[Archived]The Kal'Bogrin Offensive

[Burnsy 437]

 

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbOCob23pw4

Papers fly around the room in the meeting room of Kal’Bogrin in a frenzy in preparation for the offensive against the September Prince. Dwarves running in an out deliver pieces of paper to various points in the room, shouting over one another to deliver their message as clear as possible. A small council of dwarves sit in the room adjacent to chaos in the meeting room. “By mah estimates, teh offensive will beh ah resoundin’ success.” Svardin Grandaxe declares with force to the room. High Diplomat Ulhart Grandaxe strokes his beard, handing off a piece of paper to Borin Grandaxe, “Got anotheh teh ‘elp wit teh pledge der support.” Before Borin can respond, a beardling runs into the room holding a small note making sure to show the seal to Ulhart. The letter is quickly received by Svardin who sends it towards Ulhart like an arrow. Ulhart catches the leader and begins looking over it; a smile spreads across his face as he finishes. “What of it?” Asks Fimlin from the corner of the room. Ulhart shows the letter to Fimlin, a smile forms across his face as well. 

 

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The Seal:

Ulhart leaves to go to the other room, still in chaos. Standing on a chair he shouts “Lads! Put out the word, send letters to every settlement in Atlas! Bogrin needs all the help it can get against the September Prince!”

[!] A poster is placed in each settlement in Atlas. [!]

[Wand 1220]

Beneath the ash-speckled canopies of Caras Eldar, the Praetor receives copies of the poster from his Virarim scouts, the elven commander stood before the barracks steps. The years-long war had taken its toll upon what would have otherwise been a youthful elven visage. Even so, the proposal, the unspoken invitation between his fingertips kindles the fire within him. For he was Fëanor -- Flameborne by name and honorary rank. His bare left hand clasped into a fist, displaying the blood-silver ring of his Oath, his House.

 

"By the honour of my name, my House, and my Blood," he remarks to none, provoking confusion in the scout. "I may not remember all, but I am needed now. So are we. Send word across the city - we join the offense."

[Chase 3793]

17 minutes ago, pad_thai said:

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Lord Evar'tir Ithelanen, who was somewhat nearby, and approached the Praetor when the scout did, nodded. "At once." He would simply say, striking  closed fist across his chest plate, over his heart in a salute to Fëanor. "It will be done." He then turned on his heel, marching off to prepare for the coming offensive.

[Beamon4 1690]

Dimlin Irongut would put his cane in his left hand before raising his Warhammer "Let Us Fight" before rallying as many Holmiotes as he could behind him.

[Gallic 1066]

A little fae thing by the name of Faei coughs up a torn slip of paper munched from a publication of an old decree, which by sheer coincidence details the dwarven intent not just to kill September, but to fight all of nature.

On 10/7/2018 at 7:49 PM, McBurnsy said:

the rocks and trees shall be defeated forever! 

[DrHope 609]

Anvils rang and forge fires glowed ever brighter in the clan hall of the starbreakers as they prepared to help their kin. 

[Man814 30]

Evan stroked his beard, getting a copy of the poster, and being told about it by Dimlin, he firmly nodded, before writing back a quick response and sending it back.  "Holm, and her forces stand with you." Satisfied with the response, he'd go to return to the duties Dimlin had given him.

[osumanduas 1442]

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