The Call For War

[Gorum© 623]

Irba, Fourth Of The Second Seed, Year 58

High Ambassador Gorum stands before the Dwarven Army, ready to relay his speech. He raises his arms seeking silence, and begins to speak.

" Dwarves, ah'm sure all ov ye 'ave 'eard ov what 'as 'appened! Th' teutons insulted our gods once more, and this time we responded by showing th' might bestowed upon us by Yemekar! We marched tu deir gates and silenced th' coward known as Mirtok! "

Dwarves cheer, swinging their mugs of ale above them.

" Although we may 'ave 'ad a victoreh today, th' battle 'as yet tu come! This is only th' spark that starts th' flame! Th' teutons are still out dere, breathing out ov their cursed mouthes! We are th' onleh ones whu can silence them, an' ah tell ye all dis, we will! Th' sheer might ov th' dwarven army tuday will strike fear in their 'earts, there will be no obstacle we will 'ave tu overcome! It is but a matter ov us takin' our might tu dem once more, dis time tu end it all! "

" May Yemekar Bless us all! Th' Sariants will pay fer deir actions! " Dwarves shout.

" Aye, indeed dey will! Though remember dis dwarves. Oren is not involved in dis unless they involve demselves, we are not at war wit' either ov dem. Not even da teutons, not yet at least. King 'iebe 'as called fer a war council! During th' War Council meetin' King 'iebe will decide on th' fate ov th' scums! "

Gorum steps back, extending his arm in the air while tightly gripping his axe.

" WE DU DIS FER TH' DWARVEN NATION, FER URGUANS MIGHT, AN' FER YEMEKARS BLESSIN' ! TH' TEUTONS WILL REGRET EVERY SLUR DAT ESCAPED THEIR LIPS! NO LONGER WILL DEY SLANDER US, BUT DEY WILL FEAR US! TH' DWARVEN MIGHT SHALL ECHO THROUGH TH' SKIES! OUR ANCESTORS LOOK UPON US, DEY WILL NAY BE DISSAPOINTED, BUT TH' 'ALLS OV KHAZ'A'DENTRUMM WILL BE FILLED WIT' ALE DRINKIN' AN' CHEERIN' FER DEY WITNESS DIS! LONG MAY DA KING LIVE! FER DA KINGDOM OV KARIK! "

" FOR DA KINGDOM OV KARIK! " The Dwarves chant. The halls of Karik begins to shake lightly due to the sheer cheering of the dwarves in unison.

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After the chanting dies down a bit, Bazian sits back down with a half empty mug in hand. He turns to his brother Valen smiling, still dizzy from the hype of the chanting.

"T'ese youn' lads never cease to amaze me. Always wit' 'aste t'ey go, seems like th' pace quickens every year!"

Bazian gives out a hearty laugh, being had his fith or sixth pint, he is in quite a jolly mood. Although, his face quickly turns a bit sour and serious, just for a moment.

"It seems though, t'at t'ey ought to follow th' proper ways ov doin' t'ins'. Best t'ey learn t'at we olden dwarves 'ave a certian way ov doin' t'ins', eh? Ah mus' go speak wit' Kilgrim."

He bids his farewell to Valen and slaps a bit of chipped gold on the counter to cover his tab. Bazian staggers off in hopes to find Kilgrim so that they may speak.

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After the chanting dies down a bit, Bazian sits back down with a half empty mug in hand. He turns to his brother Valen smiling, still dizzy from the hype of the chanting.

"T'ese youn' lads never cease to amaze me. Always wit' 'aste t'ey go, seems like th' pace quickens every year!"

Bazian gives out a hearty laugh, being had his fith or sixth pint, he is in quite a jolly mood. Although, his face quickly turns a bit sour and serious, just for a moment.

"It seems though, t'at t'ey ought to follow th' proper ways ov doin' t'ins'. Best t'ey learn t'at we olden dwarves 'ave a certian way ov doin' t'ins', eh? Ah mus' go speak wit' Kilgrim."

He bids his farewell to Valen and slaps a bit of chipped gold on the counter to cover his tab. Bazian staggers off in hopes to find Kilgrim so that they may speak.

Valen cheers in unison with the other dwarves, his tankard of ale raised high in the air. After the commotion has died down, he looks to Bazian and gives a slight nod at his words.

"Aye, ah'm sure Gorum will fulluh t'e ul' ways brudder, 'e beh an 'onourable lad. T'ese Teutons 'ave learnt now, t'ey cannae face us un an open field but w'en t'e grudge 'as truleh been placed, 'o knows wut t'ey will trae... Ah trust Dungrimm will beh comin' down in our favour... Nay Teuton talks against our gods n' our kin wit'out retribution... T'ey will know t'at befur t'e end."

Valen balances on his battle axe to lift himself up from his seat, using the back of his hand to wipe the foamy ale from his beard. He slides a number of gold coins across the counter, before making his way home.

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Gorbo raises his small fist in the air and screeches a battle cry of his own.

"Dun wit da metul-shara! Flat dem ull!"

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Thak, scimitar in his grasp, pumps it into the air above him as he shouts

Dey Teut'ns ar' fools tu try un slay gre't King Hiebe! Dey shall be demolished uf we strike at dem!

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