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A Call For A Reformation

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Dunrid Grandaxe enters the capital of the Kingdom of Urugan and speaks out to the dwarves.

"You speak of change, you speak of redemption. You do not care. You speak lies. I was one of you until I was forced out of the Dwarven Army. Change yourselves, make yourselves a nation of worthiness. The forges are empty, the mines are empty, the fields are empty. The forest dwarves are extinct, the doomforge are gone. One by one, the dwarves shall fall.

 

The guards are gone, the work force is gone. No dwarven merchants are seen. Be smiths, be miners, be farmers, be craftsmen. You hide behind your cloaks and just want slaughter.

 

You ask how do we fix our military, I say we reform the Legion to fix it beyond what it was. The legion is gone and needs to be taken over by the warriors that fight in the front line, not the fat dwarves who sit upon the thrones. The shield walls of the dwarves shall stand strong, the pikes of the second lines shall remain sharp. Gather legion, gather your arms and begin to train. Reform.

 

Smiths and tinkerers, come out from the shadows. Take back your halls, take back your kingdom. The dwarves were once a kingdom of the finest smiths, the finest craftsmen. I ask you to take back your nation and reform it. Stop hiding and come out.

 

Forest dwarves, come back to the lands. Return and help fix what has rotten. Most of you have become druids or have wandered into the forest and have become lost. Fix the link of engineering and nature. Fix what you have forgotten.

 

The Guilds of the Dwarves, take back what you have lost. You have once led the dwarves. You once had power instead of the kingdom. Every dwarf once had a place in a guild, now there are none.

 

I ask you dwarves, come back and reform the Grand Nation of Urugan.

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"Yeh talk uh change, yet yer clearleh bloind 'ta th' numerous reforms tha' 'ave been made since Zahrer's ascension 'ta th' T'rone. Ah'm nae' goin' 'ta waste moi toime if ye're nae' willin' 'ta look ah't our efforts fairleh." Uldar shakes his head, moving off.

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Dunrid looks at Tog. "You laugh but I see you not help the kingdom. You hide behind your stone walls and do nothing. Either help the dwarves or stay behind your walls and die. You laugh as the dwarves fade and die out. I do not want my brothers to die out, neither do you. But you rather do nothing."

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*begins making flyers about list of stark dwarves with the printing press*  Also I 'ope ye remember 'ow we fired t'e golden lance, that Balista was made by an engineer. *then goes for a little cruise in one of the many steam ships*

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Dunrid stares at Tog. "Every since we landed in Athera and retook our city, what have you done? A majority of the dwarves have done nothing but hide behind their walls, rotting. The streets of the city remain empty until someone takes a stand."

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A decrepit looking Cave Dwed speaks up,

"T'e Hoig' King 'nd t'e Council ah're buiseh fawken elven women. Yer nae ge'in aneht'in' done 'ere lad."

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And what have you done you Debby downer prick

"I left the dwarves to seek a different route. I have explored every nation, went to all the ancient libraries. I have come back now and wish to aid the nation. And also, I went through events to nearly get myself banished to help retake the city." Dunrid pulls his shirt up, revealing scars and burns that seem fresh. "I will never forget what the undead have done to me."

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((Original post updated in second or third paragraph I believe.))

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"Roight now weh need Allies, Weh are currentleh foightin' da Most powerful of da land and no-one wants tae 'elp us, We can nae Defend our Land by our selves and weh can nae walk down da street wit' out all kind o' abuse from passer bys..Not dat da opinion of a Soldier uneducated on da matteh mattehs"

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You wanna see scars * pulls up his sleeve revealing a mechanical arm* ye think ye had bad encounters with the undead.

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You wanna see scars * pulls up his sleeve revealing a mechanical arm* ye think ye had bad encounters with the undead.

A voice booms from the hall of heroes, Dreek's spirit issuing his last will into the world.

"Stahp yer jerkin tu 'ow maneh scars ye 'ave, stahp yer jerkin tu yer positiun. Luuk at yerself an yer kinsmen. Yer fecked. Ye tunnel'd an played defensive when ye need'd tu charge an fekin chop dose ankles. Wut 'appened tu da dwurves ov old? Dey doid er disappeared fer ye! Dey levt dis generation all ov der wurk, an ye've nearleh gune ov da edge. Ye ar ah kengdum of bruddahs, nae squablin houses. Recognoize yer wrungs an da leadehs amung ye, an den led dem lead. Ah'm disgust'd wid da squablin an da 'atin. Leab id be'oind an 'ave yer strungest com forwurd tu lead. Ah see dis kengdum falling, an a see onleh un mure chance tu catch id. Nae rest un yer laurels meh kinsmen, rest un da future. "

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