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Vorstag stumbled in to the capital, all that was left in his possession was a bloodied tabard and a sword. Eyes quickly fixated on him, although the war had ended, he was still coined a traitor. An entourage of legionnaires quickly surrounded him, reaching their hands for their sword hilts and axes, Vorstag unclipped the sword from his belt, allowing it to drop swiftly on to the floor, signifying his surrender, a fallen sword and a fallen warrior.

 

"I have come for my punishment." He said, showing his wrists to the soldiers, ready to be shackled.

 

Swiftly and securely the Dwarves heaved Vorstag to the throne room, dropping him before the king, awaiting his punishment.

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Demagol blinks at this, then nods, taking a seat at the senate table, watching this with a curious look.

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Thorgrim nods to his fellow Ireheart, with a smile that he is still alive, despite the fighting.

"Whel' come 'ome, friend." he would whisper as he walks past.

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Skippy Irongut looks at Vorstag, and reads out part of the treaty Belegar drafted up. He reads the section that Vorstag waits to hear.

 

"The leaders of the rebellion, Verthaik Frostbeard and his Court, shall be branded with the mark of the traitor, so that their deeds will not be as easily hidden. They shall receive full pardons, but will never hold any governmental or military position in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, or its affiliate vassals."

 

"Yeh 'ave jus' came back from fightin' kin, take a rest an' enjoy yer toime back home."

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

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