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Grudges Settled


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The old dwarf settled down in his chair at the table of dwed who had gathered. From within the depths of his beard he produced the fabled Book of Grudges and set it out before him. Sitting still for several moments he addresses the assembled with a few simple words.

 

Lads. Ulrah ‘as fallen. Our enemeh is dead. I’s oveh.

 

With that he would open the book to one of the last pages with anything on them and takes a knife from his belt. Cutting his palm he smears his blood across the grudge, marking it out.

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Darek Hammerfist smiles the sun’s smile hearing the news

 

“Teh rebels are dead, NARVAK OZ URGUAN”

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Narvok oz Akbar

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Yeulf would smile at the news that their sworn enemy was defeated

 

“Narvok oz Urguan! Narvok oz Agnarum! Narvok oz Arcadia!”

 

He’d head to the tavern in Agnarum to celebrate with his kin

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Agnar Ireheart would smirk

“About tiom’.”

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Gardalf dons a turban and readies a very epic rune rpg

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“Good to see the Bastard Kingdom finally stricken from this world, and the old grudge settled. It is as Urguan ordained; a grudge written in blood, shall inevitably be paid in blood. The victims of the heinous senate massacre smile down upon us this day from the halls of Khaz’a’Dentrumm, as will the Gods for us few whom remained true to our traditions. Our gratitude, to the venerable Empire of Man, for seeing justice fulfilled, and allowing us this cherished moment.

 

Now, the healing of old and broken relations can finally commence. No longer are we barred from uniting as one people, as the sun casts its rays upon fluttering gray and orange banners once more.

 

Narvak oz Urguan”

 

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“Just someone hoarding the glory of those better than him.” A young human yawned.

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Thumril would nod" T'e grudge 'as indeed settled, but wit' a cost of dweds t'at w'ere young andnot knowing about t'e dark 'istory of t'e Kingdom. May t'ey be forgiven as t'ey didn't knew..."

Would enter the halls of Agnarum and would bring offers to Dungrimm."Narvok oz Urguan, Narvok oz Agnarum!!!"

 

 

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Gibby Hammerforged Asks “When is teh Empire commin for teh real dwed?”

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Within a warm pavilion, Fëanor Sylvaeri relaxed into an oaken seat. Retirement away from the mainland had done him well, and the news brought a deep, satisfied grin to otherwise vaguely solemn features. He regards the statuette of Belka, a small likeness to the long fallen monument of the same goddess carved in the Kal’Omith temple to the Brathmordakin.

 

An elf though he was, it was Kal’Omith which was his first home, and he missed it dearly. Never again would he walk those halls, but the grudge which until now festered in his heart finally settled. He would rest easier in the coming weeks, but not before he would toast. If only to himself.

 

“Narvak oz Urguan.”

 

He had letters to write.

 

 

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Hekkaes says “Oh this is Zahrer ‘The Undead’ stripped clan.”

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