Battle Of The Sands

[Zezimus 1523]

Morgrim Grandaxe, accompanied by a large number of Dwarves, clad in diamond, steadily makes his way across the stone bridge, into the grand city of Mount Ire. The Dwarf's armour is covered in the blood of orc, human and dwarf alike. After continuing on towards the throne room, he leans over his axe, glancing up at the Paragon, Kjell Ireheart.

"A foine victory indeed, ye majesty, it appears t'at t'e Uruks were driven intae full retreat. 'owever, t'ere is more uv concern t'an we were tae originally 'ave believed... Wus tae agreement nut tae get our allies involved wit' t'is war? If oi'm nut mistaken, oi would 'ave sworn t'e lads called out t'at bot' Subudai and some 'umans were present durin' t'is 'ere battle. Wut brings t'e Uruk tae resort tae such dishonourable tactics? Be t'is war wit' t'e Subudai er are we tae attempt negotiation?"

Morgrim steps back, lowering his head slightly as he awaits the Paragon's response.

[Oghren Grandaxe 31]

((change in to mountire zezimus))

[Skippy 2466]

[ May I ask what texture pack that is? ]

[Zezimus 1523]

[ May I ask what texture pack that is? ]

((It's Respiren's Wayward pack I believe.))

[TEEbrown 348]

Along side Morgrim walks the elder Bazian, using his axe now as a cain being fatigued from the battle. When they stop, Bazian reaches for a flask of ale and takes a swig, quenching the thirst he long had. Leans towards Morgrim and says...

"Ah 'ave said it befer 'nd ah will say it again, t'ese greenskins 'ave no 'onor, t'ey can nevah beh trusted! T'ey 'ad un rule fer t'ese foightins' 'nd t'ey cannae keep t'eir word. T'ey even bluddeh lost, so t'ey beh weak! Weak 'nd dis'onorable, Bah! Sounds loike weak ale ter meh!

As fer t'ese Subudai folk, so far t'ey seem ter beh untrusted. But weh dun know t'eir true intentions. Ah say weh go 'ave ah talk ter t'ese Subudai 'nd make 'em explain t'eir actions."

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*The Paragon Kjell Walks towards the city of Ire, tired and parched from his long journey to the northern lands, as he approaches the city he accepts a pint of ale from his servant Spriggar the jolly and takes a seat in his re apolstered throne, The paragon takes in a deep breath before saying out loud to the Dwarves.*

"TUH ALL DAT LISTEN 'ERE AN' NEAR!"

"Ah spoke tuh da people ov da subudai tribe, dey welcomed meself wi'f open arms as Ah walked f'rough dere camp wi'f me party ov Dwarves. As Ah spoke tuh wi'f Wut ah suspect tuh be dere leader 'e told tales dat the orks loied tuh dem dat we tuuk allowance an' contract ov da Flay bastards! Da orks be gutless fiends an' 'onourless cowards but da leader ov da Subudai spoke true ov a different matter, da Flay must be destroyed as dey be a common enemy an' dat da "soudern Dragon's fire" must be quenched!

*Reclines in his throne taking a swig from his tankard rejuvenating his dry state back to its wet form, he mumbles to himself Oaths bearing threats and the death of the Flay kinsfolk.*

[Zezimus 1523]

Morgrim listens to the Paragon's words, his eyes widening slightly as he hears mention of House Flay.

"Wut be t'is treachery boi tae Uruk, 'ow dere t'ey suggest t'at we Dwarves 'ad business wit' t'e FLAY?! 'eck, I even infiltrated tae Flay fer a short toime n' found 'em workin' wit' t'e Uruk un more t'an 'un occasion... 'ow can t'is be wut tae Uruk be resortin' tae?! I say we push t'ese greenskin bastards back in tae t'e north and show 'em t'e full moight uv t'e Dwarven Empire."

"N' Paragon, surely iv ye wish fer war wit' tae Flay too, ye will face war wit' all uv t'e Empire uv Oren? Wutever ye decision may be, us Grandaxes will stand boi ye n' foight till t'e bitter end... I do t'ink we 'ave tae consider our tactics wisely 'owever. We are naught alone in t'is world, we 'ave possible allies in even t'e strangest n' most distant places... Even roight beneat' t'e noses uv our own enemies..."

[TEEbrown 348]

Bazian listens carefully as he drinks on his flask. After the two are finished he takes this flask off his lips and begins to speak.

"Ah 'afta agree wit' Morgrim on dis un. Foightin' th' orcs on un end 'n th' possible war wit' th' Oren un th' udder beh an unwise decision. Weh best focus our foightin' on t'em damn greenskins! Weh fought 'em off on our lands, now weh mus' brin' th' foight ter t'em!

'nd as fer t'ese Subudai folk, ah dun trust 'em. Weh mus' really see w'ere t'eir loyalties lie..."

[Zezimus 1523]

Morgrim listens to his uncle's words and then tilts his head towards him, speaking in a hushed tone.

"Whoile ye may be correct about tae fact t'at we must first push tae Orcs back in tae t'e North, I do believe it'd be unwise tae ignore Oren... Even iv we are naught tae attack 'em, 'o is tae say tae will nut march un us anyway when we least expect it? Ye know as well as oi uncle wut t'is Empire wus forged upon, under tae iron fist uv Godfrey n' 'ouse Flay... Wut uv t'e Teutonic Order, wut be t'eir part in t'is? Did we nae 'elp 'em w'en Renatus marched upon Konigsberg and t'en once again at tae Battle uv tae Boot? T'e 'igh Elves uv Haelun'or, as our allies 'ave already said t'ey may be willin' tae 'elp us. Now t'ese Subudai, whet'er we trust 'em er nut wish fer t'e same goal as us... It may be unwise tae nut take 'em up on such n' offer whoile it still be existin', aye?"

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