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FIRST BLOOD OF THE WAR


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FIRST BLOOD OF THE WAR

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[x]Mark Koesteen’s beard

 


In the following days, the corpse of a dwarf, his skull scalped, his eyes and brain removed and his beard cut, would appear at the gates of Urguan. Stuck in the dwarf’s chest was a crossbow bolt, a note pinned through it:


 

WAGH-PRESENT FROM DA BOILA BOYZ,  MORE TU COME.

STOP MARCHING ON US OR END UP LIKE THIS ASH

 

WE AINT ASK FOR WAGH BUT IF LATZ WUNT TO KLOMP, LEDZ KLOMP

 DA BOILA BOYZ:

SKALPBOILA DA SKARY

EyEbOIlA DA UGLI

BRAINBOILA DA BLOODY

 


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A towering olog, littered in the bones of those who once walked the world watched as the dwarf was brutalized, “HoooOOooOOooZzHhH” he boomed with a voice full of passion. 

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Fiil’Yar definitely notices the mangling, and definitely isn’t cool with it, but holds her tongue until wagh-time is over. Wagh is important. Her side didn’t start it, either.

 

In the meantime, she takes her tortoise into safety to try to ignore the war.

 

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Uldraek Goldhand nods in agreement with Utak IreheartNae fast enoug’ e’?”

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A growing kub would pound his fist against his chest “WAAAAAAGHHHHH” he’d yell.

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Katarina Rovin would smirk at hearing word of the first so to speak attack. She would then say, “Ah, another war so soon after the last one. I wonder what opportunities will now reveal themselves now that this line has been crossed, but then I also wonder which of these historical races will come out on top. I guess only time will tell what happens from here on out.” After briefly Pondering this, she would then continue on her way. 

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Polishes his armor, repairs his chain, war horn blows, they call his name. 

 

Pounding of hammers, cries of pain, the bellows of battle, they call his name

 

His helmet strong, his sword unchained, his shield lathered, they call his name

 

He walked the path, of blood and bone, to fight against stubborn stone, Jorg, is his name.

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A group of wolves would howl in the distance. The pack readies itself with their alpha, Noka would walkout in the middle of the goi with warpaint over her face and arms. Her plated armor would clink as she looks to those rallied with her. She raises her waraxe and lets out a mighty “WAGHHHHH”

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Nagorain would start snoring as he waits for war to invite him for some thee with the orcs!!!!

 

URRRAAAAAAAAAAA!

 

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