Missive to Mynebor from Clan Starbreaker

[SimplySeo 6999]

“If aware that another is wicked, say so:

Make no truce or treaty with foes.” 

- Commandment of Dungrimm

 

 

Know ye this, followers of Balrog II Ironkiln

 

I write this on behalf of my Kingdom, my Clan, and my Folk. Myself and my comrades have bled your people once before, and sundered your mountain into ruin for your transgressions. Heresy of the worst sort, murder and treason against the Obsidian Throne, all crimes in recent memory.  Mynebor and those who reside within it have brought nothing but ill upon my kin, yet even so, when your leader was clapped in irons and brought to the halls of our King, he was offered a choice, a generous offer. In return for his fealty, we stood prepared to forgive him for his attempted resurrection of that treasonous heretical stronghold.

 

And despite it all, he still stood to make demands of us.

 

The memory of when we marched north and brought that deviant kingdom crashing down is still fresh in my memory. Twas myself and my comrades in the Legion of Mercy who led the vanguard, and twas us who brought down your ‘chandelier’ when the battle was ended. Despite trickery, despite desertion, the True Sons of Urguan vanquished that heathen army, an army of mercenaries and worshippers of the Neverborn. Perhaps ye folk have forgotten these acts, but I have not. Despite it all, I do not wish to exact upon you that same terrible vengeance. If you are truly repentant, pray your leader acquiesce to our demands, or do so yourself.

 

If you do not, than I solemnly swear this. I, Jorvin Starbreaker, Slayer of the Demon Photania, Lord Chancellor of Urguan, Resurrector of Clan Starbreaker and veteran of the Legion of Mercy, son of my father Kazrin, himself son of Gardath, son of Osram, son of Koryk, son of Kazraden the Prophet, himself son of Skalf, son of Gotrek the Starbreaker, himself son of Urguan Silverbeard, will see that the utter annihilation of your folk be done, as charged upon me by Dungrimm. And Yemekar will not judge me harshly for it.

 

Choose then the mercy of Urguan’s King, or Dungrimm’s mercy be upon you.

[JokerLow 1317]

Ivär Goldhand would also read the Starbreaker missive, from Kaz’Ad’Hekkaes while the Goldhand troops would be training, he’d say to himself “A’, da Starbreakers aswell be’ angre’ at da ‘eretics! Blessed be da clans ov Urguan.”

[Evonpire 2014]

Rogal Starbreaker gets his axe from his cave and smiles, giving a laugh towards Mynebor.

[Luciloo 2680]

As Lulubelle returns to the forge within the Starbreaker clan hall, the memories of the last war are to the forefront of her mind. The clashing of steel, the cries, the thundering of the Legion’s boots and the sight of Balrog I and his honorless mercenaries huddled together in cowardice upon a lighting fixture, as they allowed the rest of his city to be captured. Glowing metal reflected in her amber eyes, as she began beating steel into shape with a loud ringing, knowing it may well see service soon..

[Norgeth 1894]

Dworic Starbreaker, a young and naive dwed would be trying to perfect his beverage recipe when he hears of the return of Mynebor, he would gasp at the thought of another evil heretical kingdom ever rising against the will of the Brathmordakin, he would then gather his few weapons and hope that Mynebor’s people are exterminated before he has to take up arms!