything kingdom and hold, handing out fliers and calling all to come see.

"The Ironborn, minions of Iblees prepare their forces, a assault on the dwarven capital of Kal'Agnar is expected within 4 stone hours!"

(( 7:30 GMT, 2:30 EST is battle start ))

"All are invited to aid in the defence, be it elf, man or orc! We need immediate assistance, the Empire of Khorvad has close ties to the undead, there in a immediate expectation they will have the betrayers assistance in this battle!"

(( All able to use TS, PM me or your local dwarf to get guidance on how to communicate with us. We will be gathering the majority of our force in the capital at 7 GMT / 2 EST for organisation and roll call. ))

 

[Proddy 2415]

"T'ere beh nae mention o' 'alflin'..." Posco would sigh softly as he'd make his way up to speak to the crier. "Bu'.. ah offeh ye' wha' lil' ai' ah can provide, 'gainst t'is foe." he'd give the crier an assertive nod.

[Tsuyose 3285]

Silent whispers below forth from within Dawn's Gate as Xath, the Guardian of Xan lifts his head up. The corners of his lips twitching up into a faint smile. Tongue slithering out, trailing across his parched lips as man arose from his golden throne, right arm extending as a golden mist began to excrete out from around his very form. Donning his Grandfathers equipment plate mail, tower shield and his  carbarum long sword. Each piece of fine equipment emanating a thick, holy aura.

 

"I will assist in protecting your kingdom." He whispers quietly, glancing down to Hilan's equipment, gripping the sheathed blade tightly before departing to the Dwarven lands.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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