ANSWERING THE CALL

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The Ballad of The Fate of Krug

 

Clan Doomforge has always shared a long history with Clan Ireheart.  It is upon the call of aid to battle does the Doomforged answer.  As Draakopf left the Ireheart Clan Hall, and behind him was the conclusion they had come to.  Krug would pay.  Draakopf entered his laboratory within the mountain tops, unveiling a long stretch of parchment.  He inked his quill and began to pen up a draft… a Declaration of War. 

The sons of Krug have continuously wronged the Dwed.  Be it our kin the Irehearts or one of our own on the roads.  The Kin of Krug have seen enough days free roaming the roads terrorizing the innocent and wronging our people.  It is our duty and our right given by Yemekar, to choose the fate of the Rexdom.  The future of Krug lies in the hands of Dwedmar now due to its actions against our people.  It is up to us and our clans to see to it the end of days for these green skinned dogs.

 

"The Time of War has come”

(Artistic Depiction of Draakopf handling his Krug dog.)

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Bakir Ireheart smiles, hearing the declaration of war sent by the Doomforges. "We shall accept your surrender, Krugmar."

[Cheezzy_Garlik 540]

Aghuid Ireheart sharpens his axe, singing a small hum he thought of, when the rex Ugrad “deng song t’e betch es dead, te grehnsken betch t’e wecked betch”

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Kolmuth hops around the clan hall with his usual gigantic smile plastered upon his face, it being especially large after hearing the doom forges declaration.
"Oiy 'eard t'at t'a mr. doomforge man is goin' ta 'elp us! weh 'av friends ta 'elp!" The small child finished off his cheer, walking back to his room to check on Ursa, thinking of how happy he was that they had friends to help them.

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Dr. Darinndrabor sighed deeply as he read the missive. He slowly shook his head, the image of the dead dwarf pinned to a tree stil fresh in his mind. As crumbled the missive up and threw it away he grumbled loudly "Fokken uruks. Dem nevah learn."

[Shezept 304]

An old Treebeard chuckles as he'd seen this message around four times within the small span of time. The Old Treebeard raises his hand using a well decorated staff to help him stand tall from the mountain tops as a smile cracks upon his wrenkled face "Dungrimm may need tu start ah c'eck list" he'd remark with a softening snort through his nose. Flicking some moss from his beard as he lived in isolation "Lets pray dat da 'earth can bring lads 'ome. For always creates lost souls"