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Thumbrindal would smile seeing the newer generation of dweds in action slowly closing his eyes before he would start snoring.

Andrus treebeard would chuckle”gotta sae, if oi ‘ave to chose between kirkja dverga or kirkja r’un... da dverga eron da kirkja rhun wins ‘ere as t’ey be our local clerge’, oi nae see it as a dominatin clerge’ eit’e just t’at it goes back to our roots... oi meself practise Brat’mordakin on our own wae as Treebeards but if t’ey want to dew it t’ey ‘ave all t’e roig’t to dew so, t’ey ain’ worshippin K’orvad for Yemekars sake!”he’d say as he would crumble Norli’s post and feed it to his campfire where he would roast some sweet mutton.

Andrus Treebeard would shrug” ‘erese’? oi t’ink nae, but t’is is koinda too long of context for somet’in t’at is small...” He’d say before heading back to the library

Thumbrindal would read the post and narrow his eyes” A’e ye lots retarded or w’at? We got a war an’ ye ‘ere all troin to kill each ot’e, Shame to t’e Gilberbeans!”

amen brudda see you around! o7

Stoneguard Nagorain Longmane would smile as he would hear the announcement from his kingdom ”Ah yes, a bette’ tournament t’an t’e Krugmars! Atleast we invoite our enemies....” he’d say while stroking his fat beard that is wet from all the ale he got in his belly!

Stoneguard Nagorain Longmane would chuckle reading that Orcs hold a tournament ”Dungrimm be praised! Orcs a’e hoidin in t’eir ‘olds instead of attemptin to klomp our beards, Wot a Dissapointment!” he’d say as he would grab a keg of ale for himself ”True Krugmar doid in Atlas it seems, t’e war made t’eir moinds turn into t’at of a bunch of rotten maggots squirmin in t’e mud troin to ‘oide from t’e birds!”

Nagorain wipes of his sweat from his forehead as he did a fat run with the boyz for couple of coward orcs.

Aru! Aru! Aru! Nagorain would shout as he would sharpen his axe

Nagorain Longmane would grab his crossbow and would raise it in air shouting loud and clear through the halls of Urguan"Arrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!"

Nagorain would start snoring as he waits for war to invite him for some thee with the orcs!!!! URRRAAAAAAAAAAA!

Nagorain “Longmane” Honeybeard would smile as he would put on his black armor before grabbing his kha pelt and swing it over his back wearing it with pride

Yes hello I am just an ordinary player from Dwarven community and just here to say that i will be gone for a pretty long one. Ill simple explain everthing. Why am i leaving? first, my health. I have cought a bad cough and its stuck with me combined with a fever that drops and raises now and then. Doctors adviced me to better rest in bed, so here is the reason i will be gone. But it doesnt mean its a farewell, i am just gone but i cant tell when i will return. Will I be active? On Lotc no, but on discord ill be active as usual. Hey but what about skin comissions? Didnt forget those that asked for a skin, i will finish them dont worry but give me a time, i contacted Mickaelhz as he will be my middleman to receive the minas that was agreed on. So here a short answer on why i am gone and what to expect from me. I dont like writing long posts cuz it tires my eyes and prob for other people too. So Till next map or so!

C) Axios 2 electric boogaloo rise of Grand ki gdom of Urguan

NAGORAIN APPROVES THIS MESSAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!

ave courland!

"About fockin toime"Thumbrindal would say

Nagorain Emberhorn would call the safety team against Garrond for the so called “slavery” and “torture”

"No mo' hoigh preceptor! No mo powe for te clerge! Feck ye ye wont get me tax!!!!!"

Dispose of t'e Hoigh preceptor! 'E yoinkin our tax!

Thumbrindal would narrow his eyes as he would smirk "Per'aps t'ere still is 'ope afte'all..."

Thumbrindal Blackaxe would smile as he would shout "Narvak oz Kat'aikaz! Narvak oz Urguan! Narvak oz D'aen!"

An old Greybeard would stand before his personal armor, he would brush his beard before attaching 3 silver beads to it. He would then grab his helmet and place it against his head leaving a sigh ”Adeela... give me streng’t...” The old dwarf would mutter before placing the helmet on his head, he would then just slowly gear up before walking towards the public smithy with his war-axe. There he would sharpen it ”Toime flew fo’ mane’ of us... fifte’ yea’s passed an’ a new settlement is bein erected?” The dwarf would shake his head before looking at his own runic arm and remember the days of the Confederation, making him smile. ”t’e so called Moineborian king t’inks ‘e can devoid t’e dwed an’ beg fo’ understandin? ‘e can shove ‘is understandin up ‘is arse! t’e so called ‘survival of t’e state’.. donke’ shoite it is! Urguan is doin foine... Moinebor on t’e ot’e’ ‘and will fall, we aint Atlas ane’mo... dwedma’ unite’ was our goal back t’en nae devoidin t’e kin across t’e big worl!... all t’e dweds t’at t’ink livin awae from t’e capital of dwed a’e traitors of Urguan t’e all fat’e an’ should be punished for t’eir selfishness!” he would yell through the city of kal’Varoth making the dwarves that were there look in confusion of what the old dwarf was yelling for, you could hear someone answer with ‘okay boomer’.

Thumbrindal The Metalfist would smile before wandering of to his spider nest of Thumrilgrad