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"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!

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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..” 

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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

 

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

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"Da **** they doin' ova there?" asks Antonia as she watches the many many dwarves leave Urguan from out of castle Vilain with a comically large spyglass.

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

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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.]

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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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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."

 

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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.

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"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. 

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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..."

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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."

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" 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? "

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