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The Death of an Ireheart

“One who might be forgotten”

 

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It was a normal day for Lorba, buying goods, wandering around Almaris, and fishing. With the end of the fight between Oren and Urguan, Lorba decided that it was a good idea to go fishing at Acre. Arriving at the small settlement, he got straight to his tasks. Unexpectedly, he fished up a lot of cod from the river, one time he even fished up a piece of an old armour. As time passed, he still remained focused on fishing up stuff, not knowing in the slightest that this would be the end of his life. 

 

Suddenly, an orc appeared from the distance asking for a fishing rod, but with kindness he didn’t respond to the orc. The orc then received a fishing rod from his fishing crew, Lorba would try to avoid him as much as possible due to the current war between Urguan and the Horde. After a lot of dead cod, the orc changed his mood completely. It would draw a weapon and slashing it at him from behind, due to Lorba liking fishing too much he didn’t realise that an upcoming attack was coming toward him. 

 

From the attack, his body would fall down the river immediately, the orc would grab him up brutally to cut off every hair particle Lorba had. With his last breath, he would stare at the fishing crew hoping that the man would tell the world about the story of “An unfortunate dwarf, who comes to fish peacefully, got murdered by an orc in a holy land of cannonists.” His body would never be seen again, not even by his long lost son -Larbar Ireheart-. 

 

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==Lorba Ireheart==

Forgemaster of the

Ireheart Clan


 

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Ursus lets out a deep sigh "Another great soul 'as gone tu Khaz'a'dentrumm" He said, taking out a set of heavy chains, and wrapping it around his forearms "Weh well avenge yah. . ."

 

OOC: Rest in peace

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Bjorn sat at his desk as he normally did. One hand resting on his chin, the other with a quill between his fingers. He had seen Lorba a few times within Urguan's halls, and he would never see him again. Bjorn would never know of his death, though if he did he'd mutter pray to Dungrimm for the fallen warrior. No doubt the Ireheart will find himself within the halls of Khaz'A'Dentrumm, feasting among the Brathmordakin with a tankard in hand and axe in the other.

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While on the off duty, Tonito smokes a cigarette while fishing outside of the castle. He'd spot the bloated Ireheart by their familiar clan tattoos, a reminder of his youth in Du Loc. Tonito's nose wrinkled up in disgust, half at the sight of death and half out of a vendetta.

 

"Don' come to Acre, stout mayne..." Tonito mumbled low as he watched the body flow down the river - a victim of Krugmenistan holy war though he wasn't aware of it. Better him den me, Tonito thought.

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Kiara heard about this “damn guess I'm not getting my ears back anytime soon”

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"FOCK HE' JUS DUN HI'S TRIALS" Ragrin shouted out in sadness 

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