An Alliance Forged

[Zezimus 1523]

*A notice is placed on the Salvus board. As you pass by, you peer over to look at what it has to say.*

"This week, an official alliance was forged between the nations of Salvus and Khaz'A'Zhar. After many meetings with different members of the Dwarven government, it has come to our attention that a coalition has been formed, with the intent of destroying Salvus and dethroning Queen Dawn. While it is not known exactly which nations are involved, the Orcs, Hanseti, Alras and Renatus are largely suspected to be working against us. With the support of the Dwarves, we intend to fight back against any invasion by foreign nations. All efforts will be made to ensure that the crisis is averted with the least bloodshed possible but in the coming days, the Ordinators will be arming themselves and preparing for an oncoming invasion. We now seek further allies, in order to strengthen our defences and prepare for what is to come.

- Lord Ordinator Vance"

[♦ Kal ♦ 242]

Walking by the notice board Kal sees the message place on it. I gaze ends up in a concerned stare, as he finished reading the notice.

If the warmonger of the north and the south are out to challenge your peace, we indeed will need more allies than just the dwarfs.

He thinks and walks off.

[Hobolympic 1093]

*As Jordan strolls past the bulletin board, he notices the poster hung up on the board. He smiles after reading it, and continues on his stroll, while muttering for himself*

"Mm, this "Rebellion" is getting out of hand. Perhaps I should aid Dawn and the dwarves? Hmm..."

[Gunner 775]

LeTen reads the note.

I swear.. If there are more Ugly and Smelly dwarfs on the streets..

[Judoc 3]

*Oseric Ivansen passes the sign* "It seems those darn rebels have rallied foreigners to their cause. I must see where the town of Waywood stands on this issue."

[Skippy 2466]

A fat, but small dwarf holds his mug up.

"Long live da Queen Dawn... hic!"

The dwarf walks off, drunk, laughing.

[Bowen 14]

You notice a distinct scowl of a nearby dwarf, he mutters almost silently under his breath. Judging from the way his lips moved you can make out the words he uttered. "Feckin' witch..."

[Dukester 120]

*Reads the note and nods*

Finally, The Dwarves have decided to assist us in our struggle.