D3F4LT

(OOC) MC Name: Floppetlappeting How active are you?: for now im too inactive Discord: D3F4LT#4284 Timezome: central europe (RP) RP Name: Thumril 'Ord' Metalfist Gender: Male

would laugh "oi ran away, cuz oi ain't gonna live wit' kinslayers, ye will end up destroying yerselves if ye continue t'is madness."

NARVAK OZ FIMLIN! NARVAK OZ AGNARUM!

Krarrak Ireheart would chuckle when he would read the paper kings words about 'unity' "Ye t'ink oi will aid ye cuz yer allies a'e orcs t'at a'e in trouble, t'at also attacked Agnarum? Oi rat'er foig't wit' t'e empire rat'er t'en joining yer useless campaign. But we aint kinslayers like yer predecesors were."

Krarrak 'Werdon' Ireheart would read this and think "Wot? Didn't yer kind attack us? And now ye asking us to aid you in war?" Would grab his pipe and would clean it

Agnarum needs nation status come on so close...

Thumril would watch from distance and smile upon the Grandaxes "Oi always loiked t'e Grandaxes, and oi always respected ye Fimlin. He would then turn around and walk the other direction as he had other business to attend. Narvak oz da Dwedmar Narvak oz Agnarum

"Oi once troid to unite t'e dwed under 1 banner but we now 'ave mo dwed settlements. Oi will follow yer Fili, yer t'e leader our race needs. Oi 'ear ye were king before in t'e Kingdom of Urguan long toime ago. Oi t'ink it's toime for you to become t'e king again and unite t'e dwed and become stronk agien. Thumril would enter the dessert in finding his old gear that he once buried. Narvak oz Bogrin, Narvak oz Urguan!

Thumril would wake up from his agony in the cave and realise he still not finished cutting his left arm with his broken sword "Oi feckin 'ell oi still not finis'ed wit' t'is. And Edel oim glad ye realise t'e corruption." Would grab his broken dull sword and would search a nearby stick "Ye s'old 'ave listened in t'e first place but no... oi 'op ye like yer new bear, fockin mansucker." Would see a small twig and he would try reaching it "Faked dead couple of toimes, ye got even fuked by 'amnil in duel. And 'ere you still stand, oi won't follow a dwed t'at can be a possible spawn of K'orrvad." Would place the twig between his teeth and start stabbing his left arm that is stuck by a giant boulder Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz Bogrin Thumril would place his right hand on his chest and Roman salute Gimli

"Hahahaha, oi t'oug't me day could be worse. First 'umans s'aved t'e beard of Edel 'The Faker' "goldhand" , 'e even kneeled befo t'e emperor. Now oi 'ear Gold'ands get murdered by t'ose t'ey called brot'ers." Thumril would grap a broken blade and starts cutting his left arm that got stuck between a giant bolder "FUUU..."

"Oim on 'arcolds soide for t'is, 'e troid to make peace, but oi support 'im on 'avin revenge on blackreach since 'is daug'ter got scarred for loife. 'e didnt wis' for war wit' Curon." Wyn would then continue salling north.

"Oim gonna agree wit' t'is cuz Edel is a real pain in t'e ass, even Dungrimm send 'im back to Atlas 3th toime." Would chuckle while digging his hole.

Thumril would hear some news about Edel wanting to be king "Wot t'e fock? Ye s'old be cremated... Ye focking died by 'anil and 'ere you stand, wanting to be a focking king oi rat'er vote for t'e Gold'and t'en voting for yer." He would then change his pants and grab a helmet to dig a hole in the forrest. "Now oi made meself a small 'ole w'ere oi can be at rest."

Yis Stronk.

Thumril would read the paper from his lil cave."Well Fimlin yer roig't, we 'ave been bloind. Oi agree t'at our nation is crumbled into somet'in disgracefull. But oi cannae tell if t'is speec' can solve any matter at all. T'e wounds a'e still open. It will take years till t'ey a'e fully 'ealed. Ye 'ave me respect for yer courage, oi dunt t'ink anyone else would do t'e saem. If Urguan c'ose yer as king oi would glad to follow yer!"would say this while cleaning his pipe.

MC Name: FloppetLappeting RP Name: Thumril 'the hammer' Metalfist Timezone (EST, GMT, etc.): GMT +1 Discord: D3F4LT#4284 What are your reasons for joining the legion?: fought a couple of wars when i was part of the confederation. Why not fighting for Ord.  

Thumril would smile hearing his son taking over the Steelhearts since Norkai has passed to Dungrimms halls:"Oim proud of yer me son, yer a true Steel'eart and you earned me respect. Norkai was me fat'a and it seems fate chose yer as t'e new patriarc' of t'e Steel'earts. Oi will gladly wait to reunite wit' me son!" he would grab his pipe and would hum the confederations theme song.

Navrak oz Urguan, Navrak oz Ord, Heil Gimler

Thumril would immediatly leave the confederation:"**** t'is, Navrak oz Urguan!"he grabs his pipe from his pocket and lightens up a cactus green. "goo shoite."

Thumril would grab the feather and signs the pact smiling: may t'e dweds fig't along men once mo.

would read the letter and laugh"Oi knew Charles could dew it 'e 'as Urguan on 'is soide."Would grab his pipe"Now onle' restorin Urguan and C'arles would be a great kin."

Thumril laughs as he smokes his pipe: may Urguan smile and bless yer if yer succeed, Navrak oz Urguan.

Thumril grabs his pipe and smiles: I dunt understand yer vision of creating yer Kingdom of 400 dweds t'at ain't a Kingdom to me me place started as a 'ideout and grew into a strong'old, but we moved on and dig too deep now we a'e surrounded by darkness and greed...oi suggest ye to start small befo' call in yerself a Kingdom ye can get too muc' attention and end up being wiped out in yer first mont' of possible wealt'.He would then leave back to Azgaryum where he would join his brothers.

Thumril would grab the note and would read it. After he reads about the dead of madeline Applefoot he would enlighten his pipe and would mumble."yer didnt deserve t'is, oi will make t'is roig't so t'at t'ey wont 'ave to suffer anymo."

Thumril would be smoking his pipe as he would read the hafling post without knowing that he was the one that brutally ripped the head of the hafling with his bare hands."o' well t'ose 'aflings su'e a'e a bunc' of flower powers 'ippies t'at dont know 'ow to s'ow power. Yemmekar c'ose t'em for w'at? Being a bunc' of cowards not foig'tin to protect t'eir place or because it was a good deed to protec t'em in return for food?" Would smile as he would throw the letter in the fire.