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-snip- I was denied

Guy claps but not that much

l0l please trying roleplaying anything above small scale scuffles

tr0ll!!

--- A royal Holmish Pigeon is sent to the council of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan in Kal'Arkon. 28th of Sun's Smile, 1459 Woe to you, manlets! You have shown endless disrespect and aggression to the Imperium of Man! The constant slaughtering of helpless peasants! The boiling alive of your own citizens due to baseless paranoia! May you be cast into magma many times, **** upon by the eagles of the Empire each time! You, "Grand King" of the stunted, greedy midgets, are nothing but a speck on the arse of the King of Holm! I, Guy Silsbury, say this now, and I will scream it many times at your mutilated corpse, "**** YOU! **** YOU, *****!". Your sins not only affect the mortal realm, but taint your soul beyond belief! The Creator already scowls directly at your gold-clenching, war-mongering, short-growing spirit! The entire Kingdom of Holm curses you, dwarf! Here is a list of despicable and unforgivable crimes your Kingdom of Rats has committed! **** you! And this is just in the last saint's month! **** you again! Assaulting the Enclave of Haelun'or, sister state of the Holy Empire of Oren by the Crimson-Silver Concordat, with reckless disregard for their pacifism. Unjustly laying claim to the lands of our sister-state, the Enclave of Haelun'or. Aiding our enemies, the Princedom Fenn, with military and economic support while the Holy Empire of Oren was in a declared and provoked state of war with the aforementioned state. Aiding our enemies, those ravaging warbands of uruks, with military and economic support while the Holy Empire of Oren was in an assumed and provoked state of war with the aforementioned parties. Levying direct attacks against the Orenian city of Vekaro with the aid of bandits, uruks, and legions while in a state of claimed peace with the Holy Empire of Oren. With regard for neither honor nor decorum, making official statements inflammatory to the citizens, authorities, and Emperor of the Imperium Tertius. Complaining without any break to the brave and enduring soldiers of Oren. Kidnapping the ***** known as Vittoria Horen. (haha) (I have her head in my basement) Influencing the aforementioned ***** into adultery. Killing the vibe of House Silsbury. Killing the vibe of House Denims. Being offensive to the eye: short and scrunched in stature, creepy visage, and beards with the same consistency of my pubic hair. Burning over six-million innocent Urguan civilians alive with boiling oil without regret, and then attempting to push the blame on the Strelts of Vekaro. Hacking. Repeated attempts at raiding the capital of the Holy Empire of Oren, Kaldonia, and failing spectacularly each time. Extreme aggression towards innocent Orenian tourists in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan's capital, Kal'Arkon. Forced removal without mercy of innocent Orenian tourists in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan's capital, Kal'Arkon. Exclusion of innocent Orenian tourists in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan's capital, Kal'Arkon. The cutting-off-of-legs of insubordinate recruits: a massive abuse of Dwarven rights and another Dwarven Monstrosity in general. The fact that the Dwarven King of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan enjoys the company of male dwarves: a sin against Our Creator. Refusing to recognize rightful clay of The Grand and Supreme Holy Kingdom of the Kingdom of Holm under the Holy Empire of Oren within dwarven territory. Refusing to recognize the authority of The Grand and Supreme Holy Kingdom of the Kingdom of Holm under the Holy Empire of Oren. You will regret this day, thieving manlets! Woe to you! Woe to you! The sword will fall upon everything you hold dear! Holy flames of Oren will burn down your pathetic structures! The Kingdom of Holm and its master government, the Holy Empire of Oren, will see to the death of every single noncomplying dwarf! **** you! Woe to you! The House of Denims will tear your flag! The House of Silsbury will rend your flesh! You will burn and scald as did your citizens! Fear the might of every human, from the hardy strelt to the noble Caerngard! If there is one word to describe your situation, it is fucked! If I could include my laughter at your incompetence and other disgusting traits, this paper would burst into brilliant flames! Ha ha ha! **** you! You are doomed, dwarves! Goodbye! The Empire says goodbye! I, Guy Silsbury, Caerngard, say goodbye! Goodbye! A flock of royal Holmish pigeons then darkens the sky above Kal'Arkon, flooding the streets of the Dwarven capital with this document which was copied meticulously by slave hands.

please ban all australians they bring nothing but grief and troll to this commune

A clear day in the capital of Urguan... but awful events transpire at its front bastion. The Dwarven legion guards pour boiling oil on their own citizens simply waiting outside. They scream and writhe, begging to their heathen gods for mercy! But none comes. The legionnaires watch without remorse. Many innocents boiled alive that day. Countless capita lost, countless lives lost, countless love scattered to the wind....

Sexy, especially with that pack. But it could use some bigger mountains.

Guy wonders "celeberate for once fvictory? they weere bandits@! they were strelts! aHAA" laughs him, "Dorf is lucky man not man lucky dorf for the monk dsave him many times"?

Will it still be overrideable? Might need to close the gate to raiders at day, or open for a specific party at night.