Dwarven Declaration Of War

[comanderbly^ 499]

Roderick Crawford spits on the floor as he hears the news "Fawkin' bearded ladies and sheep lovers will be made removal. Fawkin' disgustin' midgets." he says before walking to his butcher to tell his comrads

[Drazker 307]

Sophia taps her fingers on the table as she reads over the letter. She turns to the knight at her side 

"Let us get the horses. We are to fetch the High princess and then we ride for Urguan." 

The unidentified knight nods to Sophia, arranging the horses for her party.

 

[Dreek 1633]

Mad King Dreek Ireheart gathers his ghost armies around him and begins to march them to Kal'Ithrun to meet up with the Dwarven Legion.

[hex37 737]

The matron sits back on her Quartz Throne LARGE CHAIR, reading over the news. She rubs her temples. "Here we go again."

 

With a small sigh, Nienna begins looking over her ledger of materials, carefully flipping through pages and price-estimates.

 

"Lets see... Prices in Urguan won't be touched by this war, they probably won't until the day their Vault doors rust off from centuries of age. Their surplus is just too enormous."

 

She flips another page, reading closely. "Malinorian iron will likely to be the first to go if they actively participate. I'll have to regulate their prices... I'll See what I can garner from existing stocks."

 

Turns another page. "Krugmar, on the other hand-" She stops as she realizes what she's saying. "-moving on to something else."

 

She flips to another page. "Abresi..." She pauses, then pinches the bridge of her nose. "Why did you have to anger the Dwarves, Mister Tuv? I could have helped, were it any other group."

[Sneaky 189]

Boul smiles hearing about the war but looks around seeing very few orcs around like the,first days of Anthos and frowns.

[seannie 7443]

"Time to teach the little sheep fuckers what it means to be Renatus' b*tches."

[Draeris 3124]

An official letters is send towards the dwarves. Its parchment is fancy, from noble origin. The markings M S is carefully printed on the seal. A small wine stain is seen on the corner, but the letter isn't written drunk. The letter was send urgently, and was hoped to come in the hands of the dwarven king.

 

M S

 

Official Stolistes request for

diplomatic negotiating.

 

 

By this letter de Stolistes officially requests an attempt for negotiating between

the human empire of Renatus , the noble family of de Stolistes, and the Dwarven empire.

To thrive towards a better solution than war.

 

de Stolistes are willing to represent a mattering part of this war, and take the

initiative for diplomatic solutions to be implented. If the Dwarves so refuse to

negotiate, the Stolistes enforcers will declare a "purge" on all dwarven residents and

make them outlaw to the protective laws the Stolistes enforcers hold.

Military actions will be taken and supported by de Stolistes and its allies if considered necessary.

 

de Stolistes will aim to come to a compromis on both demands, to avoid further

escelation in this war. Acceptance of negotiation will require to stop

all military organizations controlled by the Renatus empire , de Stolistes and the dwarven

empire taking any military actions. The location, time and representatives will be

assigned and made public once the request is accepted.

 

Signed and approved by:

 

~Marcus de Stolistes

[3andD 1722]

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[Jistuma 1996]

Snip

((I aplaud you my good man, may diplomacy happen and may the sides not make stupid huge claims like 200 iron blocks and 25000 minas. stay with 100 ingots and 5000 minas and it may happen.))

*Rosso still has no idea war exists again, no one ever tells him anything in VaerHaven*

[Arkelos 1027]

Silence..

 

The patter of footsteps come across a chamber deep within the depths of Anthos, the howling hiss of subterranean creatures grows in volume. Before long, the walking figure makes its way down past the antechamber, shaking nervously as it past each pit. Before pushing the Hulking wooden door so that they might pass.

 

"Young one.. I have brought news of the surface.."

 

The womanly elven figure rises from her mediation, staring at the messenger while gritting her teeth, her mediation most sacred of exercises. Staring down the messenger with a light growl behind her teeth as she extends her hand

 

For too long we have been silent..

 

The messenger, not in fear, but in respect lowers their head, shaking nervously. Eyes looking up at her as the Messenger begins to speak.

 

"The Dwarves have declared war upon the humans, many of the races have joined them in their struggle to remove the Carrions. The current rulers of the Human Empire"

 

The Elven figure nods, hissing as she slithers back down into a meditative pose, looking up at the messenger with one open eye.

 

"Though it be not in our intent to harm those who show no ill towards /OUR/ kin, I think that this doth make a most joyous of occasion to rise again, for long hath the human kind reveled in their triumph, but they doth not know the sting of the serpent. We doth not bow for any one man, but for the time being we must come together."

 

The Elven figure closes her eyes. Speaking much more loudly, as if suddenly angered.

 

"Go, and do not return! The hour of our rebirth is almost at hand!"

 

The messenger scurries out of the underground caverns, the light that broke through dimming, before all going dark, behind the Elven woman begins to light ablaze.

 

 

Now Rise.. Shadiss.

[Moot 1719]

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