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Rodrick unsheathes his hood and walks towards the King. "I will create a network for you. A very big network, the best network. It will be great, and it will incorporate the famous '5S' system. For those of you who are unaware, the 5S system represents a system that utilizes a list of five phases: Sort, Set In Order, Shine, Standardize, Sustain. The 5S system has expanded from manufacturing and is now being applied to a wide variety of industries including health care, education, and government. "

2 hours ago, ~Gandalf~ said:

Both can not work when you want dwedmar homes destroyed and dwedmar blood spilled.The Brathmordakin would be disappointed if there spokesman would focus more on a floating island then them. I ask you on behalf of not myself but others, Either step down from your position of High Prophet and continue this 'campaign.' Or continue having the honor of speaking on behalf of the Brathmordakin and end this 'campaign.' 

                                                                                                      With Good Intentions,

                                                                                                    Darid, Former High Prophet.

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Rodrick of the South scoffs.

"What kind of self-centered ultimatum is that! The south is shocked! Morug is preserving the ancient Dwarven arts by demanding TRANSPARENCY! We do not need a peaceful High Prophet young man, oh no we don't! We need a High Prohpet who is not afraid to challenge those who work against the Gods will! You understand!? A High Prophet who does not sit there simply to hold the title, but to protect the teachings of the gods. The best leaders of religion lead by example; they do not simply preach and hope people follow, they stand up and take action, whether it be a pilgrimage or enforcing the will of the Gods."

been south long time

now we come north

Full Name: Rodrick The Scholar

Clan: The South

Rodrick approaches!

"When it gets tough you must stand and fight you cannot give up even if you do not speak properly you must stand up and fight for the chrome of mozilla in the night of font wink clip you must see what you think reply your options are infinite your spirit is infinite. Blieve. Atack. Strong. Survive. That is what must do you must hah!? You need to. HUGO'S HEAD MAY BE FALL BUT WE MUST BE MAY RISE!"

Rodrick throws a banner in the air after this sick music transition.

"Tonight we rise and rebel we kill the ones who created hugo the headless LETS GO RALLY WITH ME."

Rodrick runs through blackgrove forest and rallies potential flowers to hiscause! You can't fight the friction!

arteh do me a favour and shut your mouth--------- kralek for king everybody the south approves

Rodrick of the south smiles.

"It is Rodrick's dragon thank you very much for returning it I went south but I went south what the red mouse taught ya hafti upti get out? Fecking get down rub my neck down because everybody is hellbound. We went south. "

Rodrick The Scribe rushes to write this down in the proper history books.

"My King! Would you like knee cushions to assist your COCK SUCKIN'!? "

Rodrick quickly adds all Dwarven nobles to the shanking list!

 

If Publius heard this lad, he'd simply note his profanity, and how distasteful he is!

 

"By God, if all your kin are like yourself, you should do the world a favour by falling on your own blade and refusing medical attention. You literally attack civilians of all races, and curse Oren? Perhaps it's in Blackfist blood to lack intelligence."

 

This would be followed perhaps by a shrug, and a prayer for any women and children of Oren who would end up crossing paths with such brutes.

 

Rodrick sticks his hand infront of Publisu's face.

"I am not Blackfist, do not associate me with them. I am OF THE SOUTH. I am the historian of the south. I have a group of about five men and me and my men will demolish your existence. Oren will be reduced to the weak nation you used to be BY THE HAND OF THE SOUTH. EVERYBODY, FECK ORENS PENTHOUSES! EVERYBODY GO SOUTH! I WENT SOUTH! COME SOUTH! Hand in hand we go south together, and together we go south. To the south. "

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to battle! lets go south

(i am extremely offended by your banner regarding "gay RP" it's 2014 please do not speak about us that way

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My gosh... they return! Victory is us

Orcs vs. Dwarves in 2.5 LoTC is the response to a post 18months later???

yes

The response

Oliver Queen rushes back to his hidden base at the Dwarven night club.

"Diggle, get ready. We gotta get to that meeting..."

No antagonists.

Fimlin Grandaxe single handed lay slays Roderick and his men

Rodrick single handedly breaks Fimlin's neck, ordering the rest of his guards to silence Hiebe and break Dave out of the prison. No word of this clan meeting was heard, and Dave kept his power.

Conquest Warclaim

Conquest is the act of military subjugation of an enemy by force of arms. In other words it is the de jure incorporation of some territory into another geo-political entity (either adjacent or non-contiguous). Usually, it is implied that the territory and population being annexed is the smaller, more peripheral, and weaker of the two merging entities, barring physical size.

Opposing Faction:
The Empire of Urguan and Allies

Defending Faction:
The War Uzg and Allies

Name of the battle:
Orcs Among the Grain

Location:
Alras East



Time(atleast 5 days warning.):
Sunday, July 29th, 6pm EST

Terms:
- No enchanted weapons, except for power 1 bows.
- No golden apples.
- No potions.

Rewards:
- In the case of a victory for the Dwarves, region ownership will be given to Mystronghold and the Goldhands.
- All loot and chests are property of the Goldhands, as well as any riches or resources in the region.

RP:

The dust has settled, the battle for the outer city of Alras has been won. The dwarven warriors celebrate for the victory that has been claimed for the Goldhands. But not all dwarves celebrated that night. The two military commanders, Hodor and Morgrim, look over the edge of the crumbling fortress to the old Alrasian farms. Scattered across the waves of grain, orcs roam about, disorganised.



“T’is battle beh nay be over ‘till t’ese bluddeh greenskinsbeh off our lands. Nut befur t’at can weh begin tae launch our own attacks un Uruk territory.” says Morgrim in a slightly war weary voice. “T’ere nay beh many, weh mus’ beh quick about gitten ‘em out ov ‘ere. Oi suggest ye call t’e ‘olds fer battle once again... T’e quicker t’is be done, t’e better.”

Hodor nods to Morgrim in agreement, “Dere beh nay sense in waitin’, ah will begin ter rally th’ troops n’ we will march upon t’e Alrasian farmland wit’in’ t’e mont’ T’ese greenskin bastards will see wut use t’eir little invasion wus wort’. We will crush ‘em unce again, just loike we did in t’e West! T’is’ll be just tae beginnin’ uv our counter attacks on ‘em!”

Morgrim glances back at Hodor, nodding, a slight grin appearing across his face. The two war weary veterans smile at each other, and walk to join the festivities in the Dwarven Empire.

i think that honestly? come on though like please no that is not why here come to become the truth be told? haha like you know what his get is coming forth to say? paragon omithiel hall of heroes omithiel paragon omithiel HALL OF HEROES OMITHIEL

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