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Tuzic reads over the missive with a furrowed brow… “Already tha dragon’s influence spreads further… Dungrimm guide us..” he mutters to himself as he hurried off to meet the king.

@SimplySeoActually gotta hit them with the flying backflipping pommel throw of course.

@JihnynyAgain - that is referring to a longer distance race - at least 100m - If you're running 100m in a sword fight, you're running away, not fighting. I would agree that over a longer distance the little bit of extra weight would slow you down. But i'm referring to the actual fight. And these changes would apply almost exclusively to the actual fighting emotes - considering turning tail and running away would only lead to a mechanical chase anyways.

I'm not sure if you guys have watched many videos where people demonstrate wearing full plate armor, but the reality is that you are just not really any slower when wearing it (if you have trained to wear it of course.) It's a myth that wearing plate armor makes someone sluggish and slow - And it likely would have not been worn as widely as it was in the past if it WAS making people that slow. Perhaps over long distances one might be slowed down by their armor - but to think that it would make someone slower in a combat situation is just a pure myth.

Tuzic's eyes widen as he reads some of the ideas put forward in the missive "Seems Ogradhad asks more of meh then..." He says to himself, walking up the stairs to his desk to write.

Tuzic inspects the missive and shakes his head "Nah surprise, misrepresented by me kin once again..." Tuzic sighs "Did not feel tha need te write how King Grelu agreed that Thromdrick never taught Lurdoic of the Brathmordakin as he taught him of dangerous rituals.... never even explainin' tha passage of dwed to Khaz'A'Dentrumm..." Tuzic walks off from the notice board "Seems some dwed wish t'is kingdom's doom... Ah onleh 'ope Grelu might avert et..." He mutters to himself as he went about his duties.

Tuzic shed a tear at the news of what had happened... He mourned the loss of Kierd - and now Lurdoic joined him. The forest dwarf had tried his best... tried his best to show Lurdoic his compassion... to show him that the Brathmordakin could forgive more than he might understand. But no. It seems Lurdoic had set his mind on losing his soul to the void long before... Tuzic wipes the tears from his eyes then, and begins his worship to Ogradhad...

"Yemekar's blessin' on ye Grelu." Tuzic says with a smile as he reads the news "May ye remind tha kingdom o' Anbella's grace."

"Ah dwed weh can all ralleh behind" Tuzic says, relief in his voice "Yemekar guide ye, Grelu." He rolls up the missive and stuffs it in his pack, before returning to his worship.

Tuzic shakes his head as he reads the document... It wasn't something he ever wished to read. "Ye blasted dwed... come back..." He sighs, and begins writing to the Mossborn. Perhaps despite his doubts... it was time for closure.

"It can't beh..." Tuzic whispers to himself in denial...

“Suh beautiful… Anbella bless ye two!”

Tuzic shrugs at the missive. He shakes his head as he thought on the words, before he went back to pitching his tents in newly purchased lands.

"'ow long will t'is fightin' keep on?...." Tuzic mutters as he read after taking part in the battle "Best weh can do es keep our lot safe now..."

Tuzic nods in approval at the missive "Works te Praise Yemekar nah doubt." - "Well done Bostone." the forest dwarf says with a proud smile.