The Harbinger
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” *A pause, as she made sure of one thing. The right place? Affirmative, before she began.* "You wish to know of my story?" Inquired the Ronin. "It is quite the long tale, but I suppose we have time." I am relatively young. As a child I often prayed to Yekemar, as well as Dungrimm. I learned many teachings, and I am intending to explore the realm and attempt to bring peace, even through war if needs be. I must admit my tale is likely only beginning ma'am." She answered, as she remained seated. "I learned more of a specific style of battle in my travels from the Elven race, yet I also took some inspiration from the remnants of Yong Ping. Their style fascinated me, for though crude, I see that their talents may be elevated beyond their baseline, as with all things. It merely allowed me to recognize such, but I am thankful for that."
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*an old, old farmer swung his coop stick, knocking one high into the air as he grunted.* THASS WUT YE GET FER MESSIN' WITH ME CABBAGES!!!
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Let the past be forged anew!
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"DEFILIN' THE DEAD?" A voice roars from the forests, as a cry calls out. "AH'LL SKIN THE FECKIN' WAZZOCK!"
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An Election For The Grand King of Urguan
The Harbinger replied to Kevinblabla7's topic in Grand Kingdom of Urguan
Glod decides to vote for Alaric, finding his promises and rulings to be favourable, as he nodded at the attempt to make peace, and finally letting Heffrum have its own army. -
"Hmm. Coupla policies I might wanna enquire 'bout, but 'part from t'at ets a good argument!" Glod would say.
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Omen of Belka - Call to all dwarves
The Harbinger replied to mateolog's topic in Dwarven Realms & Culture
upon a rocky crop in the North, Glod Grimgold stands, as he stares upon the oncoming Ragnarok. He sighs as the call is heeded. "And so it begins... The great battle of our time." He declares, as he nods to the encroaching blizzard. -
[✗] [World Lore / Magic] Crystal Imbuement
The Harbinger replied to _RoyalCrafter_'s topic in Denied Lore
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The Union of an Emerald Comet and an Onyx Star
The Harbinger replied to _RoyalCrafter_'s topic in Dwarven Realms & Culture
Glod smiled for both of his friends. "Ter charsi an' garedyn."- 11 replies
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There Will Always Be Something to Fight
The Harbinger replied to SomeKeyboardGuy's topic in Grand Kingdom of Urguan
Glod rolled his eyes. "Took 'em long enough." He'd toss the missive aside and continue his vigil -
suicide permakill The Death of Charles The Bald
The Harbinger replied to Charles The Bald's topic in Grand Kingdom of Urguan
Glod would sigh, as he tried to comfort some of the oddly more emotional dwarves around. "He's wit' his mates now... Dunnae despair." -
Glod sighed. It was sad for the ancient hero to pass. He'd done so much in his life... And now he was gone. He'd only hope he himself would pass with such grace.
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Glod shook his head. How else could he help revenants if he didn't speak to them and try help them pass?
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Glod sighed. He'd miss those leaving, a good number were good friends. "Gods guide ye all..." He'd mutter.
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Glod would sigh. "Ter ire'earts? The fuckin' dumbarses... Of all Tae clans t'ey choose Ter 'uns 'o literalleh are a fookin' war clan?
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"FOR KARL!" a dwarf would shout as he joined up with the Haensetti soldiers.
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Glod would look in horror at the poster, then rage. "Tae better fuckin' pray I Dunnae find 'em..." He'd mutter angrily. They would pay. THEY WOULD ALL PAY.
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Glod sighed. More of this madness.
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Glod froze as he saw this missive... As rage burned away... Alaric was back. *Alaric. Was. Back.* Hope filled the hole left by anger, which eventually turned into joy.
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Glod sighed. Politics be fucked, Alaric was getting a mention.
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Glod shook his his, silent in rage. He could have stopped this murder. He had both blades in his hands... Norli right in front of him... And he didn't take the chance... He sighed. "Everywhere ah look... Sin commited in yer name, meh lord..." He muttered. So much sin committed in the name of Yekemar...
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"poor fuckahs... Ef tae try lay a fingah on me mates in 'effrum... T'ey'll regret it." Glod uttered, as he set to honing his blades.
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