Grabbing The Bull's Horns

[𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖚𝖘𝖍 2451]

 

Many voices can be heard conversing while the Ash Tree looms overhead, bodies and skeletons hang from its limbs displaying Norland’s enemies and the judgement of the All-Father. A bright and shiny crown displays across the top of Donovan Ruric’s head as he speaks to the people of Norland. The Vikings and Valkyries of the Ruric Guard listen closely as he begins to speak of the Half-Men marching upon their lands, “The All-Father looks upon us during these dire days. Many may feel anxious for the war to begin but listen to my words brothers, we will drive these Half-Men to the depths of the realm of which they belong!” he speaks confidently to the crowd peering with serious and determined eyes “The plains of the realm belong to Humanity and the descendants of Horen.”

 

“The Dwarves do not belong upon the surface with the rest of the civilized nations of Axios, they dwell in the depths of the realm with the rest of the rats and feral beasts.”

“They stoop low enough to publicly produce feces in front of one another to wipe on the Ash Tree and insult the glorious All-Father.” Donovan’s frown would grow deeper as a deep hatred begins to fulfill him as he endures his ancestors struggles. “There is too much at risk with the Half-Men shitting all over our plains and fields including the denial to comply to a cease fire and suppress Norland from fighting the true fight against the Undead.” He peers watches the crowd from the Ash Tree, he turns his gaze onto the blocked catacombs underneath the tree “We have endured much aggression since the Isles of Vailor, brothers. Even now we face two threats, one attacking us from foreign lands along with the exponential growth of the Undead in the catacombs.”

The shadow of the Ash Tree hangs over Donovan as he scratches as his rugged beard "It seems the Dwarves look to anything now to begin a war for the grudge they have held was towards Thomas Ruric for his betrayal. I do not share his blame, nor am I a descendant of his blood for I am the son of Ivanhoe and a descendant of Freyson. Those who carried his blood are either missing or died from illness." As Donovan stands above his people he stares over their heads towards House Grimlee's lands examining the distance "If we allow the Dwarves to march onto the Krag they will surely allow Hell to be let loose. Their shelling will bombard the Krag and unleash the Hordes of Undead and further decrease our chances against aiding the Westerlands against the True Fight."

"They MUST be pushed back immediately."

 

[colovian fur 8362]

"URGUAN DWARF AM HALF HEIGHT MUTANT OF THANNIC WASTE." shouts Rufus, before drawing a depiction of the Dwarves of Urguan.

 

 

 

[McDaedra 261]

Mafraedon laughs heartily, "Et wood defile a dwed ter shite on yeh t'rone. Et beh 'orse feces."

[Chryasor 269]

Daitan smiles widely at the speech "Well, i guess it is time then." He turns towards the dissapointing walls of the krag, sighing a bit "Back to work then"

[gandalfo 1452]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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