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"Teh fock is a trial of seven?" Nagorain ponders"regardless well fought lads!" he'd say as he raised his tankard in celebration.

"the empire fears the dwarven engineering"Nagorain would chuckle as he began sharpening his axe for the upcomming field battle

Nagorain screams at the retreating Imperials from the arena gate!

Nagorain reads the missive as he chuckles"we got a live on har har har"wondering what else is new, he'd notice a flower as he plucked it from the soil near his garden sniffing it before feeding it to his cows.

Nagorain Emberhorn would put on his helmet as he'd burry the hatchet against the tree of his chosing, he declared war as clan lord of his clan all his members would not remove their helmets untill the Empire is defeated or die trying. "TUMUN-ZAHAR! NARVOK OZ GLOIN, NARVOK OZ HODFAIR! NARVOK OZ URGUAN! ARRRRUUUUUUUUU!"