Call of the High Chief

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Rise, People of the Tribal Confederation of Hefrumm!

 

    To the proud clans of Hefrumm, to our kin and steadfast allies,

The hour of silence is over. We, the sons and daughters of the forest, will no longer bow to the weight of Urguan’s tyranny! For too long, they have trampled our sacred rights, disrespected our traditions, and threatened the very soul of our people. But today, we declare: Enough!

 

    I, High Chief Dralvon of Clan Blackroot, call upon you—each and every one of you—to rise and take your place in history. The time for action has come. Let your hearts burn with the fire of our ancestors. Let the wind carry our rallying cry across the lands. Stand tall, for our fight is righteous, and our cause is just.

We will not allow them to take what is ours. Our forests are our lifeblood, our sanctuary, and the very essence of who we are as forest dwarves. We refuse to let Urguan strip us of our homeland, our sacred woods, and the freedoms they represent. Our roots run deep, and we will not be uprooted by those who would seek to destroy us.

We are not alone. The forests, the earth, and our ancestors stand with us, but more importantly, we stand with each other—kin united in a bond that cannot be broken. The chains of oppression will shatter beneath the strength of our unity, and together, we will reclaim our freedoms, our dignity, and our future.

 

    Gather in Hefrumm, united under our Tribal Confederation! Now is the time to make our stand. For Hefrumm, for our people, for the liberties we hold dear! Let no one deny us what is rightfully ours. The moment to rise is here, and together, we will end this oppression once and for all!

We fight for freedom. We fight for Hefrumm. And by the Brathmordakin, we will win!

 

  High Chief Dralvon Blackroot

Tribal Confederation of Hefrumm

[_RoyalCrafter_ 5285]

The old golem, Margaid'Dorn, would flicker to life in the moment of his people's greatest hour of need.

[gremlockgremlin 755]

“I will not be a kinslayer. I will not shackle my cousin." 

The old mountaindwarf said as they would collapsed over an golemanvil left by their son. 

"The second war of beards is here... I do not know if I wish to kinslay when oren is lurking..."

 

[Javert 9615]

Urugail Hailstorm strokes his beard, unsure of what is going to happen. He begins to sharpen his axe nonetheless.