Grimloth Irongut Is a Traitor

[Hiebe 2493]

*hears of the betrayal and sighs. The greed of the dwarves takes another one. What can I do to stop them choosing this path? What can I do?*

"Dwarves dis is a turrible day. Anudder dwarf sucumes tu da greed ove killin fer gold an diamonds. Dis shall nut stand! Frum dis day on any dwarf whu leaves fer a unhonorable group loike da bandits shall be exilled and must be captured on sight. No moar will we let our brudders fall tu Illbess curse. We must rally tugedder an foight tugedder."

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Redeemer sits in the fort with Grimloth playing cards while they watch over some slaves, when suddenly he looks up

He face twists, and he gets a strange feeling

His face goes white...

And he lets out a large cloud of odor from his rear, laughing loudly with Grimloth who still has his head

[Dun_Irongut 104]

Redeemer sits in the fort with Grimloth playing cards while they watch over some slaves, when suddenly he looks up

He face twists, and he gets a strange feeling

His face goes white...

And he lets out a large cloud of odor from his rear, laughing loudly with Grimloth who still has his head

((Apparently monks can grow you a new head. Either that or they've perfected cloning and that's Grimloth V.2... Perhaps we really should have some explanation of this system...))

[Gorum© 623]

Gorum scratches his beard thinking about the other dwarf accompanying Grimloth.

" Maybe Grimloth used 'is position as da Marshal tu lead udder Dwarves astray. Hm... that would explain th' other Dwarf that was with em. "

Gorum glances over at Dun.

" Ye did a guud job makin' up fer Dains fuulish mistake. But this be far from over, we mus' take down not onleh Grimloth. But all o' these Flay imposters. They call demselves the business men. 'opefulleh Goruks force can locate and arrest all o' dem. We must find out whut motivated Grimloth tu betray us. "

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

Bael shakes his head and wonders what the hell has gotten into his good old friend Grimloth.

[Diri/GreenKoopaBros 58]

Bifor had been silent through all of these happenings, the news of betrayal great upon his heart. Watching as the head of the accused was brought in, he would cry quietly, his tears rolling from his cheeks and into his beard. The idea that such dwarfs can exist, grieved him greatly.

Even though he was a dwarf of great joy and charity, he was not above "feeling" for others, and he wept for the sake of Grimloth, only able to imagine the turmoil that his soul would go through for all eternity in Yemekars Forge. Grunting, wiping his face, he turned and waddled to the Farm-to-be, wanting to have something to take his mind off of this terrible happening.

[Zezimus 1523]

Consular Valen glances up at the podium from the shadows, towards the back of the hall, supporting his balance upon the hilt of a large battle axe. He bows his head in repulsion as he hears of the herecy committed by the traitorous dwarf and further ponders on whether he may have also been responsible for the murder of Kara Irongut. As Gorum walks by after finishing his speech, Valen places a hand over his shoulder muttering some hoarse words beneath his breath.

"'igh Ambassador, ah beh assurin' ye uff t'is... T'ere beh nay place un Yemekar's blessin' t'at will 'oide t'is traitorous bastard... In loife er in t'e 'alls ov Khaz-A-Den'trumm, 'e will face Dungrimm's Wrat'. Befur 'e can beh 'armin' aneh mur innocents, weh will bae t'e first tae ensure t'at justice beh served, whet'er bae curt troial er 'onourable deat'.

The old dwarf furrows an eyebrow, running his stubby fingers through his braided beard, pondering on a suitable course of action. After some time, he steadily raises the battle axe with his plated gauntlet, lifting it over his right shoulder.

"'Weh beh needin' sum wae ter track 'im duwn. Tell meh 'igh Ambassador, dae weh 'ave aneh leads un t'ese Flay fellahs ah 'ave baen 'earin' suh much ov? Call fer t'e Lord Marshal, weh mus' beh sendin' out Legionnaires tae 'unt t'is bastard n' return 'im tae our 'alls, dead er aloive."

[cmf95 39]

*looks down over the crowd of dwarves from the rafters and frowns*

Wun more falls....

[Gorum© 623]

Consular Valen glances up at the podium from the shadows, towards the back of the hall, supporting his balance upon the hilt of a large battle axe. He bows his head in repulsion as he hears of the herecy committed by the traitorous dwarf and further ponders on whether he may have also been responsible for the murder of Kara Irongut. As Gorum walks by after finishing his speech, Valen places a hand over his shoulder muttering some hoarse words beneath his breath.

"'igh Ambassador, ah beh assurin' ye uff t'is... T'ere beh nay place un Yemekar's blessin' t'at will 'oide t'is traitorous bastard... In loife er in t'e 'alls ov Khaz-A-Den'trumm, 'e will face Dungrimm's Wrat'. Befur 'e can beh 'armin' aneh mur innocents, weh will bae t'e first tae ensure t'at justice beh served, whet'er bae curt troial er 'onourable deat'.

The old dwarf furrows an eyebrow, running his stubby fingers through his braided beard, pondering on a suitable course of action. After some time, he steadily raises the battle axe with his plated gauntlet, lifting it over his right shoulder.

"'Weh beh needin' sum wae ter track 'im duwn. Tell meh 'igh Ambassador, dae weh 'ave aneh leads un t'ese Flay fellahs ah 'ave baen 'earin' suh much ov? Call fer t'e Lord Marshal, weh mus' beh sendin' out Legionnaires tae 'unt t'is bastard n' return 'im tae our 'alls, dead er aloive."

Gorum shakes his head.

" Nay, nay... we 'ave no leads on 'im right now. But we be workin' hard tu do it. Ah 'ave me contacts out der scoutin' their previous lands, an' per'aps track their whereabouts. While dey du dis, Goruk is leading th' Legion in scoutin' dwarven lands and tryin' tu seek them out. They encountered them about two times, which lead tu fightin', but no leads on their whereabouts. "

[Boomack21 124]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.