The Irongut

[Skippy 2466]

Skippy enters Red Urguan's Workers Party, smiling to all his workers. He looks to his most trusted friends who helped him get to this place. He nods to his fellow dwed, and raises his hand with a pickaxe in it. He begins his speech, no, his promises, to the dwed people.

 

"Ello, me kin. It is I, Skippy Irongut, yer fellow kin and friend. It is toime fer voting, an' ah believe fully dat ah 'ave de backin' ov de dwed people. Ah've endured wot terrible things ye 'ave endured durin' the past few days - violence, little minas, an' little work. Ah undahstand, because ah've been through de same. Dat's woi ah am de best candidate fer grand king ov Urguan! I am able tuh fix dese issues, in maneh simple ways.

 

Ah plan on rebuildin' burnt bridges wit' de othah nations! Gainin' allies an' less enemies, it is how we will accomplish our other goals. It may seem impossible, but in the end everyone in Vailor are kin - we will see through each other's differences and embrace each other in de end.

 

Ah've accomplished settin' up de Red Urguan's Workers Party, an oppertunity tuh make moneh fer yer work. Ye collect resources fer coin, wot could be bettah? Maneh dwarves saw dis great organization and joined it, and we're goin' strong.

 

Ah am among de commoner dwarves, an' stuck wit' de Grand Kingdom ov Urguan since it's birth - Ah've done everything, been a part o' de legion, been de high prophet, led de minin' guild, made Red Urguan's Workers Parteh, trust meh tuh lead de Dwed by bein' it's King.

 

Narvak oz Urguan!"

[Raomir 1855]

Varuk steps up onto the podium and thrusts his hands outwards, looking at the mislead masses!

 

"Do not listen to this blundering fool! This Dwarf who has no honor nor can bare to admit that this entire party was MY idea. In days past, when I believed Skippy to be an HONORABLE dwarf, I spoke to him of a grand party. A party that would fight for the workers! A party that would unite the masses of Urguan. I explained to him the intricate system of the 'warehouse' and gave him my full support. And he repays it like so. Not a word of thanks is sent my way as he claims the entire idea as his while the masses still have naught to do! I can only imagine what type of King he shall be!

 

Rapidly descents from the Podium as he walks off, the few loyal and smart Party members would follow in his stead and forsake the traitor of the revolution!

[Skippy 2466]

 

Varuk steps up onto the podium and thrusts his hands outwards, looking at the mislead masses!

 

"Do not listen to this blundering fool! This Dwarf who has no honor nor can bare to admit that this entire party was MY idea. In days past, when I believed Skippy to be an HONORABLE dwarf, I spoke to him of a grand party. A party that would fight for the workers! A party that would unite the masses of Urguan. I explained to him the intricate system of the 'warehouse' and gave him my full support. And he repays it like so. Not a word of thanks is sent my way as he claims the entire idea as his while the masses still have naught to do! I can only imagine what type of King he shall be!

 

Rapidly descents from the Podium as he walks off, the few loyal and smart Party members would follow in his stead and forsake the traitor of the revolution!

 

"Ah, Varuk, De slayer ov loyal dwarven vassals, jus' cause 'e is bored. Ye did nay create de Red Urguans Workers Party. It was de loyal dwed ye are nay givin' credit. Ye act like ye own dem tuh boost ye own ego, when ye are nay even runnin' fer king - ye are tuh buseh bein' a rebelious dwarf who is nay content with 'is own government! Ye disappear fer days, ah've barely seen ye in de capital in our toime in Vailor."

[Birdnerdy 1539]

"You all ripped off the Siegrad warehouse!' shouts Ecthallion.

[Skippy 2466]

 

"Ah' feckin' built the bloodeh thing, deh' Worker's Parteh, a Frostbeard! Seems most of yer' accomplishments are' on deh' back o' Frostbeards tae' me!" 

 

Hadrek Frostbeard would shake his head, handing in his resignation and walking away with Varuk.

 

"A citeh cannae be populated wit'out it's people. De builder takin' credit is jus' a last ditch attempt fer glory. Ah'm sorreh, but it's pathetic. Plus, ye both were nevah hired tuh begin wit'."

[James 425]

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