Elite Snipes 3542 Popular Post Share Posted March 28, 2022 A STAND OF IRON“I am not afraid of an army of lions led by sheep." It is recent history that your predecessor, Philip II made a mistake. He assumed the dwarves of Urguan would be slighted so easily, that the true sons of Horen, the people of Haense would not stand to defend their country, and their faith. Philip III you bear the same name and you bear the same bloodline, it is only fitting you make the same mistake. Under Ulfric you fought a strong Urguan, under me, you fight a united Urguan. As your most competent warriors leave your side, my kin return from the mountains tenfold. Once more Durorn Ireheart has returned, hearing the call of an Ireheart king, those who are descendants of Yavok have returned as well to enact vengeance upon your bloodline and defense upon our lands. The last time our clan and our nation rallied to such a cause, our greatest warriors by the name of Utak, Gror, Durorn, and Bakir led the war against your failed predecessor and secured his grave within three stone days, those same warriors return treating your bloodline just the same. While you have been squabbling in your throne rooms, debating trivial laws and legislature to implement, the sons of Urguan have been hard at work, smithing, crafting and building a fort of being impenetrable. For your mistake you shall pay, Orenian blood shall fill your streets and those of your bloodline shall be hunted down until you meet god himself. Urguans people will fight and we will win for justice will not be denied.NARVOK OZ URGUAN Spoiler 50 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Narthok 9213 Share Posted March 28, 2022 "See you on the battlefield" Manfred would say 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
mika1278 2683 Share Posted March 28, 2022 The Silver Lubba does his iconic handshake with the Grand King Bakir Ireheart 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
xMuted 2459 Share Posted March 28, 2022 Kronk slammed his fist against his chest with a deafening thud. "YER ALL BLOODEH DEAD YEEH WEASELS! AAAAARRRRRRUUUUUUUUUU!" 5 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pyrite 192 Share Posted March 28, 2022 An old Waldenic man sits on the crows nest of his family ship, watching the world from the coast of Almaris, a brief chuckle as the missives of the war were brought aboard. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
UnusualBrit 2061 Share Posted March 28, 2022 33 minutes ago, Narthok said: "See you on the battlefield" Manfred would say "Faces on the battle yer will meet yer doom..." Aghal Frostbeard sang. 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
TwilightWolf 883 Share Posted March 28, 2022 Merida exits the crimson warmth of the Grandaxe hall not with her usual trot of jolly cheer and a smile, but in an orderly march towards the heart of the Mountain. The mighty forges of the Dwarves drank deep of the prospect of war, glowing bright with the red fury of an unsettled grudge. The percussive song of falling hammers and hissing, hot metal welcomes the inspiring voice of the Red Banshee of Urguan: beloved highland pipes of Dwarven might and pride. 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SimplySeo 5268 Share Posted March 28, 2022 Father of the Iron Accord, Former Grand King Jorvin Starbreaker reads over Bakir's missive with a neutral expression. Long critical of the Elder Clan of Ireheart, the rapidly aging Cave Dwarf remained reserved, his own opinions aside, he would serve the crown of his forefathers as he had his entire life. The wounds of Haverlock still fresh as he limped his way through his mountainside tower, Jorvin brought himself to the armory. Therein held all the weapons of his youth. The defunct Starhammer, which once shattered Neverborn in droves, the Seax which found the throat of mannish knights... Until finally he found what he sought. His War-Hammer, forged of steel which still shone in the torchlight. It was wielded in Helena, wielded in Kal'Orvul, wielded in Llyria, wielded in Thumrilgrad, wielded in Krugmar, and wielded on the foothills of the White Mountains. Wielded on land and sea in the war against the hated Neverborn, and wielded until the last moment, as it was traded for the hammer of Urguan himself to land a killing blow on a treacherous Aengul. He wielded it too at Southbridge, and it was clamped tight in hand as he fell from the walls of Haverlock. He hoisted it aloft with some difficulty. staggering under the weight, not as he struggled to lift it, but as he struggled to keep his leg from buckling. It was a horribly heavy weapon, horrendously impractical for those who'd not spent the greater of two centuries wielding it. Jorvin was not the fighting Dwarf he once was, as a lifetime of war had reaped a bloody toll on his stout body. He struggled to lift his arm above his head, and without his cane, walking was a challenge. Jorvin made his way down the stairs to his forge, and it was there he retrieved his saw. With it in hand, he set his war-hammer clamped to his work station, and got to work.... When his work was done, Jorvin wiped sweat from his brow, and retrieved the aged weapon. The haft having been sawn halfway down the length, the fittings such as the leather grip and cap having been adjusted. It was an off-center and cumbersome weapons, true, but he could now wield it in one hand, and that was all he needed. One hand to keep him steady, while the other went to butcher's work, as it had for two centuries, and would forevermore until finally it was done, and either the Mannish Empire had been broken, or he finally dropped dead. With that, the old Starbreaker slung his mail hauberk over his tunic, and set his coat upon it. Setting the hammer to his belt, he paused briefly... Reaching for his old helm of Atheran steel as he departed the armory of his tower. Delayed no further, Jorvin made for Kal'Darakaan, and from there, to war once more. Win or lose, perhaps the bloodletting of the last two decades would finally come to an end. NARVAK OZ URGUAN NARVAK OZ KORNAZKARUMM KHAZUKAN KHAZAKIT HA [MUSIC] 8 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
CorweenieTheJedi 889 Share Posted March 28, 2022 Barundin Ireheart sharpens his axe, readying himself for the coming conflict. 2 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Legoboy7984 2441 Share Posted March 28, 2022 Commander Agnar Grandaxe looks towards his fellow clansmen. "D'e war continues on brot'ers and sisters! NARVOK OZ URGUAN" 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Harbinger 336 Share Posted March 28, 2022 "War be back on aye?" Glod grins bitterly, tearing his blade out of the foul beast he had slain. It was going to be a bloody harvest. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lapidary 378 Share Posted March 28, 2022 Celeste'Tol began her work again in the fields, tending to the cattle and the lands. Though not as tough as iron, a forest dwarf has leather to get made, and hungry bellies to fill. She hooked her till into the ground with a grunt, dragging it back along the soil to split it open. With a light smile, the dwed took care to imagine that said dirt was Philip III's face. "Bloodstained grounds grow teh best wheat.." The dwedess chuckled, hooking her till into another section of soil. 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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