War Of Honor

[Dtrik 330]

Dear Conflicting Leaders of Urguan's Children

 

We cannot seperate ourselves from the conflict of the world. We find ourselves siding with sides in unneeded conflicts. We fight with scare tactics and hide in our fortresses. Our armies ambush rather than fight the enemy face up.

 

I ask the council to formally declare a war of honor against the orcs.

I ask for our kingdom to fight the orcish horde like our forefathers did.

I ask to continue a glorious tale of the proud battles that led our race to glory!

 

I plead, let us not continue our broken path.

I ask to regain our lost honor.

 

~Chase Irongut

 

OOC

Honestly, this nation wants pvp, besides being massacred by undead people want pvp. I see this as making rp sense and ooc sense. The orcs and dwarves are chill oocly too so I this this as a good way to have pvp without as much ooc bull other nations cause.

[Lima 774]

"Wait, 'ahm nay following....

Why did the orcs need 'ah war, apart from 'istory's sake?" The thane asks.
 

[Dtrik 330]

For 'onor... Chase raises a brow at the obvious answer.

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

"Yes. War with the race that liberated your city from the undead. Why not join existing wars if you're than hungry for battle." says Snickers

[Dizzy771 900]

"Aye, vereh 'onorable tu begin foightin wit' ot'er races w'en Iblees an 'is cursed undead are breat'in down our necks. Makes sense tu meh"

[Dtrik 330]

"Yes. War with the race that liberated your city from the undead. Why not join existing wars if you're than hungry for battle." says Snickers

As oi see et weh are now on equal terms wit t'e orcs. Weh 'elp stabilize t'eir government und t'ey 'elped us retake our 'ome.

 

 

 

"Aye, vereh 'onorable tu begin foightin wit' ot'er races w'en Iblees an 'is cursed undead are breat'in down our necks. Makes sense tu meh"

 

 

W'en 'as t'ere not been ah t'reat ov an antagonistic force t'at wants tuh destroy all ov loife on t'is world? Hmmm? Oi would not say t'e undead are breathen down ye necks, ye purposely go out looken tuh foight them tuh enturn beh slaughtered.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Art snorts, then shifts his collar over his neck, shuffling off.

"This is literally the most stupid thing that anyone could conceivably think of. This is the kind of stupid that deserves an award. This is a special kind of stupid."

[ryno2 1285]

Valandil sits alone in the dark realm, a nameless Dwarven mole relaying this news to him.

 

 

666th post is a undead post, what a coincidence

[Grouchy 64]

"T'ey be nutin' but bandits 'n' savages." - Raknol.

[Dizzy771 900]

W'en 'as t'ere not been ah t'reat ov an antagonistic force t'at wants tuh destroy all ov loife on t'is world? Hmmm? Oi would not say t'e undead are breathen down ye necks, ye purposely go out looken tuh foight them tuh enturn beh slaughtered.

 

"Aye now? Was our 'ome bein taken frum us an dwarven men, women, and children bein mercilessleh slaughtered by tu Ironborn an t'ere undead backing us "goin out lookin fer a foight"? Bah, t'is sounds more loike ye pitchin fer a fight tu satisfy yer own vaniteh."

[Kardel 1054]

Kardel grumbles, stirring from his seat as he reads the letter stuck onto the door of his tower with a ball of lard by Chase. He then proceeds to send letters to all the dwarves that are interested, particularly those that are already in the conversation, to meet and converse in Kal'Karaad. Everyone magically shows up as, strangely, all of them already have a copy of the letter. They all proceed to debate their thoughts on this letter of Chase's that would otherwise be personal and only sent to dwarven leaders, but has somehow managed to leak everywhere. The orcs have it, the undead have it, everyone has it! This is not the first time this has happened; believe it or not, such a gathering to discuss otherwise unknown matters happens on a daily basis. Today Kardel chose to attend.

 

"Chayse, ah get w'ere he be goin', an' unless da rest o' ye were dropped on da 'ead by Ogradhad himself, ye shuud see wut 'e be tryin ta say as well! Chayse wunts friendly skirmishes wif da Orcs, military practice almost. Since Chase could nae foind un better werd, 'e used da word "Wor", w'ich we certainly dun wunt wif da Orcs. Now, friendly skirmishes unce in a woile, loike tournaments, wuud be lovely. Indeed, dere be nae foiner way to christen eur new city, bot wif un Grand Torunament!"

 

"Because oll ye beardlin's be su fecken paranoid o' da undead, fink a lil' bit. Dun wurreh, ye wunt die. Usin' yer brains be guud sometimes! Who knew!"

 

"Anyways. . .da Undead seemed strong. . .aye, dey seemed unbeatable, bot w'en an unorganized army o' ragtag militia captured deir stronghold despite da Undead's superior fortification. . .I really doubt deir true power. Aye, aye. Dun get yer nickers in a twist yet! Ah knou 'ow da undead be su powerful wif deir evil magics an' deir wands dat shoot fireballs dat instantly kill well trained, well armored soldiers frum miles away, bot dey got nae strategy. If instead o' rushin' into battle mindlessely da "champions" o' da descendants thought deir actions over an' used sumefin called /strategy/, den we cuud easileh take out da extremely unorganized undead. . .we did eht en Kal'Agnar."

 

"As fer bein' grateful ta da orcehs fer freein' eur city, we are. We like da orcs, dey be loike our taller, uglier brudders w'o cant play Bagpoipes fer shite but make amazin' pastry chefs. Case closed. . ."

 

". . .speakin' o' pastry chefs, wish Rap'Lur wus 'ere. . .dat boi knous 'ow ta make sum guud sweetrolls."

[Glyc 234]

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