Strike the Earth!

[The Harbinger 336]

Glod sighed. He'd miss those leaving, a good number were good friends. "Gods guide ye all..." He'd mutter.

[SteppeNomad 1624]

"And so, the King of Dwarves, who had marched and rallied his arms to make Cruel War upon The High-Walled City, Bakir 'Girly-Voiced' Ireheart, has done enough for even his own people to see the folly of his ways. The vain pursuits to write his name upon the stones has not earned him his eternal Kleos, fame undying. Yet! His actions may not perish from this earth! Instead, they may cause the divergence of his peoples. May they remember it as the time they threw the shackles off of one who's name may vanish like dust in the winds of eternity!" A poet, colonist, and Hero of High-Walled Haelun'or maintains himself, gazing over silver seas!

 

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Meanwhile... A curious dwarf, skilled in the ways of the scribe, furious in his devotions, drums his mighty hammer and thumbs his clay tablets. May the Dark Ziggurat rise!

[Vegan_Comedy 200]

Sheo Amanthul looked from the paper, to his Urguani Legion armor, and for a brief moment, did not feel pride, instead the ker felt, confused, he slowly folded the paper, walked up to his set of armor, and stared at it a while, muttering simply, “Ancestors bless their choices..” 

[Barbog 448]

1 hour ago, Nooblius said:

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bro really used ABBA for what might just be one of the most serious posts to hit popular in a while
i respect those stones and your good taste in music
be well brother noobler

 

[TheBigBubbles 963]

A scrawny little elf sat in his Hefrumm abode staring at the letter "Oh ****, oh ****"

[The Tough Guy 4319]

Sigrun Ireheart cant help but chuckle a bit at the news. "Bunch o' laddies donnaeh get their way an' throw ah hissyfit." 

[Scatmanpro 275]

Bromdor would slowly nod. "Moreh powah fer merchants. Oi dinnaeh disloikeh t'at oidieah. But... 'ow duh yer lads want tuh maken t'is werk?" He srugged. "Norleh es a great dwed. Oi'm sureh 'eh can figureh somefin' oot." He walked off, thinking about which side to chose. He was going to talk to his friends about this. [Noobli I must say, a VERY good post.]

[JokerLow 1317]

Clan Elder Hekkaes Goldhand, Lord of Kal'Ikrun, Protector of Kaz'Ad'Hekkaes, Justice Hammer of Yemekar, would be sitting in his room by the fireplace while reading the missive, a smirk forming upon the dwarf's old face as he'd chuckle "Da snakes 'ave finalle' s'owed t'eir true colors!" he'd laugh to himself "Seems loike Oi was roig't, 'ar 'ar 'ar."

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[Dhaelena 589]

 

Resting her hands on the balcony of one of the many towers dotting the landscapes of the Urguani mountainside, Dhaen looks out over the fair hills with a weary brow. 

 

"Once long ago, I gave you the crown, assured in your loyalty to Urguan, Norli Starbreaker." She rumbles to wind "And this is how you repay the sacrifice of years past? What happened to fighting to save our home till our final breath? To turn traitor without a word to the people - your people?"

She turned away.

 

"You were supposed to be better than this."

 

[Xergarok 811]

The ectoplasm would thicken the air during the meeting. The shadows collected under the eyes of the Brathmordakin as words were exchanged within the Temple of the World-Maker. The walls echoed with a deep humming, a chant, a lament... The presence of something in-between life and death, drifting amongst the masses, was clear. "Exodus... At all costs..." it said, their voice nothing but a faint hiss. As many signed their names, so too would that being of torment extend its hand... Only to find themselves unable to lift the quill... A wail escaped from its mouth once more.

[Britannicvs 2508]

"Let Bakir beh King o' der Ashes." Thalgrim murmured as he turned back to look at the city of Kal'Darakaan, once his home. "We der loyal followers o' Yemekar reject 'im!" He declared before he began the long march towards new beginnings. 

[Stripez-Purple 50]

Zurghamli who had been staring at his Hoard of Gold for the past 3 years just patiently awaits the Creation of some form of Kaz'Ulrah 2.0 as he chuckles at the recent events without a care in the world. "Hehehehehehe..."

[Javert 9628]

Urugail Hailstorm, formerly an elder of Clan Stormheart and long absent from Urguan hums in contemplation as he reads the missive "Wot ahn interestin' development."

[Serf 647]

 

" All goes according to plan...  "
Echoed the voice of a crimson masked figure.

" The dwarves are no longer unified- splintered over mere intrigue and madness. "

 

A golden figure within the chamber moved to the balcony and looked upon the glittering sea that was before him.

" Even in death I still manipulate the masses. Isn't that right, Norvarsson? "

[Reece Nolan 996]

Angr sat atop the peak of a mountain, one of many such in the Urguani mountain range. He had nestled in a cragg slowly working it's way through the cold ice capped summit, snow clinging to his black and unkempt beard which grew ever more mighty as he lived out his years. Behind him, his iconic pig's feet stew bubbled and frothed as it shook the thin tin lid of a cooking pot sat uneven over a campfire. He reads the declaration again and again with much frustration.

 

"'Ow could yeh du t'es, Norleh? Yeh nae onleh committed dah act of treason, followin' en da footsteps ov da late Torsun, bu' yeh condemned meself ahnd da entireteh ov me clan fer de actions ov ah despicable few."

 

He'd clutch the paper in his grasp, a rage of betrayal brewing within him.

 

"Yeh knew our clan es bound tu dah throne by oath, ahn yet en an act ov impatience ahnd lust fer powah, yeh used me entoire famileh as scapegoats and fled reprocussions enstead ov simpleh waiten fer dah next election. 'Ow could yeh condemn meh tu dah loikes ov ah goon?.."

 

Many hours would pass, and Angr would have departed the peak, his camp dismantled and the fire stamped out. The only thing remaining was a soggy parchment in the snow aside the blackened ashes of a used campfire.