A Krugsmas Gift to the Rex

[DAENGIE 468]

[!] A flock of ravens blackens the Northern sky, many copies of a letter to the Rex of Krugmar carried in their grasp as they fly south. 

 

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A Letter to the Rex of Krugmar

Year 4 of the Second Age

 

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To the Failed Rex of Krugmar,

 

 

It has come to the attention of the people of Norland that, in spite of nearly a century of friendship between our peoples, you and yours have gone out of your way to place a man of the North in chains. Firstly, let our disappointment be known; your claim to your title is a hollow one. You have, in less than a year of leadership, shown yourself unworthy of even a fraction of the respect paid towards your predecessor, the ever honorable Murdok'Lak. You have, in that time, broken bonds of friendship that had otherwise lasted through generations of leadership for both our peoples. In light of this attack on a Norlandic subject, it has become clear that there is no path forward save for the path of might. Let the coming days be a lesson to you; a lesson in the consequences of failure and dishonor. The men of Norland shall answer your aggression in kind, and they shall continue to do so until such time as the dishonor of the Failed Rex is answered for. As is our due right, you will answer to our demand of weregild, or our price will be taken in blood. Below is listed the expected payment due to the Kingdom of Norland:

 

• 27 standard pallets or one standard chest of metallurgical coal 

• 9 standard pallets of bronze 

• Payment in the amount of 1,000 mina 

• Unimpeded access to Krugmar mines for all Norlandic Workers. 

• Norlanders to be exempt from tribute until the end of time 

 

To be paid in total or in installments, as per King Halvar’s discretion

 

Should this offer of reconciliation between the peoples of Norland and Krugmar be denied, no choice will be left but to declare a war of honor. However, despite the outbreak of hostilities, Norland remembers her friends even in times when they come to blows. Our fight is with the Rex, not with the Orcs below him. Know that for those orcs who don’t wish to fight, the request will be granted, and for those who wish to join in our battle, station shall be given to do so.

 By the order of,

Halvar Edvardsson I, King of Norland, Duke of Varhelm, Protector of the Highlanders

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[Muddy_Buddy 243]

Thorbjorn II begins sharpening his axe in case the Orcs do not meet the demands, "Iron from ice." he says.

[jdesarno 380]

Bjorn perked his head up from the stage boat, "Yer gift fer Krugmas is war." Muttered the ever short Dwarf.

[_pr0fit 2944]

Vykk sit before the altar in the square of Varhelm, praying to his paragon before standing up, adjusting his axe at his waist. "I've nay fought the uruk for quite some time, perhaps I shall receive a trophy this time..." he muses "regardles, IRON FROM ICE!" he belts out

[AstriaS 3679]

The High Keeper stamped her seal on her copy of the document before filing it away into the records of the Norlandic Archive. "To battle we go, then. Iron from Ice."

[AfroJoeTheOlogBro 1093]

Murdok'Lak chomped the bit of his pipe, shaped in the form of Laklul's tongue that came with the staff of Laklul lovingly made by a very old human friend. He muttered and snorted as he smoked his pipe and read the missive that had fallen onto his well-kempt hair out in the back swampy creeks of the Krugmari lands, where he sat, building himself and his life mate and cubs a shack to raise toalaks, praise the spirits, and generally relax from his rather war torn life "Hrm.......Well diz nub bode well at all.......Nubhozh indeed....." He patted his now aged and color dulling toalak mount, Grumbo, on its slimy hind leg before scrambling onto its back, beginning to ride to somewhere....

[Gallic 1051]

Fiil'Yar groans and hides away in her hermit hut.

 

"As long as nobody's trying to genocide my people, maybe I can just avoid this situation."

Edited December 24, 2020 by Gallic

[ThatDutchFellow 1054]

The Snagagoth of Krugmar perks a large brow of word of enslavement is Norlandic people, he never approved this he never branded anyone? Who dare do his job for him! Whoever it was he just caused the nation a load of trouble Al-Uk simply sighs as he smokes from his old oak pipe trying to decide if he should fight against kin he rather calls friends "Diz ez zum zkahed ub zkah... Krug guyde mi..." 

 

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Drekür'Ungri for the first time doesn't desire the ultimate demise of those who challange Enrohks wrath instead he frowns as he will have to fight against those who he just delivered Krugzmazz presents to the large Santa dressed olog takes his beard off and yanks his large warstaff out "DEN KONFLIKT ZHALL BI KAUZED LUP'ENROHK!" he roars out the titan though not wishing to kill those who accepted him despite being an Olog shall do so as it will please Enrohk though of course conflict is not her guaranteed 

[Sygnus_ 155]

Aroiia Elena Tundrak would smile, as she heard news of the letter sent by the King of Norland. The Snow Elven woman would then think to herself: 

 

"Ah so it's finally time for Norland to take up Arms against this bold move made by the Rex of Krugmar. Let us see if your actions have inspired your followers enough to fight your battles."

 

The Mali'fenn would then continue on her way, presumably to go sharpen her sword before saying aloud,

 

"Iron from Ice"

[hotbox_monk 955]

The weary dwarf would approach the gate of his empty hall, receiving the missive from the courier through the iron bars that bore between them.  Returning to his study with the parchment clenched in his hand he'd settle himself onto a split log, before momentarily sliding a blade through the seal.  As he thoroghly examined the details he'd let a hefty huff through his beard "Krug 'as ah debt dat goes unpaid."

[sarahbarah 5007]

Ancelie would solemnly peer over Halvar's shoulder at the array of stamped missives and nods once, heaving a heavy sigh as she declared: "Iron from Ice."

[Draiden 319]

Tavish would return from his monthly hunting trip, sweat heavy from his brow despite the freezing cold. His armor was heavy, his pack laden with the pelts, meats and fish he had caught in the week. He'd find the missive stabbed into the Barrel Throne. much to his surprise and dismay. After a quick read-through, he'd let out a sigh. "Iron from Ice. Looks like I'll take my armor off some other time."

[Javert 5498]

Einar smiles, sharpening his Longsword. "Iron from Ice."

[Mickaelhz 3752]

"AHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAH RUFF-RUFF, DOGS." Vilko Eiriksson shouts in a drunken rage. The elderly man painted his chest and face blue, preparing for battle.

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[Qizu 4037]

Ugrad lets out a wicked cowl as he hears of such things, "Eht peepz like everytik mi flatz zomeazh they always get themzelvez in even worze trouble!" From there he would wonder a bit as he calls out to all norlanders near, "Zorry mi attacked latz once, mi whil help latz en latz endeavorz againzt this rex to mayke up for it!"