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Hammers hit their anvils in the forge, drunken dwarves sing folk songs in the Dancing Igor and the sound of axes clashing resonate from the Legion hall. Joy and might fills the Grand Halls of Kal’Omith as their citizens rejoice from the victories of war. However, one amongst them had a meeting with faith. In the deepest and darkest halls of the city, mumbles and squeals were heard before an eerie silence overcame the darkness.

 

The next morning cries of anguish echo through the city and wake the dwarven citizens. A gathering of dwed surround the center of Kal’Omith where a body hangs limp from a bloody rope. The headless body swings back and forth above a wooden pike protruding from the ground. At its tip the head of the Grand Queen rests impaled. Her hollow eyes give off an air of sadness and despair to all who met their gaze. On her forehead a single word is brutally carved into the flesh.

 

                                                          “KAVIR

 

 

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((For gods sake Toni. You posted forum death that's like proper death! Also now Crevin's sad.))

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Pushing his way through the large amassing of dwarves, Wulfgar Grandaxe's eyes widen as he comes across the grisly sight of the Queen's impaled head.

 

"Kavir... A fellow dwarf must 'ave done this. T'e Brathmordakin condemn t'e act ov kinslayin' as t'e greatest dishonour to Yemekar's creation. Mark my words, whatever un'oly spawn ov Khorvad did this will be brought to justice n' delivered beneath t'e gods' roighteous fury for their croimes."

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Gloin Ireheart would be in the tavern, getting drunk during the incident.

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The High Prophet makes his way through the crowd, a saddened expression resting on his face. He shakes his head in dissapointment as he meets the gaze of the dead queen. "This is en act of Treasun! I will personalleh 'unt down teh murderer. Ye cannay 'ide from teh axe of justice." He'd motion to some of the legion soldiers in the crowd, "Clean this up lads. She nay deserves this kind of disrespect. We will 'old a GRAND funeral in teh comin days. Send word te all dwed of teh Kingdom... Khorvad will nay 'ave 'is way."

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Whoever did this must beh Ironcasted....Who eva' did this has betrayed the Kengdom and deserves death" Dimlin would say outraged

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"I smell frost beard... "

 

said Dormin.

"I smell frost beard... "

 

said Dormin.

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Dwalin makes his way through the crowd to meet his Queen's gaze. He'd hang his head in despair, looking around the crowd, "Onleh a spawn ov Khorvad could have done d'is malignant action. Et was onleh a matter ov time befor' da taint ov da Deep Roads crawled to da surface. Weh must beh vigilant, and on da readeh." Dwalin would exit, hanging his head, and leaving behind him a white Aengulic flame next to post

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Hjalrik stands beside the rest of the mourning, enraged, or saddened dwarves, shaking his head in a mixture of disbelief and anger. His eyes droop away from the macabre sight, muttering only to himself in a sorrowful tone.

 

"Khorvad's spawn will answer fer t'eir croimes. T'ese cowards will run out o' places t' hoide, an' Urguan will 'ave justice."

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Traveling with a few of his Ag'Karak soldiers, he notices the crowd and moves the way through, as his glowing eyes stare at the head of the Queen, a woman he saw fought bravely at the last Tournament. His posture turns strict and his expression radiates a collected but billowing hatred, where the others mourn and cried, Thond Doomforged roars out in hatred. Taking his Maul and storming out, hatred filling his vision.

 

"It be time for a Reckonin'! it be time we find dis Kinslayer, and paint deh 'alls wit' der blood! Vengeance shall be had! Death to deh Traitors!"

 

 

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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. 

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