War Council

[Hiebe 2493]

*King Hiebe Irongut sits in his throne and his council arrives taking their places around the table.*

"Tuday lads I 'ave called dis council cause ove da actions ove da TO and da 'umans whu support dem. Da uddder fortnight ago we fought da Teutonic Order and sum knights ove oren in the fields in front ove Arethor and we destroyed dem and routed dem back tu der city. I tried tu talk wit Uthor Silverblade and Ezikeil Tarus but I was stabbed in da back by a coward. Im wounded and my ol body inst takin it su well. Nuw I ask ove ye all, whut shall we du bout dis? Dis......treachery I tink should not gu unpunished!"

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum shakes his head, clenching his fists.

" Aye, all ov this started because we went tu Arethor pureleh fer diplomatic reasons. Dey den began insultin' us wit'out even speaking twu minutes with dem, all ov dem readeh fer a fight. Pathetic ah say! If we 'ad a choice tu bring th' Dwarven might tu their walls, ah say we du it, dey 'ave crossed da loine fer da last time. Ah'm sure Dungrimm would enjoy punishin' da feckers when we finish wit' dem. "

[Zezimus 1523]

Valen slams his gauntlet upon the stone table in front of him. As he speaks, his voice bellows throughout the council chamber.

"Lads, weh must nawt beh tae 'asteh 'ere! T'ese Teutons 'ave brought t'is grudge upon 'emselves but ah wud dare say, Gudfreh dus naught approve ov t'eir actions. Weh shud at least beh attemptin' diplomacy, whet'er it beh wit' Tarus, t'e Silverblades er Godfreh 'imself..."

The Consular tilts his head towards the High Ambassador and then to the King himself.

"It meh nawt beh entoirely safe tae beh sendin' in anudder ambassador wit' t'e Teutons prowlin' Aret'or... Ah say, weh send 'em an 'awk, warnin' ov our arrival n' ye, 'iebe, go tae Aret'or alun'soide t'e royal guard. T'is dus nawt 'ave tae beh settled wit' bloodshed... T'at beh nawt our way, unless 'onour must beh proven!"

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum turns to Consular Valen.

" Diplomacy with th' teutons is well over, Consular. Ah attempted tu meet with them twice tu see if der were any terms ov peace. Dey ignored me, an' began blurtin' out comments like " Mutant, get out ov me sight " or " Yer gods be nothin' but fakes ". Also, Uthor Silverblade made sure dat no other Humans took part in dat fight. It was strictleh Teutons and Dwarves. Th' only question we need answered now is if Oren will decide tu protect th' teutons or not. "

[Zezimus 1523]

Valen tilts his head back towards Gorum upon hearing him speak.

"Aye, t'at is wut ah speak ov, Gorum... Befur weh beh rushin' intae anudder war, weh must see wut Godfreh 'as tae say, else weh risk foightin' all Oren, even t'ose weh wud call friends. T'is must beh left between t'e Teuton bastards n' ourselves... T'ere beh nay grudge 'eld against Oren itself, after all."

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum nods in agreement.

" Aye, ah know. But remember what 'appened last time? Wit' Morgrimm? It'll be impossible tu call ah meetin' wit'out tensions being 'igh. It cannae 'appen in Karik, or Arethor. We need another citeh tu 'ost this meeting, or 'old th' meetin' somethere that neither ov our nations are affiliated wit'. That is th' onleh way ah can see this meetin' working out. "

[doom6153 57]

*Dom's face is drawn tight with anger and disgust. He stands up and his face grow slightly redder as he speaks.*

"Ah say we kill des fools with the vengence our gods would wish us use. De kill us when we go du talk diplomacy and harm our king. De be dishonorable. If Oren backs dem den Ah will tear down der walls, put der ships tu de torch, and remove der kings head wit de headsman's axe."

*Dom takes a deep breath to calm himself before continuing.*

"I call fer war, but if ye wish tu try and talk tu de fools den Ah say ye have a meetin in Holm. De can not run frum us on an island and if de try and take a boat we can blow it from de water wit Dungrimm's Wrath. We will force dem tu diplomacy er death. Either be fione wit me, but ti be yer choice 'iebe."

*Dom settles back into his chair and takes a long drink from his mug of Thunderbrew Ale.*

[Wizard 125]

Angered, William speaks out in the council.

Dis beh an outrage ter t'e Empire! Ah say weh end it now an' start ah mighty campaign.

[Tortek 51]

Tortek shrugs deeply then begins to speak

Dom clan ye please just calm duwn, ye are tuu fecken angreh all deh fecken toime. Dis should nut deh discussed dis wif anger and fuulishness in our moinds. Ah agree wif w'at Valen and Gorum are saehin, doug' weh should nut beh 'asteh about dis w'ule tuetun fing. Alung wif dat Ah du agree dat 'ulm would beh a guud sput tu meet since neider uf us 'ave influence der.

Tortek then sits back down and leans back into his chair.

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum turns over to Tortek.

" First we will need ta make sure dat Oren doesn' 'ave any bad relations wit' 'olm either. Anyweh, what do ye lads think about 'avin' da meetin' at another nation dat ain't involved wit' either ov us? "

Gorum asks, awaiting the councils response.

[doom6153 57]

*Dom gives Tortek a death stare as his face reddens.*

"Yer a fool fer nae bein angry. And Ah am nae bein foolish, ye agreed it me idea tu meet wit dem a Holm. So if am a fool den yer de biggest dunm arse ever. Alsu if ye ever call the Prophet of Ograhad, the god of knowledge, a fool again, Ah will label ye a heritic, burn yer face off, and shoot yer chopped off head from me cannon tu splatter on de walls of Oren when Ah siege em."

*Dom takes a large drink of his strong ale before continuing to give Tortek a death stare*

[Tortek 51]

Tortek chuckles at Dom's words.

Dom, treh tu keep yer temper tu yerself. Ye can saweh w'at ye want about 'eritics, doug' nu une would believe ye dat Ah am une. As Ah am nut and Ah knew dat Kazraden would agree wif meh. About 'ulm Ah am nut saehin dat weh should use 'ulm Ah was just saehin dat 'uld is an area dat weh could use, doug' Ah can nut fink uf aneh uder places dat weh could meet.

Tortek then back into his seat still slightly chuckling at Dom.

[Wizard 125]

Hearing Tortek, William stares at him and then replies to his rebukes to Dom.

T'is beh no toime fer jokin'. T'e humans 'ave attempted ter murder our vereh own king. Ye should take t'is matteh more seriously. Weh all 'ave a right ter beh angry.

[doom6153 57]

*Continues to glare at Tortek*

"Ah've changed ma miond....De walls uv Oren be tu guud fer yer 'ead. I tink Ah'll shoot it up yer useless arse su it pops back out untu yer sholders and you'll be whole and guud as new."

*Dom pauses for a second to ponder this new idea*

"Oh wait nae ye won't ye'll still be dead and yer head will be covered it crap. Huuuu... what a great idea. Ye dead AND covered in crap. Fitting dun't ye tink."

*Dom chuckles while still managing to glare at Tortek all the more hatefully.*

[Tortek 51]

Tortek hearing William's words he begins to speak.

Aye ye are roig't William weh 'ave deh roig't tu beh angreh doug' it is best deh treh and keep our anger frum 'avin us make rash fuulish dissections.

Torteks shrugs deeply at Dom's remark

Ukeh enoug' is enoug' Dom, weh should get back tu deh tupic at and and staeh der. Nuw du aneh uf ye 'ave an idea fur w'ere tu 'ave dis meetin, as lung as weh are tu 'ave a meetin, besides 'ulm?