The Jolly Dweds Demise

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Odin returns from his travels and sees Agnar speaking ill of a dead Dwed. He walks up to him and simply punches him in the face. "W'ere beh yer manners yer *****! Tis nawt guud w'en weh slay our own kin! Ye an Ire'eart ye shuwn respect da ded ye ****!"

Agnar gets punched by Odin

"Odin, I s'ow mi respect and im loyal tuh teh Grand Kingdom o' Urguan...but its 'ard not tuh kill ah dwed w'en t'ey cum running at yeh wit' ah sword."

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Hogarth walks among the dead, stepping over the corpses of the fallen warriors, his long robe falling over them as he moves carefully. He stumbles upon Varuk's body and frowns, kneeling over him and closing his eyes, making sure he rests. He begins to mutter to himself as he looks over the dead Dwarf. 

 

"Ah war ah kinslayin'...Teh gods would ah never wished fer t'is..." he sighs "Still, ah believe 'e fought fer 'is cause, an' faught well. Teh Dwarves were nut made tuh beh devoided, but en such we must care fer our enemies as much as our friends." He says, heaving Varuk's lifeless body up onto his shoulders. He gets a footing on the blood laden ground, starting his slow walk to the Frostbeard hold "Weh shall seh ef t'ey wunt ah funeral..." he mutters, continuing on his way.

[Knighty 18]

Kailon sat at his desk, legs propped onto the table, as he gazed into the dimming dusk sky. A plume of fragrant smoke left his nose, as it dispersed across the floor of his attic abode. The dwarf placed a hand over his head, and shook in dismay, thinking back on the battle.

 

"We should've been wun. A grand people o' prosperity 'n' might. But what did we succumb tuh?"

 

The dwarf inhaled another cloud of vapour, his mind already set on what he was saying to himself in after-thoughts. Kailon opened his mouth to speak, as smoke weaved its way out amidst his teeth,

 

"Greed".

 

He blew out the rest of the smoke, as he sat back in his finely-crafted pinewood chair, and gazed into the darkening sky, a torch to his side becoming the only light-source in his presence. As his elbow met the desk's surface, his forehead met his palm.

 

"Nae matter 'ow we justify our actions. Be it survival, necessiteh, or savagereh. We all succumbed tuh our dwarven curse, an' readileh Kin-slayed without hesitation".

 

Kailon inhales some of the smoke wafting around his face, exhaling it out of his nose shortly after with a long sigh.

 

"....Ooooh 'ow teh mighteh 'ave fallen".

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