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"T'ank yeh fur all yeh 'ave done brot'er" Ursus mumbled from somewhere between life and death

I think Llir said it could be transferred as book

Ursus Frostaxe Grandaxe does the same as Sigrun, but with a sword

"One 'onours Dungrimm nae by some simple immitation o' a Golem, bet t'roug' eternal service en 'is name. . ." A Priest of Dungrimm mutters

"Toime tu s'ow out wort'" The Frostaxe mumbled

Ursus Grandaxe clicks his tongue with a smile "Vereh gud lass,"

"T'es feehls personal" Ursus mumbled

Ursus Grandaxe sits at home, looking out over the main square, to the Dwarves just out of reach to speak to

Standing on the stands of the Urgaunian Courts, Ursus Grandaxe would roar, the pain in his voice echoing through the courtroom as it happened. He'd fall down, his head hitting the heavy stone stand.

"W'o yeh callin' Azdrazi Followah?" Ursus asked curiously

Ursus Grandaxe chuckles "A' Dragon would've beehn vereh useful nowh wouldn't et? Er a' foire mage, er evehn a' mastah smit'" He muttered as he overlooked the work from his sky cell

Ursus Grandaxe repeats what he said "Why te fook am ah en jail 'gain?"

"EF A' WOS EMPRISONED WET'OOT REASON, W'Y AM A' EMPRISONED NOW?!" A furious Ursus roared from his cage

+1 for sure! I love what you've done, even when I'm not a Farseer myself

+1 an amendment is indeed a better idea than a whole rewrite

"A' gud foig't t'at wos" would Ursus Grandaxe mutter

[!] An artistic depiction of a Fire Animist's Flame Torrent An Orcish Blacksmith, working his craft. Hammering the steel, working the bellows. The sound of steel banging against steel, the roaring of the forge and the chanting of the Orc filled the air, as a piece of art was crafted. The Orc, with help of the Rex, called upon Skathach, to help with their craft. They prayed for his fire, and channeled their energy into the steel. One of the Orcs, a green skinned one clad in bronze, took a hammer to hand, forging the steel and bronze into a chestplate worthy of the Spirits themselves. The flames continued roaring, the temperature rising and the sparks flying high as the two chanted and roared, calling upon the mighty Spirit of Fire. The Rex of the Iron Horde channeled his power, all his might, funnelling it towards his Witchdocter Student, and the Blacksmith. The Ugluk, son of the Great Bull, would direct the power granted to him towards the forged piece of steel, the flames roaring up around the piece of steel. He carried it towards the anvil, where he would bend it, shaping it for the average Orc. "Skathach, Ilzgûl'hai ob ghaash! Khlaar-izubu bugd! Traum-izubu-lab gothû!" The Orc chanted as his hammer fell, hitting the bronze and steel! Suddenly, the flames rose, a trail of fire leaving the forge to cut off the Blacksmith from his kin. A deep, disembody'd void spoke; "Lughorn, Elementalizt ob Neizdark! Amat-lab bugd-mi?!" The raspy voice spoke, deep and loud enough to vibrate the walls of the smithy. The smithy bathed in the light of the fires, spiralling outwards, driving the onlooking Orcs, Elves and Humans out of the Smithy. The voice spoke once more "Amat-lab budg-mi?!" The Green Skinned son of Krug did not flinch, and did not back away. Instead, he spoke. He chanted and shouted in the Language of Spirits. "Bûb'hosh Ilzgûl ob ghaash, ob dushtala'ghaash. Hiil-lab mi nargzab!" The orc answered the Spirit "Gor vor lat! Mazauk-lab! Bi latz Mau!" The Orc continued, pleading his case. The flames continued to dance, singing the hairs of the orc, and turning his already red mane into what seemed to be fire. The fire grew and grew, changing into a torrent of fire, a massive column of heat, with Vrilkon'Ugluk in its centre. The deep voice spoke once more "Ghung za kul-lab drûhm, blûh-lab-izg-ub" With that, the flames seized. Within the smoldering circle, Vrilkon stood. Looking bewildered, a fresh tattoo of a tornado of flames formed on his right shoulder blade. Now an angel of Fire.

Ursus Grandaxe would too

"Bakir yer ah bastard fur breakin' teh laws yeh oathed tu follow w'en yeh ascended teh t'rone" Ursus Grandaxe said, destain in his voice and his eyes cold as ice

Ursus Grandaxe nods approvingly, his crimson Mana Soul following the movement, since it was more distorted than that of most other Scions. "Gud tu seeh weh beh en business" He said

Ursus Grandaxe nods approvingly "We shall speak soon"

Ursus Grandaxe gets to work

Ursus Grandaxe shrugs, already doing what he sees fit

"Ah t'enk ets toime for anot'er reformation. . ." A bewildered Grandaxe commented before adding; "Religion"

"Yeh were a ' Brat'damn treasure, 'nd one o' a rare group o' nae completeleh awful Ire'earts" Ursus Grandaxe said with a soft chuckle "Bet nae put t'at bastard o' a' Bakir en c'arge"