THE FINAL RESIGNATION.

[The Tough Guy 4319]

 

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ᛁᛏᛋ ᛟᚡᛖᚱ

A FINAL RESIGNATION

ᛏᚺᚨᚾᚴ ᚤᛟᚢ

 

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Fellow dwarves, an ancient saying reads all good things must come to an end.

 

It is with a heavy heart that I write to you all that I shall resign from my position as Grand Marshal. I wanna thank every legionnaire for putting their full trust into me as Marshal. I also wanna thank Grand King Bakir Ireheart for granting me such an important position.

 

We've enjoyed a lot of victories, and even won a war. Though my fuel tank ran out, and i wish to not burden the Legion with inactivity. A weight has been lifted from my shoulders, and i believe this is truly for the best.

 

Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz Legion.

 

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Signed,

Champion of The Wilds, Elder of Clan Ireheart. Defender of Dungrimm.

[The Harbinger 336]

Glod would sigh. "Yer did yer duty well lad. Yer've earned yer rest." He'd say with a smile.

[Scatmanpro 275]

As bromdor nodded firmly to the text, he couldn't help but wonder... "'n w'oh well beh t'ae next oneh? Will t'es beh guud fer t'ae legioneh? Maybeh t'ae end?" He'd quickly shake his head. "Nae nae... Et's guud fer Sigrun, suh et's guud fer t'ae legioneh. Guud luck  laddeh... Mayeh t'ae Brath guideh yer en wotevah yer doin' next."

[i.uomini 2552]

Admiral Thomund saluted his comrade across the plains and open mountains "May the warhorns blow for 7 suns in thanks." He lowered the hand and looked out on the ocean, sailing a small ship back to the Haeseni coast.

[creamynoteblock 3256]

Jonathan Jumpbeard jumps.