Malgonious 2758 Share Posted January 9, 2017 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIGHCoVzqtk 15th of the Sun’s Smile, 1593 “Yer beautiful, yeh know,” Four words had been spoken by a leader of the dwarves before, almost seventy years past, and it was those four words which had haunted the upper echelon of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan ever since. Gauldrim Irongut had lifted the lid on the true nature of Urguan, and for that crime he had been banished, forever to be called ‘the Clanless’ by his own people. Pederastic, depraved, and deeply abusive of the trust given to them, the dwarven elite perverted the course of nature in their dealings, laying with women, men, beasts and children. It was Hogarth Irongut, the High Prophet, the bedrock of the dwarven faith, who was the first of these deviants. When Gauldrim Irongut found an elven boy warming the High Prophet’s bed, he disseminated reports of it wherever he may. At first, Irongut wasn’t believed, but when the truth gained traction, he was shunned for it. After a disastrous attempt to seize power back for his rightful king and kinsman, who had come to the throne on the basis of being an outsider and a reformer, Gauldrim of Clan Irongut was banished. But exactly sixty-four years after, Gauldrim the Clanless, whose whereabouts and status were known to none, would receive a sort of poetic revenge against the people who had cast him out for his unwavering sense of morality. Those four words would be spoken again by the sexually perverted Grand King of Urguan, Algoda Frostbeard, in an attempt to seduce a maiden of the Ostmark. But instead of the liaison he expected, the Grand King received a meeting of a far different kind. Indeed, he was caught in fragrante delicto by Imperial soldiers, summoned there by the Jarl of that province, Baldur, son of Bjorn, of the Clan Ashtyr, a loyal vassal of His Imperial Majesty. Needless to say, instead of spending the night in the arms of a pliable human woman, the Grand King of Urguan spent the night in a Johannesburg prison. And it would be his last night. For the day afterwards, he would be sentenced to death for his crimes against the human and elven peoples. In a caricature of the universal symbol of dwarven complacency and hedonism, he would be beaten on his stomach until he was dead. It was a fitting end for a monarch so reviled, whose ostensible goal was the exterminate the human people and their independence as the preeminent power of the world. As he slapped his belly during his pronouncements, Algoda Frostbeard would speak of ‘freedom’ and ‘liberation’ for the human people, coded words for their subjugation as a series of fractured states. Divide and conquer was the chief policy of the Grand Kingdom under his reign and the reign of the pharisees of hatred who had preceded him. Behind closed doors, the ruler of the Urguanites would speak to his advisors about how these splinters would be easy prey for the dwarven predators who, in bed with orcish beasts, had forsworn their treaty with the realm of man to invade and dominate. Truth be told, there was no tyranny in the Holy Orenian Empire but that which the nonhuman coalition sought to impose, by their sponsoring of drug-addled rebels and treacherous bandits in an attempt to undo the legitimate government of the Empire, the sole guarantor of order, culture and law in the world. The Imperial people were free, and they would always be free. But criminals, bandits and traitors would always be punished through the force of the law for their endeavours to destroy the dream of utopia which the Empire sought to bring to its citizens. For too long these misshapen creatures, in their refusal to concede any sort of agreement or understanding with the Empire, have withstood as an annoyance to the advancement of humanity. Indeed, a creature such as the dwarf, a stunted beast that calls itself better than the ilk of men, surely finds solace in the companionship of its own race? Quite to the contrary, for the Grand King himself, supposedly a paragon of virtue amongst dwarvenkind, would rather occupy his interests in a time of war with that of a human girl. This species, this country occupied with the gall to withstand an Empire only pursuing the interests of all good creatures, would once again clash swords and bring the scent of death to the fields in the day, yet dally with human maidens in the night. Perhaps the enemies of mankind, the twisted and malformed insurrectionists, quislings, collaborators and racial traitors would rally behind the shaky promise that the Grand King’s execution ‘changed nothing’. Perhaps it did not, but perhaps it did. Either way, a paragon of hatred, chaos and tyranny now laid dead and buried. His body had been burnt to ash, danced on by the burghers of Johannesburg in a merry festival, and shot out of catapult in the direction of Urguan, where the winds would scatter it in all four cardinal directions. And the Holy Orenian Emperor and his people rejoiced, for they knew this would not be the last victory against the foreign invaders who sought to destroy their way of life. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
seannie 7443 Share Posted January 9, 2017 "Grand King accidentally and conveniently found, a reason to belittle him was simple to fabricate, a well constructed response immediately right after his execution and the Dweds reaction during his execution, hrm. Fishy." says someone. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Taketheshot 3834 Share Posted January 9, 2017 Ser Walter nodded as he stood behind Ser Leopold, the Emperor's morning star slamming against the Dwed "He's right you know, this does change nothing. Our victory in this war was secured long ago..." Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
InfamousGerman 1553 Share Posted January 9, 2017 "Death to the deviant!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mj. 697 Share Posted January 9, 2017 "See you in a few saints days pal" Wem Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Abeam 511 Share Posted January 9, 2017 "We're about six Saints Days away from kicking some serious beardling ass." -Excerpt uttered by Ser Berengar Helvets of the Westerlands, in conversation with his older sister. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mj. 697 Share Posted January 9, 2017 2 hours ago, Abeam said: "We're about six Saints Days away from kicking some serious beardling ass." -Excerpt uttered by Ser Berengar Helvets of the Westerlands, in conversation with his older sister. Wem would overhear this "You probably don't remember gettin wiped between some mountains a couple days ago. Gonna be something like that again!" Wem smile Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Man of Respect 5471 Share Posted January 9, 2017 Eath'Lur drinks some water and keeps reading the newspaper. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Daisy 9735 Share Posted May 9, 2017 Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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