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As uv' dis point any Dwarf who fights fer anudder nation's army is a TRAITOR to our Kingdom. If you dun' wanna fight fer yer own Kingdom we don't want ye' in our Kingdom. This was decided by the Kings aftur a string o' Dwarfs are fightin fer anudder nation. This is shameful n' yer nation need ye' more den dem! If you publically quit de' udder nation den you WILL be welcomed back but until den we dun' want ye'!

KNOWN TRAITORS!

Dili Blackaxe--Convince this fool of his wrong-doings and get 'im back on track please! (( sorry dili lol, no Salvus army for you, you can fight alongside them as they are our allies but fight for Karik not the 'peacekeepers'))

(( Valen is an exception to this as he is still very useful))

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If any of ye want to serve under an allied nation, but to kept yer alliagence to Karik, go have a talk to the king. If ye put in the effort, he may be able to strike a deal with ye

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So all dwarves we see serving in a non allied nation we may drag back to Karik?

No.......ye would kill them. Drag the ones fighting in allied nation back

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Liam Frostbeard travels down upon the stone brick steps of Karik. He grimaces at the halls, a hollow heat eminates from the lava, warm but not comforting. He gazes upon the message on his way to his kinsmen hall. As he reads further down he chuckles, an aura of frost flickers from his beard as it sways up and down with his mouth and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

He mutters to himself, somewhat drunkenly of course.

So den... De 'uns who wish fer uni'y now cas' threats down upon t'ose who seek refuge elsewhere? If any'un 'ad 'alf a stone in deir 'ead dey would stay clear o' a place dat turns te threats, rat'r den reas'n... Forgive me lads, bu' I will much rat'r 'ave me kin prosp'r. No dwarf will succumb te threats, an' no dwarf will turn down a good deal eit'r. Dis deal is no good fer me kin, an' fer me.

Nods his head in approval, he knows he has made the right decision for his clan. He looks up at the notice one last time before he continues, shaking his head as he proceeds. With pickaxe in hand he dislodges the jewels on the mantle of the hall.

Te New Jornheim wit' ye den me pretties. Har har har!

Liam straps his pickaxe securely onto his pack, he slings the large travel bag onto his back. Singing softly as he leaves Karik unheeded and unopposed

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells...

While hammers fell like ringing bells....

In places deep, where dark things sleep...

In hollow halls beneath the fells... har har har...

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Liam Frostbeard travels down upon the stone brick steps of Karik. He grimaces at the halls, a hollow heat eminates from the lava, warm but not comforting. He gazes upon the message on his way to his kinsmen hall. As he reads further down he chuckles, an aura of frost flickers from his beard as it sways up and down with his mouth and the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

He mutters to himself, somewhat drunkenly of course.

So den... De 'uns who wish fer uni'y now cas' threats down upon t'ose who seek refuge elsewhere? If any'un 'ad 'alf a stone in deir 'ead dey would stay clear o' a place dat turns te threats, rat'r den reas'n... Forgive me lads, bu' I will much rat'r 'ave me kin prosp'r. No dwarf will succumb te threats, an' no dwarf will turn down a good deal eit'r. Dis deal is no good fer me kin, an' fer me.

Nods his head in approval, he knows he has made the right decision for his clan. He looks up at the notice one last time before he continues, shaking his head as he proceeds. With pickaxe in hand he dislodges the jewels on the mantle of the hall.

Te New Jornheim wit' ye den me pretties. Har har har!

Liam straps his pickaxe securely onto his pack, he slings the large travel bag onto his back. Singing softly as he leaves Karik unheeded and unopposed

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells...

While hammers fell like ringing bells....

In places deep, where dark things sleep...

In hollow halls beneath the fells... har har har...

So yer sayin yer gonna fight fer teh 'ighest bidder? Way teh represent Dwarven honor and provide fer ye' nation! There are plenty 'uv ways teh make it rich without sellin ye' n ye kinsmen out to a nation. When ye' are bought ye' tink dey will care about ye' if ye' die in batt'le? Dey won't, ye' are not fron der nation, not der kin. You will die fer dem and they will go on 'bout hirin sum'un else.

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I mus'ta been wrong 'bout ya Frostbeards. I t'ought ya w'ere dwarves ov 'onor! ...but, I mus'ta been wrong. We dwarves w'ere ment tu stay wit' one anutter! Dun ya see?! Ya pride is tuu big fer yer own guud.

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I think this is the right move,the dwarven nation needs more men.

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