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Thumbrindal reads the missive before turning back to sharpening his hatchet that he'd need later on...

dont cry cuz its gone, smile because it happened. put them to rest.

Thumbrindal Grandaxe looks at his raven, confused. Thinking it is time to update his raven from going after the cookie scent based on his intrest for single females, maybe narrow it to single dwarf females in the future. 

Is cereal a soup? Why or why not?

Thumbrindal would sit among his beardlings and friends in his clan hall yet feels empty inside once the post was released"it pains me 'eart, but oi will still t'reat t'e Oire'earts as me kin, no matte' if t'ey no longe' in Urguan..."he'd say looking at his signature he felt shame somehow that he didn't manage to do better to benefit all in the end.

Thumbrindal chuckles as he hasn't paid tax yet since Atlas

Thumbrindal gasps after reading the newspaper, quickly closing the eyes of some beardlings present"neve' consider bathing wit' ot'e races... its a sin!!"he'd state, putting the paper aside as he walked out for his daily stroll

34 minutes ago, TwilightWolf said:

MC Name: CornerianArwing

Character Name: Merida

Discord: Twilight#0595

Timezone: EST

Welcome Merida, to the Grandaxe clan!
we welcome you with warmth into our clanhall and hope we can do your trials as fast as possible so that you can become a full blooded grandaxe!

"i am about to come"

Thumbrindal Grandaxe shakes in fear as his plans to take Du locs Gravel became further from his grasp!

Thumbrindal would smile as he would look from the remains of the fort over the new lands"t'ats t'e wae t'e cookie crumbles..."

Thumbrindal smiled at the news comming through the capital of dwed, he'd raise his cup of Grandaxe ale and toasted among others, celebrating yet another victory over the wig-wearing imperials!

"hartcolds are indeed known for being turncoats circa late Atlas!"Thumbrindal Grandaxe would state, who fought hartcolds decendants in the past.

Local Severian slaver smiles the sun smile as he readies his drakaars

Thumbrindal chuckles as he hears the news spread like wildfire" Oren succesfully defended t'eir gates but its nae victory to brag aboot lost half their army..."he'd say as he smiles"our lads gave them a good hammerin! With the next attack oi am sure they will lose as a phyhrric victory only lasts once..." 

Thumbrindal took his time to walk in the realm of Urguan as he'd find some random letters hang on a nearby post sign. He'd look onto it as he narrowed his eyes, "damn, must be a real active place... to 'ave such a long missive made wit' mane' positions t'at sound all an' t'e saem."He'd say with a chuckle as he left it on the post sign, continuing his journey, visiting neighboring vassals.

Wynsehn looked on the missive confused on what 'genocide' means in a world that never had a convention on possible war crimes. Seems more like a normal slaughter of some unfortunate people, yet again he would toss the letter into a bin and carry on with his day. 

Wynsehn Ò Dubhitean offers himself as a just lawyer for if the child feels abused by the imperial.

Wynsehn wonders, why they complain about being unprepared, while they attacked Urguan at night, taking the king hostage, while they were too unprepared.

Thumbrindal Grandaxe bids the dwarf farewell, as Heffrum lost another forest dwarf.

Thumbrindal smiles sun smile as he asks his squire for the breastplate stretcher, looking at his elders  with a smirk

Thumbrindal 'The Wise' Grandaxe looks over the missive as he shakes his head"Oi used to kill me own bret'ren durin war of t'e beards, durin Atlas w'en oi became a rebel in a hideout t'at sparked t'e new Grand Kingdom of Urguan, we foug't because we believed we could do bette', we foug't for a cause..."The Grandaxe let out a sigh"but oi will neve' sae t'at oi regret doin it, to protect me kin oi will dirte' me 'ands, condemn meself for me clan to survive. you mae turn yer back on Urguan, but ye also turned yer back on t'e dweds, for t'is ye mae neve' been forgiven... evere' nation 'as its flaw an' ye 'ave to learn to live wit' it or you won't 'ave a 'ome at all to return to... taek ca'e lad"The dwarf said as he smiled unto the beardlings gathered in his clan as he opened a book of 'Dwarven paragons part I'.

"look how the cookie crumbles" Thumbrindal said with a chuckle "your turn Oran(ge)!"

Thumbrindal salutes the Knight of Culture, raising his drinking horn in his name!

Thumbrindal scoffs at this truce as he'd look at his Grandaxes"Let it be known... t'at we a'e 'onest folk, t'at nae attack a cite' w'en t'e guards a'e sleepin... we will keep our word till Dwedmass is ove' t'en we end t'is pat'etic excuse of an empoire!"he'd say as he tosses the paper into the fire.