Ask Your King!

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Rhorgvar would stare coldly at the heretical message, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his Warhammer. His blue eyes would narrow in fury, the anger rising like a furnace deep within him. With a growl, he muttered under his breath, "Blasphemeh."

 

He'd slam his fist onto a nearby table, causing the wood to groan under the impact. "Aye, dese words are naught buht lies. 'eresy, straigit frum de belleh uv ah snake!" His voice would carry, booming across the room as he addressed the few who dared listen.  "Tuh t'ink dat our Gods are naug't buht masks, worn by dose w'o onleh wis' tuh deceive us? Yemekar, w'o forged us frum de vereh stone weh are made uv, ain't some figment uv imagination, nae! De Brathmordakin are real, and deir power runs deep wifin de veins uv evereh true Dwedmar."

 

He'd take a step forward, glaring fiercely at anyone who might dare to side with the heretic. "Weh are sons and daughters uv Urguan, born uv stone and fire! Our fait' is carved ento our vereh bones, and weh will not beh swayed by dese false teac'ings."

 

A deep breath would follow, and he’d continue, his tone softer but filled with conviction. "Grimdugan, Ogradhad, Dungrimm, Belka… dey're as real as de anvil I forge meh weapons on. Yemekar, de Maker uv all Dwedmar, will neveh leave us. Our souls go tuh de Auction, and we will meet our gods in de aftehloife. Dis is our legacy, and none will take dat frum us."

 

He’d lift his Warhammer with a defiant roar, his voice rising in power. "Anehone w'o spreads suc' lies will know de wrat' uv de dwedmar kind. De Brathmordakin will not beh mocked, and weh will stand strong, unoited as eveh!"

 

Rhorgvar’s words would ring with the authority and passion of a true believer, shaking the foundations of those who dared to question the gods. "Dis 'eretic’s words may sow doubt in de weak, but dey will neveh break de fait' uv Urguan’s children!"

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The young Silverbraid Clan Father read the missive with great displeasure.
"Dew nae try tew compare our moghteh Yemahkar tew the dead God of the Cannonist scum." He would grumble
Picking up his fathers book, he would head off to tend to the shrine of Armakak.