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"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.

"Oren tends to see t'emselves as an empire yet is a mere shadow of w'at an empire used to be: have the majorite' of umres in under your command, nae one forth." Thumbrindal Grandaxe proclaimed pining the message on the notice board in Urguan. "Haense 'as more common sense t'en t'e mad Emperor w'o declared war after a succesfull coup, I pity the lost sheep that follow the sick sheperd!"

Wynsehn would read the letter as he puts it aside"seems loike Renatians a'e back... hope t'ey dont betray loike t'ey betrayed me granpa t'at served in Ostmark"

Wynsehn grabbed his hunting knife as he started scalping the Orenians he killed, collecting their 'wigs' as trophy

Thumbrindal doesn't know what warcrimes are as they are not existant in this fantasy realm. he believes that a convention needs to be held to invent 'warcrimes' before making claims on how Jorvin accidentally killed the orc babies.

"it starts wit' 2 Orenians an' ends wit' Orenian citizens writing t'eir problems wit' Oren..."

"Its aboot t'e friends we made along t'e wae"

Thumbrindal looked at Ulfar through the cells as he'd ask the guard to borrow him, times international unrest made him force the Starbreaker to repair his clan's armors, sharpen the axe-heads, and repaint the shields. He himself would head towards his close relatives better known as Metalfists as he opened the gate by force with aid of his fellow Grandaxes, upon entering Thumbrindal would grab his golem limb once more that once was given to his nephew."sorre' Gimleh', Dain... dute' calls an' oi will need it mo' t'en ye will eve' will."he'd say as he would leave as soon as he came. Grandaxe banners would be hung outside their clan!

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