A Declaration Of Open War

[James 425]

"You know we should probably stop fighting each other until the undead are taken care of," Thomas Delaney says as he reads one of the notices. He sighs, and continues to fight the good fight.

 

 

 

Grand Marshal Verthaik Frostbeard mumbles about how the meeting did not go how it is explained here, at all and how we wish to be the procurer of peace yet we declare war and ask for extermination upon a culture of people who hardly even exist anymore.

 

He then wanders off thinking about how dwarves should be sticking to their own damned business instead of other races' business. He then thinks about the undead and how they are still a threat and we continue with petty wars for reasons that do not exist anymore.

 

Verthaik then returns to his home and prays to the Brathmordakin for a solution and then moves to his desk to deal with Legion matters.

 

 

(( ^))

 

*Begins to mutter to himself, shaking his head upon hearing the declaration of war on Raevir by the Dwarves*

 

"Aye, let dem forget da Undead w'o slew our kin 'n Aegis 'n took dere capital unce more. Dere is a bigger t'reat at 'and 'n et seems every un is ignoring et."

 

*Sighs, going back to writing in his book on the side of the main road*

[nfurre1 51]

Dwain frowns as he begins to mutter to himself "t'eh undead continue wi't der terrorizin' nd our king declares war on sum' humans!? Ah won't be helpin' in t'is one! Nay chance."

 

He heads back into his home to finish his book.

[ChiefEightMarsh 0]

Though not a Raevir himself, Nyle Flint hears word of the declaration of war whilst polishing his newly forged sword. "If some short foreign pricks want to 'arm our kin, we'll give 'em a good fight. May these bastards pay for their bloodlust."

[MatrixNeo585 10]

Striking the rock wall with his pick thinking back to when he was on guard duty for the meeting, shaking his head

 

"The Undead sit on our threshold and we sit here preparing to slaughter humans?  How could we be so thick headed as to declare war on LIVE people."

 

Uncovering some ore with the next strike packing it away and moving on mumbling a bit more to himself

[Samson Option 9652]

"A war waged on actual, living miscreants rather than these black smog-cloaked imbeciles who keep trying to fancy themselves as actual threats", Duvaindir remarked upon his visit to the Kingdom of Urguan's capital.

 

Duvaindir then begins to squint and tenses his neck and forehead in a futile attempt to make snarky comments in his head imaginably readable through the art of telepathy, only to give up and remember that Ser Thomas Delaney and his crew of fools invented a Roman Forum named Tumblr and discussed kawaii desu philosophy with the toga-wearing individuals. Duvaindir then remembers 'too damn old for these dimwited antics that the young Sancti Amyasi men are up to'.

[JVQ 1719]

Timothy notes "Foolish king, he believes warring on the innocent will save him from destruction, no."

[Lita 677]

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