Warriors Of Gold

[Josh3738 3137]

The fires of the Undead still raged across the city as the five dwarves stood watching. The thick, black smoke still rose silently from the burning buildings as fire continued to fall from the sky.

 

 

Lord Zahrer Irongrinder stood slightly before the group, his golden armor shining brightly through the smoke and fog. In one hand he clutches his golden sword, a relic of the ancients of Urguan, and in the other the severed head of one of the cultists. Looking down at the head he frowned. "A shame...our kin 'ave fallen low lads... Weh w'o were shunned fer defendin th' kingdom in toimes uf need. Su weh left... An' wit' takin our leave th' Gran' Kingdom fell. Now weh are called upon t' return now when weh are needed mure t'an eveh." He turns to the four behind him. "Call upon th' othehs. Th' old lurds beh returnin. Weh mus' restore th' balance." He turns again, glancing once more at the contents of his hand before throwing the head of Darenth Ironborn into the lava below.

 

 

The five turn, beginning to move down the South side of the mountain.

[James 425]

((Are you trying to bring the Golden Lances back??? -_-))

[JVQ 1719]

Thrain Irongut grunts

"Dun speak ov yerselves as t'ose who ''eld t'e Kingdom together. Ye were t'e ones w'o ran us tuh t'e ground, yer nae ascended lance w'o should represent our forefathers and save us jus' because ye wear fanceh golden armour. Ye can feck off tuh t'e under kingdom if ye ask me, ye lot were nevah aneh good."

[Josh3738 3137]

Thrain Irongut grunts

"Dun speak ov yerselves as t'ose who 'led t'e Kingdom together. Ye were t'e ones w'o ran us tuh t'e ground, yer nae ascended lance w'o should represent our forefathers and save us jus' because ye wear fanceh golden armour. Ye can feck off tush t'e under kingdom if ye ask me."

 

Nobody appears to hear the one dwarf and the other four who stand alone on the mountain. The dwarves around Thrain look at him like he's crazy as he speaks to himself, nowhere near the five...

[JVQ 1719]

Thrain would note that Zahrer can't stop him listening to their conversation. I see all

[Tethras 278]

 Farren upon seeing the so called Lords and hearing their "talk" from his nearby cave proceeds to send a letter. It is sent to these "Lords" before Farren ended up chocking at the irony and dying.

 

"You call yourself Lords? The only true Lords this Kingdom has known are those of old, the ones who brought the system in the first place back in Elysium. The rest of us have merely been shadows in comparison to their glory. The Lords no longer deserve to hold such an noble title even if they call themselves that.  Since the time of Thorin Empire and onwards the title has been tainted and practically shat upon by their successors. Only a rare few can truly be called Lords from their successors. You're not Lords, merely parasites. We've only served ourselves not our people. Stop with your foolish dreams of glory, for it only serves Khorvad the God of Ambition. For that is what ultimately the Lord title represents, ambition. Not service, or glory. Just petty ambition that only serves to damage our people. Let the new generation wipe our wrongs, for we will only do plunge our people into further disarray with our greed. My times runs short though, so I shall end this by saying this. My fellow Lords, I await you in Khorvads Hall. Do not worry I'll be sure to ask our most grotesque host to save you all a special seat. After all that is what lies at the end of a Lords path, the path of ambition. May we rot in damnation together for our crimes. 

 

Sincerely,

 

Your Senior, Lord Farren Starbreaker. The servant of Yemekar who has strayed, may he take  mercy upon my soul.

 

((Couldn't resist :P Have fun!)) 

 

He makes sure to send some extra copies around for people to read, in case of accidental destruction.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol laughs as he walks past them "Ye lads tryin' tu' ge' yer ol' titles back it seems? Wantin' yer poweh back? Ye fiove are t'e bane ov Urguan. Ye killed some cultists. Ye didn' save us. Go back tu' death, ye greedeh /unded/."

 

Demagol walks away, and he goes back to smithing, and preparing for the coming days.

[Josh3738 3137]

Demagol laughs as he walks past them "Ye lads tryin' tu' ge' yer ol' titles back it seems? Wantin' yer poweh back? Ye fiove are t'e bane ov Urguan. Ye killed some cultists. Ye didn' save us. Go back tu' death, ye greedeh /unded/."

 

Demagol walks away, and he goes back to smithing, and preparing for the coming days.

Zahrer wonders why everyone is over the top of a mountain nowhere near the main battleground... "**** uff ye undead cultist befure ye end up loike Darent'."

 

 Farren upon seeing the so called Lords and hearing their "talk" from his nearby cave proceeds to send a letter. It is sent to these "Lords" before Farren ended up chocking at the irony and dying.

 

"You call yourself Lords? The only true Lords this Kingdom has known are those of old, the ones who brought the system in the first place back in Elysium. The rest of us have merely been shadows in comparison to their glory. The Lords no longer deserve to hold such an noble title even if they call themselves that.  Since the time of Thorin Empire and onwards the title has been tainted and practically shat upon by their successors. Only a rare few can truly be called Lords from their successors. You're not Lords, merely parasites. We've only served ourselves not our people. Stop with your foolish dreams of glory, for it only serves Khorvad the God of Ambition. For that is what ultimately the Lord title represents, ambition. Not service, or glory. Just petty ambition that only serves to damage our people. Let the new generation wipe our wrongs, for we will only do plunge our people into further disarray with our greed. My times runs short though, so I shall end this by saying this. My fellow Lords, I await you in Khorvads Hall. Do not worry I'll be sure to ask our most grotesque host to save you all a special seat. After all that is what lies at the end of a Lords path, the path of ambition. May we rot in damnation together for our crimes. 

 

Sincerely,

 

Your Senior, Lord Farren Starbreaker. The servant of Yemekar who has strayed, may he take  mercy upon my soul.

 

((Couldn't resist :P Have fun!)) 

 

He makes sure to send some extra copies around for people to read, in case of accidental destruction.

 

 Zahrer smiles as he sits in his room reading the letter. "Poor Farren. Ye seem t' misundehstand whut ah meant by th' old lurds...it beh nae matteh...fer suun enough all will know." He turns his head, glancing to the obsidian lined case on his desk.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol isnt a cultist, never was. "Racist mountain dwed.."

[Guest]

Gundin Grandaxe cups his hands around his mouth as to project, "Wouldn't 'ave 'appen'd if Midgor wos still King!"

[Greener 687]

Odin thinks Zahrer is just another switchimus

 

"Stuwpid idiot"

[Dreek 1633]

Dreek chuckles from the halls of Dungrimm, going to find Igor to see if they can have a good laugh together.

[Fimlin 1997]

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Grand King Fimlin Grandaxe violently shakes his head

"Nope, nope, nope nope nope NOPE."

[Hiebe 2493]

Dwain laughs.

"Dis shuld be fun tu watch."

[Lefty 1696]

Igor meets up with his brother Dreek in the halls of Dungrimm and shares an ale with him as they look back on their lives and laugh at their old comrades horrible attempt at regaining their power.