Elite Snipes

Bakir Ireheart watches from afar going to chuckle “If both sides did less talking and more fighting this war in the west would be more entertaining”

Please make the map smaller and give the dwarves a mountain with a fjord.

Bakir Ireheart drinks some dwarven mead as he watches history repeat itself “I have a strange feeling of nostalgia, once more the elves might be the downfall of the orcs.”

Bakir smiled as he heard the Paladins reclaim their home "Leave none alive. The servants of Azdromoth will soon fear the retribution of the dwarves, this is the first step."

Bakir Ireheart raised his glass to toast to the great Haense king. He'd take a drink before muttering these words "I once asked you, do you wish to control your death, and do you wish for a peaceful or glorious one? Perhaps you have gotten both. It saddens me we will not meet in Kaz'a'dentrumm, but I smile as I know your name will live on."

Dwarves or humans? What’s better

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Bakir Ireheart chuckled as the coward Hun-Din passed from this realm "Shame, I wanted his head." He'd then go back to governing the glorious Kingdom of Urguan. @Willstertheking2

Grand King, Bakir Ireheart laid back in one of the clinics beds as he recovered from the battle from his rival. His wounds still burning from the Azhl poisoning. He’d close his eyes and remembered the rage he felt as he saw his kin get killed before his eyes. But after remembering the fight, he also remembers the feeling the absence of fear and pain, Yemekar truly blessed him, and he was the hand of Yemekars justice that day.

Bakir Ireheart starts preparing himself to outdrink all the other dwarves, determined to make Kjell proud.

THE PEACE OF EASTFLEET _____ AGREED ON THIS 10TH DAY OF SNOW’S MAIDEN OF THE 72ND YEAR OF THE 2ND AGE BETWEEN THE GRAND KINGDOM OF URGUAN, THE KONGZEM OF HANSETI-RUSKA, THE HOLY ORENIAN EMPIRE, THE FERRYMAN BAND, THE KINGDOM OF NORLAND, THE VALE OF NEVAEHLEN, THE REXDOM OF KRUGMAR, AND THE PRINCIPALITY OF SAVOY This war has been long. Since the Clan Ireheart first clashed with the men of Oren, this bitter war has blazed into a titanic three-phase campaign`between the nations of the world, the likes of which had not been seen in generations, that has left countless dead on the battlefields of Lower Petra, buried thousands beneath the rubble of Haverlock, and dyed the sea crimson at Eastfleet. It is after these campaigns that these nations of Almaris finally agree to lay down their weapons, and agree to these terms of peace. I: The Tripartite Coalition, and all signatories shall remain at peace with the Holy Orenian Empire for a decade following the signing of this treaty. II: The Holy Orenian Empire hereby admits to the defeat and failure of their forces in its offensive against the Waystone Territories. III: The Holy Orenian Empire will cede the lands known as the West Waters (Tile 66) to the Grand Kingdom of Urguan and will agree not to occupy any land south of the Northern Green Mountains (Tile 84). IV: The Holy Orenian Empire will finance the purchase of the lands known as the Deep Plains (Tile 72) for the Grand Kingdom of Urguan. V: The Holy Orenian Empire and the Grand Kingdom of Urguan agree to refrain from attempting to conquer or bring ruin to the lands of the Waystone Territory (Tile 88) and Lower Petra (Tile 91), respectively, in the event of war. VI: The Holy Orenian Empire and its vassals do swear not to engage or involve themselves with the internal politics of any of the Tripartite members, likewise the members of the Tripartite shall not engage themselves with The Holy Orenian Empire's internal affairs. VII: The Holy Orenian Empire will recognize the Kingdom of Norland’s sovereignty under King Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric. VIII: The Holy Orenian Empire will pay the Ferrymen a sum of 7,000 minae. IX: The Holy Orenian Empire will pay the Rexdom of Krugmar 20 stacks of leather. X: The Holy Orenian Empire affirms recognition of all titles of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska in perpetuity and vows never to entertain, support, or tolerate another claimant within their nation. XI: The Holy Orenian Empire will divide Upper Grenz (Tile 95) with the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. XII: The Holy Orenian Empire will recognize the sovereignty of the regnant couple Renata and Remus Ashford as the sole rulers to the throne of Savoy, and that no other claimant but their rightful children and descendants may claim this throne. XIII: The Holy Orenian Empire will provide the Principality of Savoy with a city blueprint designed by Prince Frederick Charles. XIV: The signatories agree to uphold these terms with honour, and collectively bring justice to any party who seeks to violate them. IV JOVEO MAAN His Royal Majesty SIGISMUND III by the Grace of Godan, King of Hanseti and Ruska, Grand Hetman of the Army, Prince of Bihar, Dules, Lahy, Muldav, Solvesborg, Slesvik and Ulgaard, Duke of Carnatia and Vanaheim, Margrave of Korstadt, Rothswald and Vasiland, Count of Alban, Alimar, Baranya, Graiswald, Karikhov, Karovia, Kaunas, Kavat, Kovachgrad, Kvasz, Markev, Nenzing, Torun, and Toruv, Viscount of Varna, Baron of Esenstadt, Kraken’s Watch, Kralta, Krepost, Lorentz, Rytsburg, Thurant, Venzia and Astfield, Lord of the Westfolk, Fidei Defensor, Protector of the Highlanders, etcetera. Grand King of Urguan and Bane of the Orcs, Bane of Philip III Banjo, The Captain of the Ferrymen, Savior of the Common and Free People, Pillager of Elvenesse, Liberator of Man, The Bringer of Equality, Capturer of the Bastion, Defeater of Racism, Debearder of Grand Kings, Sailor of the Seas, 2x Mr. Almaris, Emperor of the Roads, Lord of Shipwreck Keep, Occupier of New Providence, 40 Star General, The Greater Lobster Fisherman, Premortem Saint of Epic Ballads, Protector of the Farfolk His Majesty, Ragnvald Eiriksson Ruric, King of Norland, High Chieftain of the Rurikkid, Duke of Varhelm and Alisgrad Matriarch of the Vale of Nevaehlen, His Serene Highness, Renata Adelina Ashford de Savoie, Princess of Savoy, Duchess of Corazon, Countess of San Luciano and Sarissa, Baroness of Brynnrose, etcetera. Rex of the Horde, AD DEI GLORIAM, HIS IMPERIAL MAJESTY, PHILIP III, Holy Orenian Emperor, forever August, King of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duke of Ves, Duke of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock and Lorraine, Baron of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera HER IMPERIAL MAJESTY, ANASTASIA I, Holy Orenian Empress, forever August, Queen of Renatus, Curon, Kaedrin, Salvus, and Seventis, Grand Duchess of Ves, Duchess of Helena, Novellen, Furnestock, Adria, and Lorraine, Baroness of Renzfeld, Protector of the Heartlanders, Orenian Highlanders, and Farfolk, etcetera

Bakir Ireheart watched from afar as the show began, leaning back in his chair he’d chug down a dire wolf vodka smiling as he did so “So it begins”

Should definitely come by and hang around the dwarves, we have a lot of guilds you can join with some very interesting RP I think you’d like!

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Bakir wiped his blade of Orenian blood, going to chuckle as he saw the Orenian Emperor get dragged back to the Ferrymen keep in chains "Another folly for Philip III, it like a cycle.

An artists depiction of an celebration taking place by the tripartite alliance. A GREAT FEAST As the Tripartite army withdrew from the battlefield and returned to their war camp, many small feasts and celebrations of their victory rang out across the various territories of the alliance, mead was poured, meat was cooked and wine was drunk. But as Bakir sat in the great dwarven halls of Kal’Darakaan he would find these celebrations not worthy of the warriors who fell during the battle, not honoring those who were victims to the crimes of Philip III, and not great enough to be remembered in history. So Bakir brought forth a dwarven scribe and issued summons to each signatory in the Tripartite alliance for a Great Feast in the halls of Kal'Darakaan, where food would overflow and your cup would not go empty. So word spread around the entirety of Almaris, and individual letters would be sent to each of the signatories of the Tripartite Alliance. The Kingdom of Haense and to Sigismund III The Ferrymen Band The Vale of Nevaehlen and to Mirven Caerme’onn The Kingdom of Savoy and to Ser Lucien To the Kingdom of Krugmar and to Rex Ar-Borok’Akaal To the Kingdom of Norland

As word spread of Duncan’s death, it would reach Bakir via one of his kinsmen “At last the man who started this entire war is dead, our grudge has ended. But this war is still not over.”

THE FOLLY OF PHILIP III The sun rose above the Urguan mountains, where radiantly warm rays of sun shone upon the ranks of the tripartite army. A mass of Tripartite warriors nearing the twenty thousand mark assembled by the front gates of the newly built Grudgefort, preparing for the battle against the Orenian invaders to come. Noon struck, and a domineering horn sounded as the commanders of the Tripartite alliance stepped in front of their forces to lead them to an assured triumph. Led by Durorn Ireheart, Bakir Ireheart and Grigori Vyronov, the army of the alliance marched forth, clattering swords to shields and resonant boots to the gravel of the warzone, off to meet the Orenian force. The sun of the eve reflected off the armor of the Imperial State Army, their ranks vastly outnumbered by the tripartite forces. Yet, as the general saw the opposing army advance, he sounded that his Orenian fodder marched in adversary, both armies clashing between the nearby boats of the fleet and mountain range of the East. As they advanced each other, Durorn ordered several volleys of arrows to be let loose onto Philip III’s army before breathing into the war horn once more, sallying a charge towards Orens forces. A deafening sound of war cries was heard from the charging army of the tripartite, slamming into the unexpecting ranks of the ISA. For a while the fighting was even as each army clashed, filling the air with the sounds of axes hitting shields and swords crashing against armor. After a while the ISA grew weary and began to grow fatigued, the men of Blackvale attempted to reinforce the frontlines of the ISA, but there was no chance of turning the battle back around. The ranks of the dwarves, humans and orcs quickly cut through Blackvales reinforcements whilst the Ferrymen slew those cowardly enough to flee. Orenian bodies littered the ground along eastfleet all the way to Southbridge, their blood soaking into the sea, making the water look like pure Haenseti wine. As the remaining alliance army returned to their camp inside the great grudgefort and prepared for a great feast, all the world knew the folly of Philip III and they will know that– We are coming for you.

Pretty sure this picture represents the entire British community

Ryno (even after his color change)