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Summoning the Throngs

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[ MUSIC ]

 

The clattering of armor and droning of war-horns sound throughout the deep as the hosts of Urguan come to assembly. The jingle of chainmail and hammering upon anvils forge weapon and song alike, it will not be long before the mountain empties. The Legion of Urguan, revitalized under new leadership and still riding the high of victories in the past few decades. It is a Throng on the march, assembled for one purpose. To halt the advance of their ancient foe into the southlands, and check Orenian ambitions before they can begin to manifest. A preventative measure, to ensure Orenian hegemony does not once more come to threaten Urguan’s Folk.

 

From the aviaries upon the mountain peaks, entire flocks of messenger ravens set out, each one bearing the seal of the Dwarfen Grand King. They are bound for those Dwarves living abroad, or in mountains far off, bearing a Call to Arms.

 

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I, Grand King Jorvin of the Elder Clan of Starbreaker, call forth all true sons of Urguan to muster in the halls of Kal’Evraal, where a great Legion of our folk is to be assembled for the purpose of checking Orenian ambition. Let the Longbeards answer the old oaths, and let the young prove themselves against our old foe. To Arms kinsman, and Narvak oz Urguan.

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“Narvok oz Urguan.” Gildroc Goldhand cheered.

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“Narvok oz Urguan. Toime tu kill some ov t’ose bloodeh bastards.” He’d cheer out and prepare for the upcoming war.

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Thromr Ireheart slams his fist on his desk and grabs his kit “NARVOK OZ URGUAN!”

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“Narvok Oz Urguan” Says Dreek 69

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Mugdor-Dharok lit the furnaces of Kal’Mugdor, as a horde of Dwed joined him in the smithing of new ferrum weaponry. They all cheered while smithing,

 

“Narzak oz Urguan! Narzak oz Jorvin!”

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“War es gud fer bidness...”

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Urthun Sighs at the development, remembering Jorvin being a level headed dwed. He’d shake his head as he returns to his forge in Helena, confused at the turn of events that has lead to war with his kin.

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Narvak oz Urguan!” Shouts an old dwed, mustering with the oldest of the longbeards as they leave Varoth’Akvel for the capital.

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“W’at a stupehd war... t’is sounds loike an excuse teh spill more dwed blood oveh stones t’at do nae belong teh t’e kingdom of Urguan... s’ame teh t’ose w’o blindly followed suc’ an one wit’ power...”

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