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The Kingdom, Stalled In The Snow

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In the frozen fields outside Drakenburgh, the two kingdoms collided. The harsh northern winds bit through steel and cloth alike as soldiers from both sides huddled together in rank and form. The Dwarven siege camp bustled with activity, launching projectiles towards the stone walls as snowflakes drifted lazily overhead. From the castle parapets, no answer came but silence. It was then, suddenly and brutally, they struck.

 

The Orenian forces, surging like the tide against a child's castle of sand, swept over the opposition with a brutal finality. The siege was stalled, the attackers scrambling to defend themselves against the superior counter-assault, dying in droves before setting foot on field or ladder to wall. Soon, overwhelmed by the steel and arrows of man, the dwarven invaders led a retreat. Cornered in their hole of Polaris, the assailants turned defender, The Orenian Forces regrouped, and continued their push. 

 

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The air soon split with thunderous cracks, the human blasting powder taking its toll on the dwarven siege-post, short, stumpy bodies and limbs flying through the air. The final charge came soon after, the blitz sending Orc and Dwarf alike scattering with howls and cries. Soon, the field and city lay dormant, the ground shaking with cries of human victory.

 

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"Ave Orenia!"

"Hail Vydra!"

"God shits on the stouts!"

 

From the snow and hills they had come, and to the snow and hills they were sent reeling back.
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John chants in victory as he washes the blood from his sword

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Constantine sets down his houses banners in the body of a dwarf cheering

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Publius curses, looking to the sky.

 

"Why must Dwarven blood be so hard to wash out of clothing?"

 

His uniform, drenched in blood, is soon replaced.

 

(RIP Dwarves: Rot in piles)

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Jace begins looking for a new tabard in the armory, because his old one is tattered and stained with dwarven blood.

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"The dwarves seem to have bit off more than they could chew", Emma vladov thinks to herself from the seven skies, She smiles as her sons and brothers take to the battlefield, leading the charge against the halfman menace.

 

"Yeah, Klan be the set, we dont take kindly to threatz." she mutters

 

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The Walrus Man laughs, as he kills dwarves with his glorious nekbeard. They cannot handle it's greatness. As the dwarves with their lesser beards gaze upon the Ultimate Bear of Neck, they die one by one. It was not Orenian steel that won this battle, no; it was neckbeard sweat. 

 

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Fili cleans off an amount of Orenian blood from his warhammer after waking up at the temple "Funneh eh. War 'as no meaning since weh all jus' wake up n' hour later in deh temple. Guess killing folks is jus' fun fer Orenians? Don't realleh get em annehfing. No different den deh Undead in my eyes."

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