On Diplomacy of Extortion

[Nectorist 12869]

8 minutes ago, Asutto said:

"It seems the dwarven demands fell a little short" Remarked the Adunian Countess.

"Never mind about that arrangement. I could never allow this woman to become your mother-in-law," Franz tells his son, Victor, after overhearing the Countess' pun.

[Luciloo 2680]

47 minutes ago, KosherZombie said:

There is no lesser cause than to wage war upon those who love peace

 

"Tha's teh pot callin' teh kettle black, after yea long-legged wankers put uh fort wha' looks like uh pressure cooker atop uh mountain range, when e'ery backward monkeh knows our folk claim teh mountains. Wha' uh actual bungle-cun'," a proud Umgorumm clan mother touts.

[shay 2582]

12 minutes ago, zuziee said:

Maisie d’Arkent sat idly across the table. Her thin fingers tapped against the porcelain tea cup. Creating a sort of rhythm with the gentle movement. Her soothing voice uttered a light hearted joke, “and so do there special shoes.” 

Natalia Kovachav remained complacent at the table, chiming in to add a quick quip before regaining her silence "Don't forget their special smells."

[annabanana1014 2084]

Diana d’Azor would ponder at this news.. unsure if it meant her closest friends or family could pass from such. She shrugged it off and knew it would all be well. “Oren will prevail, as it does”

[libertyybelle 6187]

The Governess was at her weekly lunch with his Imperial Majesty- residing blissfully in a small outdoor garden. The roses in perfect bloom and the sun shaded by an oak. After taking a puff of her lavender tobacco her lips mused up into a smile. 

 

“Well, old bat-“ she teasingly began to the man. “Wise words! Seems you have not lost your senses yet for I was inspired deeply. Patriotic truly. Hopefully this brewing war will not be too harsh on my poor nerves. My aging cream can only stop so many wrinkles!”

 

@KosherZombie

[FredrickTeufel 356]

Leon d'Azor simply sits on a bench, reading over the parchment. He gives a nod of approval, his eyes finally reaching the bottom of the long letter. "That sounds bout right." The statement simply leaving his mouth. "Those mountains are Imperial Land, and the home of Azor."

[Mannyy 982]

Wilhelm gives a thumbs up.

[makeitsoyoucandeleteaccounts 610]

"War is hell.", escaped the de Rosius' mouth, as he elbowed his good friend and peer Gabriel Versager (@chacmul), giving an attempt to cheer up the table, "I remember when we ran along, doing our best to keep ourselves out of trouble. I don't want to die, friend... but it is what we must."

[fetty bridgers 4492]

Ugrad stifles a laugh as he hears that the dwarves are throwing yet another fit. "Hrm.. I have killed invading dwarves once before, as well as burned 60 of their trophy heads in a large fire. Perhaps it is time to so this again."

 

 

[OP bandamont 901]

funny

[Taketheshot 3834]

Joseph mulls over the missive in his office shaking his head "It seems the Eighteen Years War has become a distant memory to the greedy dwellers of Urguan, they might injure themselves on a reminder if they continue this course of action." 

[Cheezzy_Garlik 540]

Grumbles as he sleeps on his Dwurple matress, snoring loud in the village of Dol'Gorix. Oblivious to all the bullshit oren spews from teir whiny mouths. "To call that place an empire, is like calling Asskel Frostbeard an honorable dwed!" He said to himself in his dreams

[ReveredOwl 5639]

"These dwarves saying how Oren is scared of them are rather tiresome. How about they put their money where their mouth is and face Oren alone without forcing their allies to fight their pointless war; I'm betting they won't." Remarked Basil Moroul.

[PrincessSnowie 539]

Having woken late in the afternoon after a night of partying, the Selm spinster was brought the news by a servant in Sunholdt, she read the paper by candlelight, refusing to open the curtains as she held a cold spoon to her forehead. Upon realizing it was just a war declaration Vespira tossed it to the floor and rolled her eyes before getting out of bed. The young girl adjusted her under gown as she walked to the dining room, muttering in her path "Like it makes a difference.."

[Hrokaz 631]

Alaric Grimgold remembers the last time the Dwarves marched into Oren, standing tall [for a Dwarf] upon the Pale Bridge as he delivered strong death blows with his stone fist across their jaw. "Roight lads, second verse same as da first." He said ready to repeat the Sutican conflict and slaughter young, dumb Orenian gentry. "Ahm ginnah punch some dumb Lobstah's brains out."