A Dwarf Rallies Vaer'haven

[Watty_Banker 172]

 

Bardel Thorak looks out across the cold, icy rooftops of Vaer'haven then down to the crowd he has drawn. Standing there watching them. Seeing them shiver in the cold he feels like he once felt when he fought for the Legion. Great and powerful; A tall and mighty Giant.

He breathes harshly in the nose biting winds before he opens his mouth to speak in his Dwarf accent

((I didn't make it Dwarven so its easier to read.))

 

"Brothers and sisters. You come here today to listen, to gain hope.

You are scared. Scared for your town, your homes, Your hold.

Scared that your children will grow up with the name 'Anarchist' upon there head.

I understand you are scared. I understand you."

 

He pauses and takes a few short steps to his left before turning his small body back to face them

 

"Do not fear these Dwarfs for they are the ones who granted you home in the first place. Without them you would have no home right now.

The very stone you stand on would not exist.

But now they. Them who helped the mighty Jarl of the past Ferron show us warmth. They want to drive our brothers and sisters out!"

 

He coughs and splutters before continuing

 

"They! Wish to tear Vaer'haven in half!"

 

An Angry gruff tone apears in Bardel's voice

 

"They! Want to destroy everything Ferron spent his last years Building!

They want to defile what he held dear!

Anarchists or no Anarchists!

The Fallen and everyone else they wish to attack are, as Ferron taught you, your Brothers. Your sisters! They are your Family!

Are you just going to sit in fear whilst they destroy your family!

I will tell you I am not! I am not going to let them!

And If it ends with us having to fight for our homes then so be it!

For if we don't the Legion will take your friends' homes!

Kardel may wish to hand over the 'Anarchists', he may not. But if he does he is going against everything that his close friend taught and that; that is the sign of a coward!

I am no traitor! But sure as hell I am not going to let my friends get hurt!"

 

He stops speaking with succession of coughs before climbing down off the Banister he was stood on and into the Inn.

[TGWC 8]

Luke stands and listens to Bardel speak, he speaks out after Bardel steps down.

 

"I will not let them take Vaerhaven, we have all worked to hard to have it taken from us,

Vaerhaven is a land for the free! Let's keep it that way!"

[IrishPerson 693]

Gawin nods slowly before standing up with the support of his staff.

 

"Whatever the choice of the Jarl and the councilmen, you will always have my sword, along with my family's."

 

Gawin glances around the room smiling, before giving a sharp nod and sitting back down.

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

*Ivan Bronte's muffled shouts are heard from his family outside of his office*

 

"Down with Vaerhaven! DOWN WITH CAMPBELL!"

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

*A soldier of Ivan's walks into his room and speaks to him*

"Umm Sir?"

"Yes friend?"

"Ugh the Campbells aren't in Vaerhaven anymore."

"...SHET!"

[Mish_ 101]

*Ike looks at him "Mister Thorak, I fight with you... for our family."

[Uniquename111 52]

Sil listens to the speech, ending up fairly confused, muttering to himself, "Who are Anarchists? Wow, for someone running a Newspaper, I'm not very current..."

[Uniquename111 52]

*Sorry, double post... :/

[Payed Legend™ 106]

Bardel Thorak looks out across the cold, icy rooftops of Vaer'haven then down to the crowd he has drawn. Standing there watching them. Seeing them shiver in the cold he feels like he once felt when he fought for the Legion. Great and powerful; A tall and mighty Giant.

He breathes harshly in the nose biting winds before he opens his mouth to speak in his Dwarf accent

((I didn't make it Dwarven so its easier to read.))

"Brothers and sisters. You come here today to listen, to gain hope.

You are scared. Scared for your town, your homes, Your hold.

Scared that your children will grow up with the name 'Anarchist' upon there head.

I understand you are scared. I understand you."

He pauses and takes a few short steps to his left before turning his small body back to face them

"Do not fear these Dwarfs for they are the ones who granted you home in the first place. Without them you would have no home right now.

The very stone you stand on would not exist.

But now they. Them who helped the mighty Jarl of the past Ferron show us warmth. They want to drive our brothers and sisters out!"

He coughs and splutters before continuing

"They! Wish to tear Vaer'haven in half!"

An Angry gruff tone apears in Bardel's voice

"They! Want to destroy everything Ferron spent his last years Building!

They want to defile what he held dear!

Anarchists or no Anarchists!

The Fallen and everyone else they wish to attack are, as Ferron taught you, your Brothers. Your sisters! They are your Family!

Are you just going to sit in fear whilst they destroy your family!

I will tell you I am not! I am not going to let them!

And If it ends with us having to fight for our homes then so be it!

For if we don't the Legion will take your friends' homes!

Kardel may wish to hand over the 'Anarchists', he may not. But if he does he is going against everything that his close friend taught and that; that is the sign of a coward!

I am no traitor! But sure as hell I am not going to let my friends get hurt!"

He stops speaking with succession of coughs before climbing down off the Banister he was stood on and into the Inn.

" The Dwarves that assisted Ferron and Vaerhaven, helping It become what it is today, are no longer here. Those were different dwarves in a different time. I'm not taking any sides, jus' sayin truth. Don't base the Dwarves who helped Vaerhaven off ov the current Dwarves. "

[Nefarious Aus Shitpost 891]

"Dere will benae 'steelin uv land' as yer dolts suh put et. Ef yer jus' 'and ovah teh traitors yeh will be lef' alone."

[Truthseeker83 119]

Count Killeki receives word of someone in town riling the people.  He looks down over the wall's of the castle and listens as the man shouts.  Afterwards he silently walks to his office and begins writing up some documents and set's them aside for the council's meeting later that day. 

[Moot 1719]

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