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troopermatthew

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  1. Been trying to have the overground Holds raised since I made Lord. I would have them culled down to Vaerhaven and Whitescar if I had it my way.
  2. *Telchar sits in the back of a rowboat as two injured Naval soliders man the oars. The dark looming shadow of the great ship "Yemakers Hammer" comes into view slowly.* Telchars face is grim as he clutches a crimson stained bandage at his side and he mutters "Feckin' cowardly beardlin's canne hold dere own on open grounds. Lets 'ope t'e solid walls ov t'e fortress will provide t'e courage dey lack w'en we next face t'e Oren scum" *The two Naval soliders simply nod in agreement as they row closer to the ship*
  3. *Lord Telchar Azaghul arrives at the city armoured and surrounded by his most trusted Naval officers. All are prepared for the battle ahead*
  4. *The sound of a warning bell is heard from the Hammerite Islands, home of the Dwarven Armada. All across Anthos the air is turned black with smoke as the great steam Navy of the Dwarves gathers*
  5. *Telchar raises his arms above his head cheering* "T'ank feck fer dat! I can finally go back to me feckin' work!" *Leaving the chamber only a dark sweat stained throne remains*
  6. *Telchar squirms uncomfortably in his throne. It is moist with sweat and he has been needing the toilet for almost 1 week now. He coughs and wipes sweat from his brow while stuffing ripped parts of his once fine garment into his nostrils to stifle the smell. He looks to the still thinking King hoping one day he may speak again.*
  7. *Coughs awkwardly as he edges towards the Obsidian Throne. He pokes the King and then quickly runs back to his throne* "E aint dead. Just t'inkin'"
  8. *Telchar fidgits in his chair wondering how long this trial will take. Already it had seemed like weeks had passed and the room was starting to smell even worse than normal from the sweat and emotions. Grumbling Telchar looked at his wrist, though he did not know why ((wrist watches have not been invented yet :())*
  9. *Telchar strokes one of the hundreds of micro pigs he keeps in his beard. He has absoultly no idea what is going on due to his isolation while creating the new Naval Fortress. He cannot think of any clear way to get himself some gold from this situation so falls asleep in his throne. The micro pig runs squealing down the middle of the throne room and out across the frozen wastelands to live a new and successful life as an adventurer* ((*Note the novel "To the North: A Micro Pigs Tale" can be purchased from all good book vendors at the low price of 40 minas))
  10. *Telchar mutters to himself "Its like a fecken turnin' door ov recent. I dun t'ink im gunna even bother learnin' t'e Lords name nae more as 'e is only gunna retire next moon!".*
  11. *Telchar sighs as the latest parchment is pushed before him. He scans it rolling his eyes and passes it onto the next Lord. It is unsigned by Telchar*
  12. *Telchar simply puts his palm to his face as he reads the notice.*
  13. *The parchment is passed to Telchar. He quickly scans the page and makes a grunt as he pushes it away from himself. It is not signed by him.*
  14. What is maximum capacity for the average Dwarven beard? Why is Dreek's Dwarf so fat? If a Dwarf falls in the woods does he make a noise? How much coal could a Dwarfy dig if a Dwarfy could dig coal? Apples or Beards? Are you sure Ellsia is a female Dwarf? Can a biological eunuch be cured?
  15. *Telchar looks across at Zahrer as he finishes his speech*
  16. *Turning to Dreek and addressing him* "All I ever 'ear ov late is t'e name ov Kal'Halla. Is it or is it not t'e main bloody reason we be 'avin' issues wiv Oren as ov recent? I say we deliver a stern and clear message to 'em before we do anyt'ing else! Tell em dat dey join us 'un live in wun ov our 'olds or dey are cut off by us and we aint gunna acknowledge dem as a part of t'e Kingdom either as an ally or a vassal. Too long 'av we negotiated un 'elped a city none ov us even want t'e exist! *Leaning back in frustration he awaits a reply*
  17. *Sighs leaning forward from his throne* Yer all feckin' arguin' about a race dat aint even livin' in its own city anymore! T'e carpets 'ave scattered un now fight amoungst demselves. Keep an eye on 'em sure enough but I still stand my me views dat we should be keepin' a watch on our northern borders dan our eastern ones!
  18. *Receiving the bird atop his new island Telchar quickly scans and write a reply* "The current declaration by Oren is still under discussion here amoung the Lords and I am unwilling to say any more until said discussions have ended. I do wish to remind you though that should you take action independantly that my loaned ship is not to be used against Oren forces or their allies. The ship is there to watch and guard the pirate passage as well as providing safe transportation for your troops and supplies between Ironsail and Azgoth Harbour. The penalty for missuse will result in severe punishment. Lord Telchar Azaghul Admiral of the Dwarven Armada"
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