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Grand Marshal Agnar Ireheart squints his eyes as the font of the Lord Justiciar.

"For fook sake lad! Well done on a d'e response but... my goodness lad..."

Agnar Ireheart would see the ad as he was just looking through some papers or what not.
"S'e isn't a dwarf so..."

The new Grand Marshal, Agnar Ireheart, sits within his new office idly upon seeing the official missive to his clan. "It seriously 'urts d'at it 'as come to d'is yet d'ey did betray our core values and tenets. As an Ire'eart d'at is something I follow deeply. Ah've always showed d'e value of loyalty to d'e t'rone and Kingdom. D'is will 'aunt me yet I must stick by me fellow dwed. Ah've heard me son, Bakir, say d'at 'e is not loyal to d'e Grand King but to d'e t'rone w'ich all s'ould. D'ough as an Ire'eart, I'm not loyal to d'e person sittin' as clan father but d'e bone t'rone be'ind him. Eit'er or, I 'ope to see eyes open within me clan and reunite with d'eir people once more."

Commander Agnar gathers some Legionnaires before marching to Southbridge. "And so it begins..."

No 3-hour long point system warzone warclaim. Think we should just do a straight up charge in the middle and see who the victor is in a few minutes. Though the idea of having a point system can make it fair for those that are greatly outnumbered to hopefully tire out the opposing force to perhaps win via point system. Even though no warclaim happened it's good that this happened as it gave you and the other war team people more information on what it is to be fixed.

Commander Agnar Ireheart lofts a brow

"Uhm.. okay?"

Agnar chuckles at seeing these pacts with very small groups

"Maybe they'll be able to rally more than 3,000 men now."

OOC:

30 = 3,000

Commander Agnar lofts a brow in confusion. "Uhm... okay?.." he'd say before he let out a chuckle

Commander Agnar looks out of the City walls along side his fellow Legionnaires "And so it begins."

Commander Agnar Ireheart retrieves his blade from an Orenian body as he'd looked across the field filled with Orenian bodies before he embraced his son, fellow clansmen, and fellow Legionnaires upon the victory. "Today we 'ave won! Yet d'e war is not over! We s'all continue to prevail against d'ese Orenians!"

55 minutes ago, Imperium said:

General Erik recalls leading the capture of the Grand King alongside Baron Varon, "Does he forget we cut off his beard and took his own crown?"

Commander Agnar recalls Oren losing 23v12 with Urguan losing only one and a 16v12 with Urguan losing no one while also recalling that Urguan has many replica crowns. "Does the Orenians forget d'at d'ey made multiple t'reats at us yet 'ave s'owed no backing o' it? Also, did d'ey forget d'at we took d'e replica crown back from d'e mans dead corpse last stone day? "

Agnar Ireheart continues to train and prepare his Legionnaires for the Grand King and Urguan.

Remember w'en Oren used to make d'e t'reats d'ey make 'appen. D'ese lot are probably d'e weakest Empire I've ever seen! AND I'VE SEEN D'EM ALL!

Agnar Ireheart smiles upon seeing his son return.

Well done, Bakir, well done. D'ese Orenians 'ave always been a cake walk

Agnar Ireheart hears that they only shaved his beard, shrugging as the Grand King would grow it back the next stone day

"Eh.. it takes about a mont' for a dwarf to grow a bushy beard, easily. Anyways, per'aps we s'ould 'ave Legionnaires do gate duty all night long. Let d'e Orenians 'ave d'e first and last victory for today"

OOC:

#Stop2amRaids

Agnar Ireheart smirks as he'd remember the Eighteen Years war where he created the 'pungi sticks' stopping Orenian siege towers from touching the walls of Kal'Ordholm.

"Good times and a good response, me Grand King."

Agnar Ireheart smiles upon hearing of the outcome at St. James within his command office.

Good, I s'all send a letter to me cousin to congratulate 'is success on d'e assault. D'is is only d'e beginnin'.

Agnar ireheart smirks upon reading the letter.

May we ride toget'er and slaug'ter t'ese Orenians d'at attacked our kin

Stefan Vyronov says in the seven skies

Better capital, not gonna lie 

Commander Agnar Ireheart sharpens his blade.

Ah've killed t'ousands of Orenian soldiers in me life and possibly ye' own ancestors in d'ese past Urguan-Oren wars. D'is war will be d'e same. See ye' soon old man...

The Greybeard dwarf, Agnar Ireheart, Commander of the Legion smiles upon the Grand King's response

D'e Orenians think d'at we are push overs by attackin' me own kin wit' one being me own great-nep'ew. D'ey s'all pay for d'is and Urguan, as always, will come out victorious.

Agnar Ireheart lofts a brow at the weird statement with much falsehood

"If only Oren stopped tryin' to kill our people d'en t'ings may be nice and peaceful. Stoppin' our dwed on d'e roads for no reason. D'is statement is not'ing but false. Maybe if Orenians stopped bein' obsessed wit' looken like old people d'en as I said, d'ings may be nice."

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A depiction of the Legion preparing for a patrol led by Grand Marshal Volden Frostbeard

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 THE LEGION IS LOOKING FOR THOSE THAT ARE STRONG AND WILLING TO SERVE AND PROTECT URGUAN!

Contact Grand Marshal Volden Frostbeard or Commander Agnar Ireheart or any available Legionaire to join!

Narvok oz Urguan

OOC:

Application Form

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Agnar Ireheart sighs as he was late to sign up for the tournament.

"If only I 'ad signed up in time... could've won... be one o' d'e oldest Grand C'ampions of Urguan.. at least an Ire'eart won."

The Greybeard dwarf, Agnar Ireheart, hears of the news as he'd scoff at the idiots response to being banned from running for Grand King.

Ye' want to be Grand King yet ye' wish to kill ye' own dwed and commit the highest of crimes in our dwarven code like those of Ulrah to be King. T'is s'ows no strength but pure weakness. A Grand King doesn't commit the crime of murder towards fellow dwed, a Grand King stands by our dwarven law of being an elective monarchy not against it, and a Grand King stands by its fellow dwed. Ye' are nothing but a pathetic lonely dwed with no intelligence in 'em to comprehend the crime ye' wish to commit.  Draakopf 'The Fool'

Britannus Vanir sighs upon the news as he'd nod his head.

"May Godani bring vy to his paradise in the seven skies, old friend."