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Muramir lights a candle for Draakopf, gone too soon.

Butler Belie cleans up after the debacle muttering under his breath.

Belie the Butler grumbles about more messes to clean in the near future.

Dwelgin welcomes his King, Mentor, and friend, into the halls.

Doomed Death Dwelgin Doomforged sat slumped in the dirt, leaning against the sloping hillside of a vineyard. "Wheeze, wheeze, wheeze". In and out he would breath, his breath becoming more labored as his lungs slowly filled with blood. A large Ork crafted javelin planted firmly in his chest with great might. He had not intended on dying that day as he went on his rounds, traveling to various mines, but then again most folk don't intend on dying, certainly not drowning on their own blood. It was in his traveling outside of Petra when he came across the scene of an Olog terrorizing Hohkmati allies. He bore no particular loyalty to these mages of Hohkmat but it would be a shame to his people and his clan if he were to leave allies out to die. With a bellowing cry he would draw his axe and charge into the fray, unarmored and unworried in his confidence that the already wounded Olog could be taken down with haste. It wouldnt take long for the odds to swing even for the hulking Olog as the beast was easily able to throw one wizard over the ledge of tall walkway, breaking her ankle on the way down. Her companion being obliged to carry her to safety leaving Dwelgin and another to face off with the Olog. Giving chase, Dwelgin and his Wizard companion would follow the Olog down hill into dense grape patches when, with an abrupt flash, his wizard companion was gone, leaving him alone with the 800 pound beast which had briefly vanished from view. Undeterred Dwelgin ploughed on through the grapes when in an instant the Olog did reappear, hurling a javelin with all his terrible might. Wearing his regular street attire Dwelgin was entirely unprepared for the javelin that now found itself bursting through his chest, throwing him backwards to the ground, making a ruin of his inside bits. His vision wavering, he watches the Olog make its escape as he lays insensate in the dirt. It would be there that we would die, unwitnessed, and alone, coughing out a final gout of blood over his chest before croaking At some point, somewhere near Petra in its expansive vineyards one would stumble upon the corpse of a freshly slain Dark Dwed of the Doomforged Clan. axe fallen by his side as his cold corpse lay there, skewered by a large javelin, clutching a blood smeared amulet dedicated to Yemekar. [thanks @Mark2282 for the good rp]

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"Make peace with us! Those alliance mutts say as they pillage and raid the country side of all lands, carrying off women and children if they aren't killed outright. Truly they must surely be seeking peace with such deplorable actions. The Veletzian alliance will not get the control they so desperately want, the world wont yield to these monsters." said Belie the Butler to the other servantry as he replaces candles and old bouquets around the Palace in Vallagne

Mired in muck and misery, morose man Belie makes his way homeward after the Veletzian forces failed to find him. Slyer then a rat.

Belie the Butler fled the church slick as a rat as soon as it became apparent things were not going well, pushing people aside as he dove out a window into the canal below. He would then spend an inordinate amount of time cowering in the muck under some canal side dock waiting for these rabid raiders to leave, for they made no distinction between soldiers and citizens.

rockem sockem robot?

Dwelgin Doomforged tends his livestock and makes merry in Urguan, not allowing the desperate demoralizing efforts of the orkine rabble to rattle him too much, mostly. Though he does pour one out for the greater number of civilians lost.

Belie retells events of the Haense attack to Renilde as he reads them due to the aging crones fading eye sight. "These contemptuous whoresons, these wretched pig-dogs, these monobrowed , jack-booted thugs, these befouled , rapacious mongrels! I tell you their treachery and low cunning will be answered by your just blade Renilde! No one else will be forced to lick the boot of a Veletzian anymore when the world is freed from them!" @tilly

Belie the Butler cleans up after Renilde

Dwelgin swore to himself never to get caught up in the low efforts of common bandits and so he didnt, staying home to tend to livestock instead.

Dwelgin puts this grievous wrong in his book of grudges, for making him lose was a grudge worthy crime.

Belie gives the missive a cursory look over before confidently turning to the crone Renilde and stating,"Its something to do with some variety of wizard party, I'm quite sure of it. I will need to get your best event attire freshly laundered for this, polish the shoes, it'll be a grand time I'm sure." @tilly

Belie the Butler aspires to great heights .

Dwelgin drinks a toast and lights a candle for the 'Gateman'.

Dwelgin Doomforged recovers from a long day of battle, perhaps having been too confident and vigorous in his pursuit of the enemy, taking some harm as he sped around alone in the open field pestering his foes before the opposing forces were joined in pitched combat.

Dwelgin grumbles into his beard as he recuperates in an infirmary somewhere "Gotta charge Isabella more if she is gonna have me fightin dragon freaks."

Dwelgin sets out to welcome the Caveforged.

Punish the fully armored warrior and then dash away with amped reflexes, I'm sure this will make for some real rp

"Tha bloated ego an self aggrandizing of tha wizard sorts will never cease ter amaze me, there self obsession always ends poorly for em." Said Dwelgin the dwarf