To right these wrongs

[Hot_Dip 680]

Spoiler

 

 

 

By decree of the Clan Father Vithar Frostbeard

16th of the First Seed, SA 136

 

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To the damned king of Norland,

 

We pen this missive not as mere ink-stained scribes, but as the veritable voice of the most high creator. With blooded quill in hand, does our wrath and indignation, simmering like molten fury within our veins, come to pass. Indeed, drenched in the seething fury that engulfs our hearts, ignited by the abominable transgressions committed against our clan, do we seek recompense. Hear well, foul scoundrels, that we of the Frostbeard clan with bared teeth and clenched fists, seek more than just payment in return. Such actions perpetrated without a whisper of reason or justification. You loathsome assailants, what pitiful plea from your wretched souls will you give unto us? Look upon the annals of history, you detestable wretches, recall when we, the dwedmar, built your walls and just as easily tore them down. Where honor and duty intertwine like lovers’ fingers, have we always maintained such. You cowards, foul miscreants, dare defy the sacred laws of honor and peace. The blood spilled from our clan will not go unnoticed. Each droplet seeps deeply into the very fibers of our souls, awakening that thirst of justice as insatiable as the sea’s desire to touch the shore. An unnamed Frostbeard martyred, verily does thunder rend the skies as the Gods rage at such tresspasses! Let the Brathmordakin bear witness to our wrath, for honorable judgment strikes true, and the storm of retribution shall be unforgiving. You cowards, wolves in sheep’s wool, this attack you so callously committed will be repaid tenfold. For the entirety of our lives we will remember this disgusting display, let it be written in the book of grudges for time immemorial, the perfidy you have shown. Heed our words carefully, for they carry the weight of countless beardlings, each bearing the smoldering embers of wrath, their grudges formed as fissures in the damned lowlands. In this letter, we extend a fragile olive branch, suspended between yearning for absolution and our everburning embers of rage. Seize this opportunity, feeble souls, to summon the remnants of reason and introspection, before the torrents of our beardling hordes come down upon your lands. We demand retribution in blood and coin, tenfold for each wrong, only then will this grudge be put to rest. Do not meet our graceful letter with indifference. We have given you, grotesque mongrels, the pristine chance to satiate our wrath. It is well known you cretins engage in inbreeding, now let us see the diplomacy of inbreds, lest the cataclysmic tempest we invoke render naught but ruin and regret upon your lands. Truely, do dwarven axes seek the head of Norlandic fiends. We will have our retribution.

 

Signed, Vithar Frostbeard

Clan Father of the Frostbeards

 

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[Salvius 347]

"The dwarves are blind to their actions." Frey said disgusted as he read the missive.

[Eokamaster 215]

Peter Frostbeard would ready his dwarven axe!

[_pr0fit 2945]

"Someone found the dictionary." Vykk says reading the veritable word salad

[sneakybandit 1503]

[DeusVult 564]

Thonar Frostbeard grips his axe tightly, renewed with the power of stone, sewn into his very skin.

[Jogdish_Argamesh 99]

WHERE TEH FAUK ES URGUAN 

[Lirinya 2650]

"Lottae words for em tae say nothin'. S'a Shame 'bout them who took over yeh clan," Elly said to Ulfric as they explored the lands of Aevos, contently distancing themselves from the drama. @Terry

[PanicZealot 206]

“Course they get all up in arms once they run back to their city. But in the heat of the moment they crack like wood in the fire”

[Meb_KatYT 91]

Vaalkhos reads the letter "Old alliances fade and rust," I suppose.