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Tharkun nods in approval as he prepared liver and herb pâté on toast snacks for upcomming feast.

"Yer welcome sonneh"

"Lets goooooo"cheered Tharkun Ulfarsson Starbreaker!

Tharkun would read the letter as he then threw it in the furnace "wiff a triple bounder cannon we will maek short work of woteve' t'eir curiositeh woke up in swamp-ass territoreh" He'd say in complaint. He ordered his servus golem to pour him another ale as he rested in Gotrek Union.

Ciri how many dwarves applications were among the denied and run command again

Tharkun Ulfarsson Starbreaker plants his steel sword into the muddy earth, from the allies encampment his eyes scanned the distant smoke rising from the battered enemy castle. His gaze bears the weight of thought. "they are outmatched... yet remain defiant to the end..." he mutters, brow furrowed beneath his netherite helm. He wonders aloud "Is this Yemekar's balance... or vengeance unchecked?"

Nagorain Emberhorn sends the classic Red Urguan workers party manifesto to these workers, in hopes Skippy Ironguts dream may yet come true elsewhere.

Nagorain Emberhorn marked her name in Grand King Ulfar's long list. Knowing no one escapes his wrath.

“7th of The Grand Harvest, 226 S.A. Grand King Ulfar Starbreaker, King of the Fortress-state of Kal’Kladian, rallied alongside the Holy League to annex Cordelie Winewoods from the Petran foes. The Holy League sought to use their region to create a wider gap for resupplying the troops. However, the Horenic Covenant attempted to intercept the Holy League and in post-haste constructed rusty fortifications in hopes to stall as long as they could. Our superior numbers and our experienced warriors faced an ill-equipped foe. For most of us were all mounted and had a great surprise for them… We had chosen the place and the time… those of the Horenic Covenant confident in their vanity, didn’t even seek to maneuver themselves into a more favorable position. They attacked in a classical formation, like a group of headless chickens… towards the closing jaws of a hungry fox. Their vanity would drive them to their deaths! We’d maintained some distance while they tired themselves out, and then we counter-attacked! The steeds of the Holy League were massive beasts. Trained to stomp on our enemies, and stomping they did! Our combined armies of pyked heavy infantry that dismounted their weak cavalry followed by a charge of ours broke their lines… their retreat was imminent. They held themselves within their rusty palisade they call a fort, and we were obliged to set foot on the ground to dislodge them. We had to fight for the entirety of the day, but it was a one-sided battle, for every dead of ours, 16 of theirs fell to our combined arms. Before days end the last Horenic foe became a carcass for the vultures to feast on and the field became once again silent. A victory for the Holy League, a Victory for Grand Kingdom of Urguan.” Written by Nagorain Hodfairsson II of clan Emberhorn, Royal Admiral of the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, Friend of Gabhar Rams, Thane of Nogrod, Master Architect, Steamship Engineer

Admiral Nagorain Emberhorn wonders which evil dwarf impersonates the Frostbeards by having their clan drakaar parked WITHOUT PAYING TAX to the nation basiclly squatting rent free in a dwarven tax nation. How evil our government is.

Nagorain Emberhorn had a discordian vision of Sigrun being stuck on the Moon.

Nagorain Emberhorn read the news as he nodded approvingly"Yemekar's balance!"

Nagorain Emberhorn dressed up in war attire as he headed for the capital of Urguan!

Didnt read all that.

The best Lord Justicar the Dwarves could wish for! The best Irongut his clan could wish for and a friend to many within as outside the dwarven community. May he live further in our memories for who he was, a dwarf with a big heart for justice! Narvok Oz George!

[!] A Public Letter would be posted for everyone in Urguan to read: "I Thumbrindal, Clan lord of clan Grandaxe, abdicate my position as leader of the clan. The injuries I sustained, including the loss of my golem limb - has made me unfit to lead. I retire to lick my wounds and acquire a replacement for my missing arm. In my absence Alara Grandaxe, daughter of Bjorn Grandaxe will continue with the trials of the clan members that still require such. Upon completion of these trials, a new Clan Father is to be elected either by majority or by lack of any nominations. My return is unspecified, but assured that I will return!" "NARVOK OZ KATHAIKAZ! NARVOK OZ URGUAN!" Signed Thumbrindal Grandaxe Theyn of Metalfists The Hammer of Azgaryum

Nagorain reads the missive and dismisses the document when the word prophet of Khorvad was mentioned, discarding it to his nearest trashbin. Carrying on with his day making trinkets for Armakak!

Nagorain would 'Aru!' in his dwelling upon reading his legion monthly paper.

-= Hefrumm =- "Deep in the woods where shadows weave, The forest dwarves their dreams conceive. They carved their halls from oak n' stone, Their hearts with power’s seed were sown. “A bough of gold, a gem of green, This forest yields a wealth unseen!” So spoke the chieftain, eyes alight, Consumed by greed’s unyielding blight. “Fell trees, strip vines, the land lay bare! No glade too sacred, none to spare! Let roots be torn n' rivers tamed, For power alone shall keep us famed!” The axes rang through vale n' verdure, While whispers stirred beyond their murder. A voice arose from groves unknown, Where ancient spirits guard their throne. “Beware, O kin, the price you claim, For greed shall set your souls aflame. No crown of bark nor gilded hand Can tame the wrath of forest’s land.” But dwarves, with pride, ignored the plea, And felled the woods from tree to tree. Till one by one, the leaves turned black, And roots rose up to claw them back. The first to fall, the chieftain proud, Whose greed became his leafy shroud. The crown he wore of woven vine, Turned sharp n' pierced, a cursed design. The axemen cried, yet found no path, For woods had grown to hem their wrath. They swung their blades, yet all in vain, Bound evermore in roots' domain. And thus, my kin, this tale retells, How dwarves, once free, to curses fell. For power sought what none could keep, And greed awoke the forest’s sleep. So when you tread through shaded halls, And hear the groaning timber’s calls, Remember well what greed has wrought, And cherish all the forest sought." To My Kin of Urguan and My Fellow Forest Dwarves, When I returned to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, I did so as a sinner. My former clan lord, Hodfair III Emberhorn, betrayed our clan and committed countless sins, even winning the favor of Khorvad himself. In my anger and despair, I took his life—my own brother and clan lord. But my actions, though born of justice in my heart, were not mine to take. It is the clergy’s duty to judge sinners, not mine. Because of this, my clan chose exile, leaving the Kingdom behind. When I returned, I confessed my sins as a forest dwarf to the clergy and stood trial before the council of Urguan. There, I faced the King’s Justice. He had every right to kill me or cast me back into exile. Yet he chose mercy, sparing my life and offering me the chance to atone for my wrongs. Now, I dedicate myself to redemption, to repay the grace I was shown and to rebuild the bonds I broke. May my actions speak louder than my words as I strive to earn back the trust of my kin and my Kingdom. My contribution to the Kingdom was the fleet I procured for the dwarven navy and my commitment to building a port capable of housing an Armada. For this, I was honored with the position of Admiral of the Crown. When news of Hefrumm's state reached me, I felt a deep sorrow, for the village I once knew no longer reflected the ideals of our forebears. Under my brother, Ordvair Emberhorn, the sixth High Chief of Hefrumm, we lived simpler lives, guided by the wisdom of staying apart from the chaos of politics. That way of life has been replaced by a lust for power and privilege. Hefrumm grew bloated with authority, receiving rights and exemptions that distanced it from the Grand Kingdom, acting as if it were a separate entity—a separate nation. My kin, we must remember that we are the descendants of the Elder Clan of Treebeard, the son of Urguan Silverbeard himself. What right do we have to claim more than any citizen of Urguan, our shared homeland? I no longer recognized Hefrumm for what it once was. It fell into decay, not just in stone but in spirit. When the Grand King sought my counsel on the matter, I spoke plainly: "Let it be disbanded." Yes, it was I, a fellow Forest Dwarf, who hammered the last nail into the coffin of Hefrumm—not the Grand King you so often curse. I no longer saw Hefrumm as a village of kin, but as an obstacle to the unity of the Kingdom. There can be no Hefrumm unless it is rebuilt on the foundation of Urguan Silverbeard, the father of us all. Only then can it truly reflect the spirit of its people and honor our shared legacy. Signed Nagorain Emberhorn Admiral of Urguan Theyn of Clan Emberhorn Lord of Nogrod

Nagorain uses the map to navigate the steamships towards the location to tactically encircle the ruins.