A War Of Honour

[Zezimus 1523]

After the War Council finally came to an agreement in the Wilvern Sanctuary, neutral grounds between both the Dwarves and Orcs, hawks were sent out to all corners of the Dwarven Empire, each bearing the same, clear message. Not only had the Council voted in favour of bringing a standstill to the war with the Orcs but also, had they all agreed upon one thing. A swift end to the southern menace known as the Teutonic Order. Dwarves had traveled to Arethor, demanding Emperor Godfrey heed their calls for he to allow their armies passage through Renatus, a request of which had been denied. The Dwarves returned to their homeland, disgruntled and enraged at the actions of Godfrey and with a lust for vengeance, vengeance that would be served through only one means. War.

A heavy drum beat sounded across the Dwarven Empire that night, hundreds upon thousands of Dwarves were rallied to their Holds as fires roared into the night sky. In one of these Holds, Overseer of Kal'Anart, Morgrim Grandaxe, leading in his uncle's absence, stands aside his Longbeards and most trusted advistors, a sincere look on his face as he peers over the great mass of Dwarves, each willing to give their life in the name of Urguan. He raises his hand, a sudden silence enveloping its way across the crowd.

"Dwarves, Dwarves uv Anart, uv Alras, n' uv Dwain, t'ere beh un reason n' un reason alone wae weh rally t'is noight, a reason t'at some uv ye are more informed uv t'an ot'ers. Fer years 'ave weh battled t'e Uruk over wut bot' soides claimed wus 'onour n' fer years 'ave weh nut been able tae come tae agreement un wut' t'is 'onour truly means. T'e trut' beh t'is... Even in war, even in t'e 'eat uv battle, w'en ye 'old only true n' pure 'atred fer ye enemy, t'ere beh somet'in' t'at lets us 'old ontae t'is 'onour. Dis'onourable acts 'ave been made un bot' soides uv t'is war, bae t'ose 'o eit'er did nay care er 'o felt t'ey could cheat t'eir way out uv it. T'ese ave now been exposed n' so as a Council, weh 'ave voted upon wut weh must do. Ah week ago, ah issued t'e Order tae call fer an 'alt tae attacks un Uruk territory. T'is order 'as now been fully implemented across t'e Dwarven Empoire, after a meetin' 'eld in t'e Wilvern Sanctuary w'ich decoided unce n' fer all t'at fer t'e toime bein', weh would stup t'is war. T'e council uv 'olds 'as made its deiciso n' weh intend tae go t'rough wit' it."

"Now 'owever is nut a toime fer rest, nut a toime fer drinkin' er celebratin' but fer preparin'. Fer years 'ave t'e sout'ern lands uv Oren been filled wit' t'e dis'onourable n' fer years 'ave weh done not'in'. Nut but a few weeks ago, our contacts in Oren n' t'e Rex 'imself informed meh uv 'ow a group uv Teutons charged upon a crowd uv goblins n' Thallion townsfolk, mericilessly cuttin' down any 'o stood in t'eir way. Wae wus t'is ah ask? T'ese Teutons see us as mutants, beasts wort' only uv deat'. Well ah say nay! It beh t'ey 'o are a stain upon Urguan's blessin'! T'ey 'o are a blight upon wut 'onour remains in t'is world! T'ey 'ide be'oind t'eir armour n' t'eir pityfull, treacherous words whoile t'ey spill t'e blud uv innocents wit'out any care fer an 'onourable deat'. Weh marched tae Godfreh's keep n' demanded justice beh served bae t'e blade, a request uv which wus denied. Iv t'is beh wut t'is 'oly Oren Empore beh built upon, n' Godfreh beh willin' tae defend t'ese blatant croimes, 'e 'as sealed 'is fate wit' t'e dis'onourable."

"It pains meh greatly t'at it 'as come tae t'is as ah 'ave nay wished fer war wit' t'e 'umans n' yet weh will nut stand idly bae 'as t'ese croimes are committed. Sons uv Urguan, raise ye weapons intae t'e air fer t'is day, weh n' t'e Uruk will foight t'e last good foight un t'is plagued land, a war tat will truleh bring 'onour back tae t'is wretched n' cursed world. Godfreh's *******, t'e Teutons t'ink t'ey can 'oide be'oind t'eir Empoire! T'ey 'ide in t'e peaks uv 'anseti loike t'e cowards t'ey are! Well ah say nay! Weh will march upon Oren n' onleh t'e dis'onourable will stand before us! T'is day, weh foight t'e last good foight, a war t'at is just n' true in t'e eyes uv our gods... Un t'is day, in t'e name uv t'e Paragons, we t'e sons uv Urguan, declare war upon t'e 'oly Oren Empoire! Ah 'ereby call upon our armies tae march tae t'e sout'ern borders where weh will prepare fer t'e battles t'at are tae come."

Morgrim unsheathes his blade, raising into the air for all in the crowd to see, an action which is followed by the Dwarves around him.

"Each n' every un uv may fear wut lies in t'e sout', a fear t'at weh will all beh gettin' used tae. It is wit' our moight n' bae Dwarven steel t'at t'is war will beh won! Nay amount uv armour can 'ide be'oind t'at... T'e lands uv t'e sout' will run red wit' t'e blood uv t'e dis'onourable n' in t'e name uv all t'at is roight n' just in t'is world, t'e Teutonic dogs will beg fer mercy. Sons, uv Urguan, Dwarves, mah brot'ers, weh march fer victoreh n' a foine victoreh weh shall foind! Weh will bring down t'is Empoire uv dis'onour, t'is Empoire t'at 'as nay place in t'is world any lunger! Fer Urguan, fer t'e Grandaxes n' fer t'e 'onour uv our ancestors!"

A cheer erupts across the crowd, each any every Dwarf now raising their weapons into the air, each chanting out what is most dear to them. The drum beat suddenly pacens, the crowds spring into action, forges lighten, weapons given out and preparations begin. Morgrim gestures for his advisors to follow him into the keep, before them laying a map of the entire Oren Empire.

"N' now justice will beh served" mutters Morgrim as he leans over across the map, a mix of emotions racing through his head in anticipation of what is to come.

[Battleme33 196]

Gud, get rid of Oren. They help the Orcs and expect to git' away wif' no punishment, now dey will be punished.

[Martin123martin 11]

Down wit' Oren and da Teutons!

[Distance 8]

Guud nuw weh can shuw our power! All 'ail Urgaun and duwn wif Oren!

[doom6153 57]

Down wit de 'umans.

[Phelrin 60]

"Solace to the guilty shall be Godfrey's downfall. He shall perish as he watched his precious Empire crumbles beneath him. The Teutonic shall not have a wall, but rubble standing between them and us"

[Raglin 64]

Down wif' Oren. 'cept good ol' Lancel. He owes meh a beer still.

[Josh △ 87]

* remembers when the princess Maria Vallark came into Kal'Anart.

"Oren sc'um, ah tuld ya. Ah tuld yer."

[Tortek 51]

Guud dey will nuw fear us as meh are de great sun uf Urguan! Duwn wif feckin Oren and de feckin Teutons!

[Eryl 16]

[OOC:] This is gonna be a fun one!

[iC] Finally, someone realizes that the Tuetons need to be eradicated, but the fool protects them. He would be much better off with a more attached dwarven ally, then men in diving gear.

[THUNDER37 162]

((We are soo going to get betrayed by the orcs, Everyone knows this to be true :3))

[Raglin 64]

Probably. ))

[Kilgrim 361]

*opens the hidden armour display room behind his throne. Kilgrim takes a deep sigh as he remembers the wars he fought in with said armour. He grabs his war hammer and prepares himself for the coming days.

My kin! BRING THEM HELL! SHOW THEM OUR MOIGHT! SHOW THEM OUR GLORY AN' HONOR! SHOW THEM THE POWER OF OUR NATION! OREN WILL TREMBLE UNDER TE FOOTSHTEPS OF OUR NATION MARCHIN' UPON THEIR "'OLY" EMPIRE!

TONIGHT MY KIN! WE DINE IN THE NETHER!

[Jorgen Reimer 74]

(We shall see how the war-claims well come, when you ask for a war-claim against, Oren because a Tuton killed a Goblin part of a troll guild.)

[ΚΨΙΞ 710]

(We shall see how the war-claims well come, when you ask for a war-claim against, Oren because a Tuton killed a Goblin part of a troll guild.)

(RP is RP, get over it)