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Dunrid Grandaxe enters the dwarven city with the company of Faiz Kharadeen and a few other dwarves. They move within the great city into its center and draws up a crowd, Faiz propping down a small box to allow Dunrid to stand out taller amongst the large crowd that continues to form.

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“My fellow dwarven brothers, hear me! You have fought, you have sought anger, you have wanted the death of your brothers. You have sought to seek war, you have wanted a revolution, but I am here to say to you, this conflict must end. The dwarves must unite under a new king, a true king! We are all the true descendents of Urugan, every single one last of us! It does not matter what clan you belong to, or what prestige you hold… If you have dwarven blood, you are a descendent of His Blessed! Would our ancestors approve of our sloppy behavior? Would they approve of what we are doing to one another, what we say and what we commit? If they saw us now, they would grab the great paddle and spank each and every one of our behinds until we remember once more that we are Dwarves! A greater threat stands at our doorway, but we decide to have at it upon each other. We must change ourselves and unite! We are a Family, do not forget that! We are the Children of Urugan and we shall unite and fight together to preserve the ever lasting standing of our great people!

 

 

Dunrid Grandaxe looks around the crowd, now directing his speech towards the soldiers.

“Brothers of the Legion, you have split under each of the clans. Your swords have rusted, your muscles are weak, your stomachs break your clothes. I challenge you all to take charge of the Legion and fix it. We are not a proper force to reckon with if we are all disorganized and in shambles. Unite, and fight alongside your brothers again!”

 

Dunrid Grandaxe takes a moment to regain his breath, then directs his speech towards the dwarven workforce.

“Brothers of the Workforce, you have put down your picks, hammers, axes, and hoes. You have given up on your nation. The vault remains empty, the farms grow with weeds, the mines and smiths remain cold. I ask of you one thing, and one thing only.. Raise your tools again and aid your great kingdom into starting another Golden Age!”

 

Dunrid and Faiz nod together as the dwarven crowd begin to discuss amongst one another, Dunrid stepping down from the small makeshift podium to allow Faiz to speak this time.

 

“My friends, I ask of you all for one thing, and one thing only.. Unite and stop being dumb! Do not bicker over who became king, do not bicker on who managed to pick up the loot of a corpse, do not bicker over the other clans, do not bicker over anything! Because you are all dwarves, and you are all better than that! You all have something that Oren doesn’t.. Beautiful beards! So lets have those Orenians know what dwarven swords taste like!

 

Faiz and Dunrid draw swords and strike them in the air and shout

“Unity! Unity!”

And the dwarves within the crowd all shout out with glee, rejoicing and shouting aloud as well.

 
((The OOC Nation has died. The Age of Rp has begun for the dwarves.))
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqvBT9fSEHw

 

Faiz rejoices as the great kingdom of Urguan undergoes great changes, removing all demonic mind magic (OOC) out of the kingdom and purifying themselves!

 

"UNITY! UNITY! UNITY!"

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Dunrid replies to Siegmund before having all of the Legionnaires escort him out of the dwarven mountains. "I be bloodeh Dunrid Wolfbone Oakenbane Treebeard Braveaxe Grandaxe da Commanda' of da Dwarven Legion. Wan' ta know aneh thin' else?"

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"Who **** is kid acting all mighty like the creator?" shouts Siegmund from the dwarven wall

 

For once Odin agrees with this swine, "Aye 'e be a nubodeh and un ov Akvar's puppets."

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Demagol stares and blinks at Dunrid "Wot..t'e..bloodeh..ding dong are ye doin'? Why is t'at 'umri wit' ye? Fer Dormmar's sake!" He shakes his head.

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Dunrid speaks to those that insult his speech.

"Ya can say all ya want. But you bloodeh idiots get nothin' done. Da Thanes an' Lords would constantleh argue instead of fixin' thin's. Da workforce is gone, da Legion be in ruins. I wan' ta fix wha' we 'ave an' I be goin' ta do so. Nothin' is stoppin' meh. An' I be no pawn. I care for one thin' an' dat be da Kingdom. We need to stop da Civil war before it begins. We need ta unite da clans an' take 'onor on who we be."

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Demagol stares and blinks at Dunrid "Wot..t'e..bloodeh..ding dong are ye doin'? Why is t'at 'umri wit' ye? Fer Dormmar's sake!" He shakes his head.

 

Faiz looks to Demagol, a smile streaking across his face "I am Faiz Kharadeen, and I am with Dunrid because I agree that this split between the dwarves must be sowed back together. Any other questions?"

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Faiz looks to Demagol, a smile streaking across his face "I am Faiz Kharadeen, and I am with Dunrid because I agree that this split between the dwarves must be sowed back together. Any other questions?"

"Otheh t'en t'at Dunrid is bloody stupid tu' bring 'umri into dwedmar affairs, nae. Ah'm gud."

Demagol walks off, going to continue pondering over books and papers.

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Akvar looks to Odin in utter astonishment.

 

"'Ave ye realleh lost soight as well!? Yer t'e fawkin clan faddeh an' ye turn on one ov' yer own? Wot 'as 'appened to t'e 'onor ov' t'e Dwarves. Ah 'ave no puppets in dis election an' wish onleh fer a fair vote loike aneh otha' toime. Ye should beh ashamed not onleh fer turnin' on a fellow dwed, but a member ov' yer own clan! Dat is unacceptable an' ah foind no 'onor in a dwed w'o would do t'at, especialleh an Ire'eart!"

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"Otheh t'en t'at Dunrid is bloody stupid tu' bring 'umri into dwedmar affairs, nae. Ah'm gud."

Demagol walks off, going to continue pondering over books and papers.

Faiz watches Demagol go, shrugging "I live in Urguan, does that mean I am not allowed to aid the other dwarves in their affairs? Oh well."

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"I disloike most people 'ere present. Fokin' beardlin's." states Aengoth

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

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