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"Times like this we must meditate on what is most important in this life ((and this life))."

Daeron returns to his room in the Horde office, quietly meditating on the Human defeat.

Will flying inch-worms count as siege equipment when we switch to 1.8 (in 5 years)?

Your Name ((RP and MC)): Korum Doomforge((ryno2)) Race: Cave Dwarf Uldar Irongut (Man5791) Akvar Ireheart (Vekrus) Falent Ireheart (MonkeyFaceGamer) Hodir Doomforge (Goldrim) X

Ganryokou wanders the countryside, without a purpose. He finds one of the posts and copies the important stuff onto a scrap of paper before walking on.

If you have any screenshots from Aegis, Asulon, or whenever you first joined the server, post them here so we can collectively shed tears over our lost years and share fond memories of what has been touted as the Golden Age of LotC. These in the spoiler are from Aegis, circa 2011

The Overlord listens to his moles' reports of the happenings in Petrus. In particular, tales of the elaborate proceedings and pomp and circumstance displayed seem to pique his interest, though his visage remains shrouded by the shadow of his cowl. After dismissing his underlings back to the mortal realm, he unrolls a map of the continent and waves a bony finger over the region claimed by Oren, leaving Petrus circled and the number 2 next to it in blood.

The Overlord wanders the halls of his burning realm. The news of Roy's return reaches him through various moles, causing him to ponder within his mind whether he will have the human nation be second or third in his conquest.

Valandil sits alone in the dark realm, a nameless Dwarven mole relaying this news to him.

Valandil ascends the craggy formation behind the main gate, rallying the Hand together, sending each man to his task for the defense of the Empire of Kal'Velekrumm.

good times, lots of fun open field battle would have given mortals a better chance at winning because of more space for clearing up ebola spell and better chance to flank, but even so a lesson was learnt: mountains will not protect from the will of Iblees

Valandil strides down the stone road, alone, as Tobias was. After a moment of wandering 'round, he smells death in the air and, seeing a huddled figure by the side, steals upon it, gazing over the face and recognizing it as his cult-brother Tobias. "Tobias, brother...you are with Iblees now..." After a moment of quiet contemplation by Toby's body, he lifts it up and solemnly carries it over to Kal'Agnar. As he walks in, the cultists about howl in respect of their fallen brother. Valandil proceeds with the body into the inner city and, upon reaching an empty tomb, sets the body in an empty stone coffin and marks it for cremation. As he leaves, he notices the masses of cultists weeping for their beloved brother, consoling one another. He gets up onto the fountain and begins to speak. "Brothers, today we have lost one of our own, and his soul flies to the true Lord, Iblees. He was special to me - he ws one of the first cultists I inducted to our congregation, and he brought many cultists himself to be inducted, who have brought more in turn. To the very end, he maintained his loyalty to our Dark Lord, and did not allow himself to become as the mortal races, and fall to worshiping the heathen Four Brothers or turning to the fallacious beliefs of the "gods" of the humans and dwarves. I do not know what force drove him to desire these foreign gods, but I do know that such forces are now, more than ever, our dire enemies." He unsheathes his blade and raises it high, motioning his brothers to do the same, before continuing his speech. "My brothers, you see this dwarven capital around you? We took this place, a nation capital, by blood and steel! Nothing is impossible through Iblees, so by Iblees and with Iblees and through Iblees, we shall find this foul force which intends to destroy us, and show it the power of true followers of Iblees, and make it tremble at our might! We will avenge Tobias' death, brothers, and show that he was right in keeping his faith for the true God, Iblees!" The hordes howl and raise their weapons in response, going back to their new dwarf-built homes and preparing arms and armor for the battles to come; each, as they work, meditate on Tobias' death and the sacrifice made to maintain integrity to the Dark Lord.

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You had such good family values, tho );

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The Dwarves collectively rub their hands together at receiving their delicious jewels