Silence Speaks

[Mickaelhz 4300]

 

A letter bearing the seal of the Under-King is handed to the Rex of Krugmar.

Greenskins,

 

Two stone days ago my messengers delivered an ultimatum in response to the hostile actions against Suticans and dwedmar by subjects of Krugmar. These terms were simple and equitable; consider them a courtesy from my council and I, one that acts as an acknowledgement of the long and enduring friendship that our kind have fostered in the past centuries. It saddens me to learn that no response of any kind has been given to our outreach, and that no indication has been given that Krugmar intends to meet our demands.

 

In the view of my council and I, the concession of criminals to our judiciary system seemed a fair exchange for peace. Similarly, the financial aspect of our demands were only in place to remedy the burden placed upon the families of the victims in the midst of this crisis, and the costs of a judiciary process involving both ourselves and our allies. My council and I inferred that the sum of mina mentioned would be easily sourced by a nation that sees fit to pillage and steal the wealth of others that have earned it fairly.

 

We can only conclude that your decision to protect these criminals from due justice represents Krugmar’s official support of their hostilities towards my kingdom and its allies. Through your continuing silence, reports of Krug'Hai mobilisation, and the obvious construction of wartime defences, our conviction in this idea grows. Despite your silence, your actions speak clearly enough that it is not peace you desire.

 

Consider this a final ultimatum from my council and I; if the criminals are not turned over to our legion, and the financial reparations are not given to our treasurer, we will be forced to take further action. We have offered you a way out of this situation, but my advice is to tread carefully, as the contempt shown towards our tolerance will not be forgotten when our final judgement is enforced. Our aim has always been to enact justice whilst sustaining peace between us, but do not mistake this generosity as weakness - There will be no hesitation from the dwarves  in this matter. 

 

I pray that your decision is the correct one, as I would not wish the consequences of your ill decision upon your subjects, who would bear the true repercussions of this whole situation.

 

                                                Signed, Utak Ireheart                      

[Harold 3386]

Hieden Grandaxe reads the missive, grimacing a little as he shakes his head.

 

“Eh’ beh’ ah soimple thin’ tae’ respon’, such’ a soimple’ thin’, yeh’t soilence’ beh’ hostile an’ hostile’ action shud’ beh’ met with’ host’il action.”

 

He would pat his belleh slowly, thinking by the fire within his manor.

 

“Teh’ Greenskins ave’ spilt’ Dwed’ blood’, if tey’ dunnae’ respond by layin’ doon’ and kissin’ deh’ croon, den’ dey’ wish fer’ war.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

[JokerLow 1317]

Uldraek Goldhand, Clan Father of the Goldhands, Grand Merchant of Urguan would proudly read the missive after taking the life of a greenskin found on the roads of Arcas, with blood still on his blade he’d smirk “Da uruks will see da flames ov war upon t’emselves ef t’ey will nae come tu our terms. Dungrimm wills et.”

[bookstar 180]

Rex Noka’Lur would read over the letter, petting the top of her wolf’s head while so. She would crumble up the letter and toss it to the small pups. ”Itz tik fur diz tu ztop” She mutters to herself. She would whistle for her owl and would reply to the dwarf.

Utak, mi iz requzting a meting wit lat tu dizcuze da cituation betwen our dub people, mi would lik fur thiz tu bi handled peacfule. Zu mi invitez lat tu meet mi at da temple uf da monkz. Pleaze replie tu zet a tik fur uz tu meet”

Noka ties the message onto the bird’s leg and sends it off. hoping that peace would soon come.

[Mickaelhz 4300]

 

The Under-King would return a message to the Uruk.

 

Rex Noka, @bookstar

 

I congratulate you on your ascension to Rex and am pleased that you have broken the silence enjoyed by your predecessor. I am encouraged by the proposition of negotiations, however I cannot agree to a meeting upon temple grounds.

 

If you wish to conclude this conflict before it escalates further, then bring your discussion to my hall, and my kin. You have refused to communicate with us previously, and as a result my patience with this matter wears thin. Further conversation takes place on Urguan land.

 

You may bring whomever you wish to accompany your party, and on dungrimm I vow that we will honor your safety as guests - You will return to Krugmar irrespective of any outcome. Our congregation will be waiting for your arrival in 30 stone minutes.

 

Utak

 

((19:30 EST)

[Algoda 885]

“You have my axe!”

States a lone Stormbreaker.

[Guest]

“ME COMING FOR LAT BALLS, BOY.” Says Brainboila the Bluddy, willing – for the sake of this war – to boil underdeveloped dwarven ****** sacks in his pot. 

[Guzr 2050]

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH”

Screams Skalpboila, ready to scalp heads and clap cheeks

[ninjaclimb1 432]

eyeboila screams “wagh”

[Zhikarta 4064]

Ailmar Velulaei’onn wonders why the Dwarves believe they have a reason to actually go to war with the Orcs. He also reminded himself of the time the Dwarves invited a Renelian diplomat to one of their feasts, only to ignore the envoy. It mattered not, Ailmar merely laughed at the idea of the Dwedmar waging war on the Spiritualists over a single incident previously resolved. Perhaps it was their greed that fueled them? To the Mali’ker it was clear, though; the Dwarves of Urguan had no honour and were out for nothing but blood.

 

Ailmar then proceeded to wash his eyes, as the Mortal King of Renelia was not used to reading missives formatted so horribly.

[Pancakehz 2279]

Gror wonders where all the mali’ker are, then remembering their irrelevance. Gror washes his hands to avoid spreading the greedy virus.

[D3F4LT 1026]

Nagorain “Longmane” Honeybeard would smile as he would put on his black armor before grabbing his kha pelt and swing it over his back wearing it with pride