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A Boar Passes 

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It had seemed like a typical day for Balor "Boar Head’’ Ireheart. He had taken a patrol around Urguan, but things would quickly spiral out of control. He would receive news that a dwarf had challenged an olog to an honor duel in Krugmar where the dwarf was bound to die, he and his kin Ragrin Ireheart rode to krug to attempt to stop the dwarf from getting killed. However Ragrin would be attacked and captured by an olog. Balor would attempt a rescue by baiting the ologs away from Ragrin leaving him a chance to escape sacrificing his own life in the process. Upon doing so, he would then be captured by the uruks of Krugmar. After being captured the orcs dragged Balor towards a tall tower that had led to a bottomless pit called, ‘The Great Maw’.

 

Once arriving there, Balor would be tossed into the pit to which he had no idea where it would lead to. As he rose to his feet he’d look up only to see a large worm ready to eat him alive. Balor ‘Boar Head’ then drew his greataxe looking towards the beast. The Ireheart would burst into his warlike attitude like any Ireheart would do, he then charged the beast aiming to kill it as he did not fear death nor a challenge. Upon doing so it wasn’t long before Balor would then lose his life to the worm monster hidden in the depths of the pit. As Balor fell he only died with honor and great valor as he successfully saved his fellow-clansman and fought to the bitter end.

 

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Balor ‘Board Head’ Ireheart

Aged, 90

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Commander of the Legion

Elder of Clan Elder

Guildmaster of the Workers Guild

 

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Sigrun Ireheart sat at his table in the Grand Marshal's office, staring blankly into the distance. "Toseh fookers better pray toh teir damn spririts taeh Rex accepts taeh damn terms."

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Agnar Grandaxe frowns slightly upon hearing of Balor's death.

"D'at dwed was one o' d'e good ones. 'e was a 'ardworker and someone ye' can rely on. Goodbye fellow Commander, 'opefully we are able to avenge ye'."

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Bakir Ireheart lost a great friend and a promising beardling, he’d vow to make the orcs pay for their dishonorable act. Not even giving his kin the honor of dying by the axe. Bakir would vow to kill this worm and to find this so called pit that took his brothers life. “We shall meet each other in Kaz’a’dentrumm, and embrace as we drink mead and tell stories of our adventures.”

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What worm? its just a very deep hole...

You a good sport for PKing tho! Always love to see that

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Thud. The sound of a knife slamming into a wall. Glod would hear the news with dread, a tear falling from his eye. "Ah will avenge yer." He said quietly, his grip tightening on his blade. He would roar "THAT FUCKIN' WORM'S 'EAD WILL BE ON YOUR GRAVE BALOR! I SWEAR TER TAE FUCKIN' BRATH!" Glod stomped out of his room and stormed out. He would not rest until the Worm's head rested on Balor's grave.

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Danika Ireheart hears news of her clanmate's passing through gossip and, still within this conversation, would simply reply with: "Dayum." Soon the topic moves on and the dwarven women would chat about teas for hangovers.

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Gror Ireheart sat in the clan hall sharpening his axes. “Ah vow to avenge yer murder Balor, nae Ireheart es left behind” 

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Grimdal Irongut was saddened by the sudden passing of the Ireheart. He appeared to be caught between a hidden need for revenge, and the need to punish those who were truly guilty... Make them suffer, so that others must not. "Balor... Yeh shared dah temper 'o yer kin, but alsuh en dah sense 'o ah reason. Yeh were more collected t'an most, 'n tuh young tah 'ave passed en such ah way. Weh shall avenge yeh, one way or dah other. Thru' our demands, or thru war!" he swore as he forged his magic in preparation.

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Rhaezaiil met dread that day the boar passed.  All he could offer was promises of revenge and glory in his honor.  He hoped it would be enough to honor the soul of the elder.  Another tankard of ale was poured that day in reminiscence of a late friend as beards from every clan gathered to celebrate the name, Balor Ireheart.  

 

As the ship set sail, goodbyes of all kinds could be heard.

 

For that would be the last night with Balor they would share.

 

And so, into the distance the ship containing the memory of Balor's honor set sail.  .  .  The bounty of which Dungrimm would reap for his Great Table of Beards.   .  .  Where the feast was undying.

 

o-=X=-o

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The dwarf is sat at a table, enjoying the steamy soup in the cold rain. He is unaware of Balor's passing and perhaps it should remain so. 

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Haakon Frostbeard sheds a single tear thinking about his dear friend, sitting at his desk wallowing himself in alcohol sobbing softly he then speaks slurring "Balor was a good lad may he bid well in the auction hall Ill see you again someday, Friend" he takes another swig of his alcohol before collapsing onto his bed

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Ragrin Ireheart, would seem rather angered yet frustrated from the news of Balor passing, as he marched over to his Ireheart bredren, laying out maps of Krugmar, sword in hand and all. "Revenge, can be'h served sweet, bitt'a or cold!" Ragrin announced as he clenched onto his sword, it ever thirsting for orc blood.

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