The Imperial-Goldhand Contract

[Reece Nolan 996]

The current Waymaster of the Forgeguard, Angr Ireheart, would be tending to the supplies in their camp far in the deep roads. His work would be interrupted, however, by a mouse mule scurrying to his leg with a missive held tightly in its bindings. He'd take the note, curious as to the reason why an Orenian wax seal letter would be sent to him of all people. He spends the next few minutes reading the letter, once, then twice. Then a third time. The Ireheart, known for his merciless and cold brutality, would rise from his seat atop a barrel and enter the forge, grabbing a flanged Urguani steel mace off of the wall and marching out of the camp. "Ah told ye, tae Forgeguard wel nae follo' ye entu tae terms ov treason, ahn ah wus wise tae push da oath tae stay loyal tu da throne. Yu Gold'and fockers 'ave desgraced me clan fer da last toime!" He grumbles as he climbs the endless stairs up to the underbelly of the city. He'd stop at the top, planting his feet firmly in front of the Working Guild's main office. With a sharp sigh, he kicks the door off of its hinges and shouts, "TORSUN! YE TRAITOROUS SLIMY ROACH, AHM GONNAH KICK YER ARSE SOH CLOSE TU DUNGRIMM'S DOORSTEP, YU'LL BEH SHITTEN CRIMSON FER AH WEEK! COME 'ERE!"

[XOCO 502]

 

4 hours ago, UnusualBrit said:

Gildroc Goldhand rolls in his grave.

"Holy crap-" Pisspot howls in laughter upon seeing the missive, accidentally pricking himself on his razor.

[Xergarok 811]

Grimdal Irongut would have just returned from a ride to Krugmar as he received the news. He dismounted, put down his shield and spear and took a seat. "Oi mean... Waw." he let out as he covered his mouth with his hand in though. "Rylanor,  fellow, wot are yeh playin' at 'ere..." he said to himself as he thought on the meaning of this event.

[The Harbinger 336]

"Cannae blame em realleh... T'ey alreadeh lost so much... Bu' t'ey ha' done Ter wrong thing ere. Gildroc wou' name be prou'" Glod says, as he finally heads back to Urguan, having found out that sadly, the grave he needed to find was not on Almaris.

[Sidnerius 9]

Thulmyr Frostbeard would shake his head as he read the missive "Tis truleh a tragedeh, oi've a'ways foun' Torsun ta be an hones' dwed.". He would put on his armour and waddle over to the Forgeguard camp to await further orders.

[Adelemphii 1766]

Adresin Tunnelsmasher uses the missive as a coaster for his mug of warm cider, donning his helmet to return to the chopping board once more... Lumberjacking? Nae, he's trying to impress the ladies, so he's learning to cook a hungover soup.

[Javert 9625]

"Wot ah damn shame" said Urugail Hailstorm as he sharpened his Axe with malicious intent

[Drak3 442]

A certain Doomforged lass begins the day by sharpening her favored blade..

[Reckless Banzai Screamer 15456]

"Ah OK this makes sense from yesterday..." The proclamation inevitably made it's way to a backwater Oyashiman engineer which gave him much needed context on the events seen last night.

 

20 hours ago, Terry said:

Grand King Ulfric would angrily rip the missive laid out in front of him. 

 

"T'ey 'ave disgraced Dorimnur, an' t'ey 'ave disgraced t'emselves. May Rylanor's bloodloine foreveh beh tainted wit' 'is sins."

 

"UM ACKSUALLY," said Oyashiman Engineer spoke up to correct the Grand King. "Rylanor Goldhand is an automaton he would have no bloodline because automatons don't have real blood and can't ftb..." He'd push his imaginary spectacles up the bridge of his nose, being very serious about pointing out this fatal error.

[satin 7600]

Remon quietly smokes in the snow, crouching over the missive, crinkled, grey, dampened.

Ah, being able to read again. Now what does this say..

He read over the missive, giggling a little lightheadedly. Blood from his many wounds poured onto the ground, as he considered.

. . .Clearly, the Goldhands have no wish to fight. I wonder if they recently lost anyone in war? Truly, I must pay attention to Dwarven Politics more often.

A puff of smoke was released, as he stood, staggering off through the snow.

[tcs_tonsils_ 3666]

The Legendary Hero Dwarf, Chagrin Goldhand, rolls over in his grave.

[Stripez-Purple 50]

This news would somehow reach Zurghamli after awakening from a nap in the mines

...As odd as it sounds Oi be gettin a strange feelin uf Dejavu... Still, De bloodeh 'ell are yu lads doin?!

[Willstertheking2 1110]

The news took long to reach the Grand Retiree in his retirement cart though soon enough it did. Gold erupted from the Grandaxe as wrath filled his heart. Soon aboninations off all types began bursting from his cart. Cats mixed with dogs, crabs mixed with spiders, wolves mixed with pigs till eventually the light faded as the raging Grandaxe mumbled a few quiet words. "May t'ey be fereva be banis'ed from Kal'Darakaan."