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Nagorain would reinforce his ranch after receiving the missive, he'd heat up the forge and began to smith.

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"He came to Tor'Praeth, with a Xannite item on him, promised he'd help bring the dwarves out of the war, and was then allowed to leave, unharmed, and with his belongings. Now he claims brutality and decries the death of dwarves in a conflict they had no business being in. Not only did this dwarf break his word, he now claims some great injustice was done to him. Pathetic." Spoke the Inquisitor to a Seeker near him. "As for threatening to shoot down Sordran... I suppose I'd wish the ungrateful gits good luck with that. If only they knew what that one had done for them."

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11 minutes ago, Jentos said:

 

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Dwarf King

 

Remind your audience how you wrote to us once,

 

Asking to learn our ways, 

 

How indeed did we threaten you, none can say,

 

But did we only stand too tall?

 

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Your grudges are like the smoke of our fires, 

 

Ever kindled to warm your hearths, 

 

And catching at the beards of those who play with it.

 

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Keep your eyes to your mines,

 

And your steel from my people,

 

Or we will show fire to the smoke of your words.

 

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The Grand King looks upon missive and laughs. 

"The mission I was sent upon by the Hero of Dungrimm, Sigrun Stonehammer, prior to my ascension to the Obsidian Throne! How silver my tongue was. . ."

 

He then rolls it up and sets it off to the side. 

Ulfar offers no reply missive in return.

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15 minutes ago, Jentos said:

 

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Dwarf King

 

Remind your audience how you wrote to us once,

 

Asking to learn our ways, 

 

How indeed did we threaten you, none can say,

 

But did we only stand too tall?

 

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Your grudges are like the smoke of our fires, 

 

Ever kindled to warm your hearths, 

 

And catching at the beards of those who play with it.

 

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Keep your eyes to your mines,

 

And your steel from my people,

 

Or we will show fire to the smoke of your words.

 

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((I like the evil posting but including a screenshot of the letter kind of diminishes the aura

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CHEF GOLEM SUPREME AK-RULLAZ thinks lizard folk can be cooked, but will be in for a rude awakening.

 

 

A rugged, hooded Oyashi gazes upwards to the heavens as a notice flutters with the cold wind as he traveled down a mountain path. He raises a gloved hand and catches it with surprising and almost supernatural elegance and ease between his middle and index fingers. He holds it before his shadowed face, a minute passes before he folds the notice neatly and slides it into a pocket of his cloak in silence. He keeps upon the trail, snow begins to flutter down. The naginata wrapped in cloth upon his back speaks to the Oyashi, the patterns upon it ebb with white light like fire, "What now?"

 

Thus, the Oyashi answered softly, "The breakers of white-gold branches that contained timeless insight cast their gazes at his children's halls. Perhaps an effort to erase both our and their sins with one stone, perhaps a matter of pride and justice. The crystal has many faces, but all are part of what is to come."

 

"I meant you," the Naginata scowls, slightly annoyed.

 

"My brothers and sisters alone are not in those sacred halls. When kin draws a sharpened blade against kin, I will see to those who I hold dear. Yet what the Dwarves, Azdromoth's chosen, or I think, the result matters little. It is through struggle where it matters."

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A lone wizard traverses through the mortal plane, shifting the graystaff in hand. Simply by coincidence, he comes across the parchment. 
 

Upon reading the paper, his lips twist. “At the very least, I should be fine!”

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The Golemancer Paladin that did not get disconnected before the final war blinked at the missive, confused by how late the dwed was to the anti-dragon propaganda party.

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