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A DRAGONS STORY


“Honor is the pillar on which a Dwarf builds his moral compass, Irehearts greatly exaggerate this ideal. In conflict and politics, the Clan holds to oaths and shows great honor.”


Since the founding of the clan by Yavok Ireheart, the Irehearts have lived and died by the tenets of the Clan. Honor, Loyalty, Devotion, Bravery and Respect have been the clan's pillars. The Irehearts have gained a reputation for being great warriors, Paragons, Successful Kings, Generals and Dragon-Slayers.  The meeting with Du-Loc was nothing malicious nor breaking the tenets of the clan. A proposal was made to the leader of Du-Loc, the city of Du-Loc would vassalize under Clan Ireheart, and in return the famed dragon slayers would kill the dragon that kept coming back, not only that but the Irehearts would fully protect and uphold the values of Du-Loc, “No Taxes, No Laws, No spooks”.


The Du-Loc leader rejected this proposal, but before the Lord of the Irehearts could respond, a dragon of great size flew down upon the city, placing its dragonic feet upon the library scanning the city for something. As soon as the dragon arrived the people of Du-Loc went into panic, claiming the Irehearts are the kin of the dragon and summoned it there to force Du-Loc to subjugate under the Irehearts. I, Bakir Ireheart sent word to my clan that a dragon was present. As my kin arrived, the guards that were in the city refused to let the rest of my kin inside to help.  The people of Du-Loc continued to insult the Irehearts present, we stood against the dragon, helping the citizens of Du-Loc make the dragon flee from the city even though they continued to mock and sling insults, after the dragon left and whipped its giant wings and flew off, the Irehearts soon departed as well with no blood shed.


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(A depiction of what the dragon looked like during the attack)

These are the true events that transpired at the incident at Du-Loc, not an attack against Canonism, nor an attempt to circumvent the Grand King of Urguan. The intentions of Clan Ireheart were pure and non malicious.

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Gillriik'Ungri does a backflip whilst yelling this to a goblin to note down. "WHAREZ DA TUN BARRULZ UB ZALT?"

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An Inquisitor scribed wistfully, irked by a phrase that lie within the declaration of Du Loc's rules, an addition: "NO RATS."

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"Ten barrels of salt as recompense for all the suffering you have caused our parish. Ten barrels of salt, and peace reigns true. Until then, Irehearts, and especially their weak-chinned leader, Bakir "Girly-Voiced" Ireheart remain kill-on-sight." Father Harold laughs at the seething and revisionist stout.

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"You sought to place a free and independent town under your domain and then threatened to raze the city if they refused. Plough off." commented a simple Lector who was embarrassed at the revisionist attempt.

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Gib, host of the world acclaimed open forum the Gib Garak Experience, stared at the midget story.

 

“See, these Irehearts are a buncha funny outlanders. Good news for Du Loc: Dwarves (else wise known as Dwemer)  don’t even exist! Disappeared during the Battle of the Red Mountain. But this? Aenguls don’t want you to know this.”

 

 

 

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"Niceleh worded, because ju de fattest rat I see comin' around," says Father Paco, strapping himself with explosives and preparing to blow up both himself and Bakir in the event that Ireheart aggression continues. "NO RATS."

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“Pure an non-malicious yer say?” Gildroc Goldhand snorted at the missive. “Den woi did yer ask ter vassalise dem at all; woi not jus’ kill der dragon alone if yer intentions were so pure. Classic Oire’eart revisionism!” He declared shaking his head in his home.

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A scholar of history pinched the bridge of his nose at the lack of signature. Why, anyone could have fabricated such a document; Street-propaganda for the mentally infirm, nothing more. 

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Eirika Ireheart nods her head firmly at seeing the truth finally on paper before turning to her clanmates "Honour above all else, meh kin" 

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Freedom Ain't free. Du Loc ain't free. The tree of liberty and freedom gotta be litterd with the blood of taxmen. Bakir Ireheart aka "Bakir Irefart" is not my liege. he is dwarfen gommunist and probbaly half elf as well :DD. NO SPOOKS NO WIG NO RATS NO TAXES not No Taxes, No Laws, No spooks ok. praise du loc.

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"Oi ain't even 'eard aneh explanation or account t'at resembles t'es one before. Unless dah truth 'as been maliciousleh hidden, oi dun't understand woi t'ey offer t'is complete account suh late. Ridiculous, almost as ef t'ey want an uproar tuh t'en claim dah moral high ground boi providin' dah truth." the beardling muttered. "T'at es, ef et's dah truth at all... Nae wonder, seems loike ah tendenceh tuh announce grudges 'n provoide testehmonehs ages aftah dah facts w'en few can confirm t'eir probabiliteh." Eventually, after ranting to himself and speaking out loud as he tried to put pieces together he noticed the lack of signatures or stamps. "Fok meh." he said quietly, adding it to a file with inadmissible documents.

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4 hours ago, Xergarok said:

"Oi ain't even 'eard aneh explanation or account t'at resembles t'es one before. Unless dah truth 'as been maliciousleh hidden, oi dun't understand woi t'ey offer t'is complete account suh late. Ridiculous, almost as ef t'ey want an uproar tuh t'en claim dah moral high ground boi providin' dah truth." the beardling muttered. "T'at es, ef et's dah truth at all... Nae wonder, seems loike ah tendenceh tuh announce grudges 'n provoide testehmonehs ages aftah dah facts w'en few can confirm t'eir probabiliteh." Eventually, after ranting to himself and speaking out loud as he tried to put pieces together he noticed the lack of signatures or stamps. "Fok meh." he said quietly, adding it to a file with inadmissible documents.

"An oi t'ought der Ire'earts were a clan o' 'onour." Gildroc mused to Grimdal nearby. 

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