Our Reply, Onyx Hearts

[Dakirennis 959]

 

 

Hail, King of Dwed and fellow councilmen. These past few nights of deliberation between my kin, my fellow shaman, and even the Spirits have been draining upon both my mind and soul. We are a nomadic people, though not by choice. Strife is common among our kin and my goal within this hollow was ever pure to their safety and reverence to their Ancestors and the Spirits. I had surveyed this land, north of the border colonies and the eyes of those I’d feared may try to use us. Though I did not expect it would be from your kind, so far south that I had assumed we’d be free from even your reach, would threaten us in our barren tube of stone that we’d slowly bloomed into a den of life. Even upon greater heights than the Under-Realm. I look down even now to the small pits of lava as they churn, I hear the skitter of the things of the deep as they gather and writhe, and I hear the worried whispers of my people from the home they’d spend these last elven months making. We had offered to try and sate your greed and give you our word to never encroach south or into the lower depths to where your ruins lay. But it is dominion you seek, to remove our sites of worship to the Spirits from our halls, and They only know what other greedy terms your hearts will. But as I try to preach to my kin I shall so preach to you now. We may have greed in our mortal hearts but Theirs is always greater. The will of the Spirits can be dangerous when meddled with. But I digress. If still truly seek to root us from this hollow you are welcome to. Behind our gates your will find our halls free of my kin but something more terrifying than I would wish upon few people. The tread of your war efforts are too easily known to our kind and we’ve acquainted ourselves with this mountain enough to ensure our safety no matter the outcome. I apologize for this not being the outcome you sought, but I will ensure my people’s safety and freedom of worship. I do so hope that after tonight your kin may reconsider leaving us alone in our little realm now that the ceiling falls horrid things that swarm the lower halls. The Spirit of Earth and the Spirit of the Wilds watch over us. Our hearts are Onyx, not our home.

 

Ufur Ilzgul Lup Ilzgul, Dak’ir Des’Nox, Primarch of the Onyx Sanctum and Motsham of the Dark Elves.

 

Spoiler

@Mickaelhz Apologies for my late reply, I know you wanted this sooner but yeah. I told ya already what I had going on in disc earlier today. 

 

 

[Mickaelhz 4300]

Utak Ireheart, King of all dwarves, awkwardly glances at his rusty blade.

 

[khovend 229]

Queen of all Dwarves, Darrega Ireheart, steadily glances at her husband while he sharpened his rusty blade. A sudden thought popped up into her head, blinking twice. 

 

[Garrond 249]

Garrond smiles and states “Hmm well well well, looks like ye lads a’re goin tu ave tu leave one way or another, it would beh an honour tu remove teh stain off meh land trespassers”, readies his strong back to remove the dark elves off his land.

[sneakybandit 1650]

Darek starts to practice the cha-cha slide

 

[McDaedra 261]

2 minutes ago, sneakybandit said:

Darek starts to practice the cha-cha slide

 

Mafraedon hops in line and syncs up with his clansman.

[SimplySeo 6999]

 

To the perfidious Primarch

 

 

I approached you and your kin that short time ago in peace. Not with an army at my side, nor blade behind my back. If you interpreted my stating of facts as a threat, you have made a grievous error. Your kin have suffered, this fact is true and I do not deny it. But you are not the only ones who have suffered most grievously. You might find home with your fellow sons of Malin, or perhaps the vile greenskin whose faith you share. The sons of Urguan know no such friends. Against Horen’s sons, we have battled in the name of our gods. Against Malin’s sons we have faced betrayal and have grown bitter, against Krug’s swine we stand, in opposition to the chaos they wrought.

 

We have made demands, this is true. But these are only the demands to live freely in the lands our ancestors died for. Where are the trees of Malin in the Underway? Where do the spirits roam in the deep? We have battled, and scraped our way from the jaws of oblivion merely to own that which the Elder Gods of the Brathmordakin gave us. Scores of Dwarven dead lay buried in these mountains from our strife. We may not be of Arcas, but they are our kin nonetheless.

 

You would call us tyrants for demanding you pay a price in gold, while we have paid, and still pay a price in blood for these underways, to ward them against the dark, and keep a home for our kin. We dictated should you be unwilling to pay us, you vacate our mountain. An order made in good faith, by the owner’s whose land you have settled in.

 

Instead, you insult us, you wound our mountains, and let loose creatures I do not yet know into depths, rather than leave in peace.

Know ye this, these are our mountains, given onto us by our gods. I can say with confidence you have made an enemy of myself and my kin this day.

 

I, Jorvin, son of Kazrin, Lord of Gotrek’s Folk and Clan Father of Elder Clan Starbreaker, Lord Chancellor of Urguan and a Commander of her Legions, Slayer of the Alar Queen and Bane of the Neverborn Photaina. Declare war upon your kin on behalf of my clan, my people, and my gods. A grudge to be inherited by my successors until compensation is met, or the day of reckoning comes.

 

Thrice damn you, thrice damn your kin. Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz Gotrek.

 

[angella302 92]

Being illiterate, Bryldryn stares at the missive for good solid three seconds then uses it to blow her nose. 

[SoulReapingWolf 2281]

Ordar Irongrinder "Brewmaster" of the Ruined Runesmith gets his keg cart ready to advance to sate the thirst of the Cha-Cha crusaders.

[wytch 870]

Azdal readies his war-hammer and joins his fellow cha-cha real smooth soldiers.

[Luciloo 2680]

Lulubelle takes her position in the cha-cha slide, just in time to criss-cross then Charlie Brown.

[Serf 647]

“Finally. Somethin’ to kill!” Torvar shouts as he prepares his killing tools.

[Funky-Forum-Alt 19]

"Indeed we shall be leaving. But do not mistake us for the white-skinned sons of Malin. We are the offspring of Valulari, returning to the pale skins that seek only to whitewash us in their skin and ways, is an option we can not take. We will thrive in our own. Taking once more to caravan. It is a shame that you believe only ruling over this land is the final option. We must ensure that the Mali'ker flourish without the influence of outsiders. To long have people used my kin for numbers. Giving them titles and land that falls away so quick. Too long have the pale skinned of Malin tried to use our kin as fodder in their wars. 

 

There will be no bloodshed, in the years to come we both will forget one another. I pray all my kin to forget this world. Those worthy enough to step through the gate of Kor and face the judgment of their ancestors. The heretics will forever walk alone or be trapped within other after lives. Prosperity to your stone keeps. And blessed is the beauty of the hidden caverns. " 

 

Signed

 

Daichia Jusmia. 

 

A simple, Luara fearing Mali'ker. 

[ryno2 1285]

Officer Grudgebeard vows to help the Dark Elves against Urguan for their insult against Mynebor and the Ironkiln clan

[Sergeant_Batman 1]

Smildolf finds a wrinkled up tissue on the ground and reads it...

 

“hm, sum gud read’n fer a piece o’ tissue pape’, wonder ‘ho blew der nose on dis ane’how...”

 

Smildolf disposes of the tissue most likely there because of Bryldryn