Grimloth Irongut Is a Traitor

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum grumbles as he walks up to a stone podium.

" Dwarves, ah will make this quick and brief. Grimloth is a feckin' traitor, simply put. Previously an irongut, and a previous lord Marshall ov th' dwarves, 'e was caught betrayin' and insultin' th' dwarves. 'e 'as a group ov lads with 'im, so if ye capture 'im and yer opposed, don't stop. Go through th' other feckers and bring back 'is 'ead if ye can't bring 'im back alive!

Tu simply put dis, Grimloth is banished, a court trial isn' nescesary. 'e is tu be killed or captured on sight, and 'is 'ead is tu be brought back tu th' dwarves. 'e 'as a group with 'im called " The business men ". And a lass whu apparently knows some ov us dwarves. FER YEMEKARR LADS, LET US SEND THIS TRAITOR DWARF TU DUNGRIMM! "

Gorum stands up once more, really pissed off this time.

" ALSO, LET ME MENTION, THIS FECKIN' ARSE SAVED 'IS OWN FECKIN' BEARD. 'E SHAVED 'IS FECKIN' BEARD! "

[EboBren' 87]

*Kara is walking through Karik when she hears his words.*

"What in t'e Net'er do ye mean, my 'usband is a traitor!? Is what he done really so bad so ye cannae even give 'im a trial!?"

[Skippy 2466]

"He dunnae even lift."

[Gorum© 623]

*Kara is walking through Karik when she hears his words.*

"What in t'e Net'er do ye mean, my 'usband is a traitor!? Is what he done really so bad so ye cannae even give 'im a trial!?"

Gorum approaches the lass.

" Th' trial is up to th' king, but aye, yer 'usband is a traitor. "

[EboBren' 87]

Gorum approaches the lass.

" Th' trial is up to th' king, but aye, yer 'usband is a traitor. "

*Kara continues speaking, calming down a bit.*

"Where is he t'en? I want te speak to 'im before anyone does anyt'in' rash."

[Gorum© 623]

*Kara continues speaking, calming down a bit.*

"Where is he t'en? I want te speak to 'im before anyone does anyt'in' rash."

Gorum shrugs.

" 'ell if ah feckin' know. Dain let Grimloth beat 'im up and escape, when Grimloth was SEVERELY injured from me blows. 'e is off, probably runnin' 'is mouth about 'ow 'e 'ates th' dwarven nation. "

[EboBren' 87]

Gorum shrugs.

" 'ell if ah feckin' know. Dain let Grimloth beat 'im up and escape, when Grimloth was SEVERELY injured from me blows. 'e is off, probably runnin' 'is mouth about 'ow 'e 'ates th' dwarven nation. "

*Kara shakes her head as she hears his words.*

"I'll fin 'im."

*With that, Kara runs off to her home, grabbing her armor and her axe, then runs out of Karik.*

((And if you try to stop me for whatever reason, just post again, and we can void that last part.))

[Thrym 188]

Maellik shakes his head.

"Grim, da crazy feck, w'at da netha was 'e tinkin!? By cuttin 'is beard 'e 'as spit upon da gift of da Brathmordakin, da most sacred ov all dere gifts! Fer dis 'eresy... It beh so 'einous dat oi cannae say ma thoughts on da matta until oi've collected meself."

Maellik massages his temples, unable to comprehend this sort of act from a dwarf.

[Mystronghold 52]

*After Gorum's speech, Goruk approaches toward the stone podium, and shouts*

In de next elven days, I will prepare fer a group to establish a search party. We will capture Grimloth alive and bring 'im in-front of our people, so dey all may insult 'im or do wat dey want to 'im! I will not let dis stand by any longer! Yemekar blesses you all, and I 'ope all de Legion members are prepared when dey get called upon into dis search party.

[Thrym 188]

Maellik finally collects himself enough to announce to the Dwarven nation a horrible judgement.

"Beyond w'at Gorum an' Goruk 'ave said ah'm 'fraid dat, fer da 'orrible act of removin' 'is own beard added to 'is insults to 'is dwarven kin ah've no choice but ta, as Archbishop, excommunicate Grimloth. 'e is 'ereby cut off frum da Brathmordakin, wit' no 'ope of reachin' dere auction on death. Instead, upon 'is death, 'e will be sent straight to fuel da fires of Yemekar's forge, so dat 'is soiled soul can still be ov service one last toime. Da excommunication cannae be lifted once 'e 'as died so, if any 'ave anytin' ta say ta save 'is soul frum dis fate speak now."

Maellik turns to the crowd, waiting to see if any have anything to say in defense of Grimloth's soul

[Tortek 51]

Shrugs deeply as he thinks of what could have made Grimloth do such a thing.

"Ah am still shucked dat meh uwn kin would ever du sumetin loike dis... It is loike Mili all uver again! Attacken uder Dwarves.. W'at could 'ave gutten intu 'im.. 'iebe will beh vereh upset tu saeh deh least. Ah knuw 'uw much 'iebe doug't uf 'im uwn bluud. Doug' deh wurst part is still dat 'e fecken shaved 'is 'uw beard uff! W'u in der roig't moind would even fink fur a secund tu shave der uwn beard uff! Dat lad dues nae knuw w'at beh cumein fur 'im.."

Shakes his head then walks off back toward the Irongut District.

[EboBren' 87]

*After a considerable amount of time, Kara Irongut does not return.*

[Dun_Irongut 104]

*Dun and his half-brother Gungron run back into the halls of Karik holding a rather familiar face that seems to have been detached from it's body*

Lord Marshal, this what ye wanted, no?

*Dun then drops the head onto the floor, as well as a sack full of the armor and trinkets that Grimloth carried. He also drops a note detailing all those that helped in the attempted capture and slaying of the Dwarf, including Hannibal Grimes, Hawke, and other men who serve under the prestigious Lord Torrhen of The Holy Oren Empire*

((Not a perma-kill, just some fun PVP and RP combat.))

[James 425]

Ah that was sum fine fightin brother. I ave' nay seen such ferocity, long live te' dwarves! *Gungron chugs down a mug of ale with a smile on his face.

(Great pvp ;P)

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*Paragon Kjell furrows his brow in frustration at the recent news he has heard regarding the dwarf Grimloth.. The same Dwarf who mocked him when a Dark elf **** pushed him into a creek during his attempt to rescue a imaginary bracelet, carefully uncliping his tankard from the thick belt the old Dwarf bares around his waist he lifts the lid and takes a quick drag from the metal cup. His expression changes to a more solem on as he begins to speak aloud.*

"Anudder foul piece ov dross in da forge ov Irongut family eh? Seems loike un by un dey loose dere pure an' become deformed, benae dis da second Irongut tu join da Flay!? W'o says dat nae anudder will duh da same? Ah say we tell 'Iebe ta keep 'is kin in loine! It be seemin' dat da clans be fallin' apart aroond us."