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THE FINAL STRIKE


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"I wonder how long it'll take before the Frostbeard gives into their demands." Stated Victoria Emma mid-yawn from atop the walls of New Providence. "They should have asked to become Grand King..." The youth concluded before dozing off.

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Officer Grudgebeard would nail a response to the blank commentary section beneath the posting:

"Ulfric ((@Terry)), you should meet privately with Bakir and the leader of Du Loc to sort things out. I am not available to broker peace between yourself and the Irehearts, as I would have been in the past. Whoever remains to advise you is most likely not up to the task. You must gird your beard and do it yourself without fearing for your own whiskers, as my dear Verthaik would have done."

"Bakir ((@Elite_Snipes_)), I will only remind that the destiny of each of Urguan's clans is tied up inextricably with the Khazadmar as a whole. The threat of disunity may bring about justice, if done strategically, but beyond a certain limit it becomes self-defeating." 

 

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           "He didn't leave you behind to Du Loc, he's teaching you a lesson by letting you face the consequences of your actions! You started shit with Du Loc without Ulfric, now finish shit with Du Loc without Ulfric." The newcomer replied angrily to the missive from his tiny work station corner. 

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High Prophet Norli  perks a brow, "Wait, wot does elven votes bein' discounted have ta do with Ulfric? Are dey dat desperate ta falsify grounds fer deir demands? By da seven- wot does events en Arcas have ta do with Ulfric? Was his great betrayal dat he was elected enta da office o' people dey lost elections to en da past?"

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Falk Irongut sits in his study, shaking his head "Ire'earts 're teh cause o' 'tleast 'alf o' all Urguan's conflicts, ahn evereh time teh kingd'ms left ta clean up t'eir mess, yet t'ey've teh audaciteh ta claim teh kingd'm mistreats ehm."  he sighs "Well, nae'ne e'er accused ehm o' bein smart. S'pose ah should beh commendin ehm fer writin up such ah letteh considahrin most cannae evehn read."

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Dimlin Irongut would just blink entirely bemused by the vapid promulgation "Wait ah moment, if Ire'earts can't read 'ow t'e fock did t'ey wroite t'is......They've been lyin' THEY CAN READ!!!" He'd scream in realization by the great conspiracy that was Irehearts being able to write such a stupid declaration 

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Duncan would sit reading of the Irehearts demands and begin laughing very hard "THEY WANT WHAT?!"

Laughing, Duncan would show his wife "Look, they were told not to try vassalise Du Loc, AND NOW THEY WANT SOUTHBRIDGE AND 3000 MINAS. NOT JUST THAT BUT THEY WANT TO CONTROL THE ARMY" Duncan would pin up the missive as it clearly made him laugh a lot.

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Aether howls a storm, laughing furiously. "They got denied their request to take over Du Loc- Now they weep and whine?!"

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Amura reads the signatures...

 

"Steve Ireheart???"

 

She questions the valah sounding name

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7 minutes ago, GawrNexus said:

Amura reads the signatures...

 

"Steve Ireheart???"

 

She questions the valah sounding name

"They've got a Grandaxe in there too!" A dwarf replies. 

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Eirika Ireheart reads the missive from her mountain hut “Et’s about time. Oim glad Bakir ‘as foinalleh taken action.”

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Frenrir Ireheart     recieved the document and lead back into his chair. His face would let out a mischievous grin upon reading it.

"An' what if teh king don' like tees terms?!"  hed mumble to himself, and then burst into laughter, slapping his knee, leaning back into his chair as his laughter echoed throughout the clan hall. 

 

As he knew, if the king did not accept these terms, peace would soon break.

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"This....is most surprising..." Commented Ellathor Vanari when one of the Enflammers brought him this to read.

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Ferek takes a long draft out of his pipe after reading the "proclamation", crossing his legs and weaving his fingers together over his chest as he leaned back in his wicker chair. Exhaling, he mused to himself, 

 

"Ye' know... ah've seen 'tis storeh behfore, 'ell ah've said ahn done 'teh same 'ting 'tese lads're pipin' on ahbou'.... "

 

The dwed would then look over to the tattered battle flag of Kaz'Ulrah that hung from his bedchamber wall, which he'd carried and kept for over a century. The flag lay tattered, singed, and stained with the blood of dwed and umri alike. Ferek vividly remembered the bloodletting, the sheer chaos of that age, and how in the end it was all for naught, for nothing was gained and near everything was lost...

 

"Ah s'ppose 'istoreh does 'ahve ah way o' repea'n 'etself. Wha' ah shame."

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