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The Grand Old Dwarven Blood Grudge

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-=Grudge Against the Imperial Seat=-

 

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Upon the Eleventh of the Deep Cold, 1724 a grievous insult was delivered in pen by Human hands, an insult that cannot be forgiven. It is by Yemekar’s will and that of Anbella, the god of oaths, that a grudge be declared against the line of Imperial Oppressors, John VII “Cascadia” his ancestors, descendents and all others associated until just recompense is paid and our ancestral mountains are evacuated by foreign invaders. Damned are the Imperials.

 

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Under-King of the Under-Realm of Urguan, Grand King of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, King of Agnarum, Az’adar, and Ord, Lord of Kal’Varoth, Kal’Azgaryum, Kal’Omith, Kal’Nikaer, Kal’Akash, Kal’Karaad, Kal’Agnar, Kal’Klad, Kal’Arkon, Kal’Ithrun, Kal’Azgoth, Kal’Karik, and Kal’Urguan, Defender of the Dwedmar, Beloved of the Brathmordakin, Elder of Clan Irongrinder, Longbeard of Grand Legion, etcetc.

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Jorik signs onto the Grudge

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Dwaim signs the grudge. 

 

No maor horen or whatever der bastards houses are called.

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Dlunar Irongrinder signs the grudge and begins his contributions to the war effort. ”Fook’n Umri.”

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An Official Signature was written in Dwarven Blood.

 


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Son of Norkai ‘of the High Tower’
Clan Father of the Grandaxe Clan, Commander of the Legion of Urguan, Rikkin in the Council of the Elective Constitutional Monarchy of Agnarum and the Under-Realm of Urguan, Lord of Thumrilgrad, Forge Father of Drogan’Var

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would sneeze in Dungrimm and would go to the mines for more gear. And would sign it.

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Jorvin Starbreaker draws a dagger along his hand, wincing slightly, before with his off-hand, signing.

”Ancestor Gods as my witness, let t’ere be war.

 

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Thorin Treebeard signs the grudge and says ”T’ey ‘ave sealed t’eir fates” he’d walk up to the surface and look over Hefrumm and notice the fires lighting along the mountains ”A wish ye w’ere ‘ere fat’er, ye would’ve loved crus’ing ‘umri an feast’ing in t’eir ‘alls” He’d grab his High Chief Staff and would make his way to his father’s resting site asking him for a blessing before the upcoming battle.

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Mafraedon of Clan Irongrinder signs in blood, cursing the dastardly umri all the while.

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Cal the Dwurk pulls out his mighty cleaver as he swings it down, slicing away the tip of his finger as he moves to sign the grudge in blood. 

“Dwarven boys, make some noise. ARUUUUUUU”

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Ordar Irongrinder laughs with his unicorn by his side and a dwarven cigar on his hand, he approaches the book of Grudges and pinches his hand with his unicorns horn, and proceeds to sign his name with blood, using his cigar to burn the wound ”A dare ye filt’y mot’er fokers to put a feet en our city, ye’re balls would fail to drop before yer blood decorated t’e ‘alls o’ Dungrimm” would laugh and go back to making more money than the entire Empire of Man

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Waibiao the Outlooking lowers their head in a silent prayer, raising a hand with extended fingers and a thumb nuzzled to his thick palm. The path of war would be a hard one, with much suffering.

 

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Dimlin Irongut signs 

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