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There is a great war on our hands, one that is not fought with weapons of this mortal realm. But rather it is one of the mind. The mind in and of itself cannot be directly controlled, only through consequences to the body do most choose to repress it. It is vital, to both the truth, and the health of ourselves to ensure that all manner of ideas are discussed and dealt with. Our time here is not forever, our bodies are not immortal, but our minds, our thoughts, our words, can live on for generations. Suppression is not the key.

@Telanir, as much as I may dislike other groups, peoples, organizations, and the like. We all have choices to make, we all have the opportunity to act. And by banning those you deem to be breaking your rules, you are discouraging ideas and civil discussion. I agree with what you are trying to do, removing toxicity, public arguments, and other distasteful subects. But an ideal thing to do would be encouraging civil discussions, and to encourage this, you could simply have warnings handed out for those who begin to argue irrationally and disruptively. I do not desire to see this server become a large safe space, all those ever do is feed the community with milk, making everyone a little weaker. A strong community should consist of those who disagree and can have a discussion with an opponent, albeit respectively. Thank you!

Balrog the second just laughs, knowing full well that Hekkaes himself was once a criminal of the kingdom. “Ye ‘ave betrayed the dwarves ‘ow maneh times now? Once again, ye’ prove te us all.. t’at ye’ wis’ fer power, and not’in else. Ye’ greedy Goldhand.... Mynebor will rise again. Starts to laugh heartily as his followers begin preparation for the next four Mynebors.

-={=+=}=- The Wronged: Karathor and the Steelforged Clan The Assailant: Kazrin Starbreaker, Drummiir Frostbeard, Hekkaes Goldhand, Baldin Frostbeard, Borin Grandaxe, and Garrond Frostbeard. The Wrong: The immediate attack on Karathor from Hekkaes as he went to defend a dwedki that was crying out, the forced amputation of Karathor’s right hand, baseless accusations of heresy, accusations of worshiping Khorvad, dishonor to the Steelforged clan, blatant racism from the mountain dwarves, and punishment without trial before the Brathmordakin. Terms of Settlement: The death and the head of every assailant aforementioned. -={=+=}=- (OOC) Since the amount of time between the removal of Karathors hand was well over 30 minutes before his execution, all information gathered was legal and valid.

“**** the king. We’ don’t need one!” Karathor says angrily.

Yep, he made the classic skin for the King of Mynebor. Not a scratch on this mans work.

Why, just why?! # is what I use to call people... / is used for commands. I wholesomely disagree with changing it.

An old dwarf in Renatian armor salutes before turning away from the lifeless body.

Karathor simply nods, a grim smile crossing his weary face.

That is rather impressive. Looks good.

Tythus LTD. Tythus LTD.

As do I.

That was a Schematica thing, there is no official printer for Litematica last I checked.

Balrog didn't bleed out because Urguan forgot to sharpen their arrows.

Balrog shakes his head, thinking that Urguan has terrible aim and bad quality arrows due to still being alive.

Balrog Ironkiln II awakes among the dead bodies of his men, mercenaries and Urguanites, six arrows piecing his body, leaning up, he carefully breaks off the arrows shafts and binds them with the Urguanite banners found among the dead. After seeing a pile of old letters and newspapers, he looks at the most recent and roars in anger ”T’IS E’S A FOCKIN’ LOI! DO A’ LOOK DEAD URGUAN!” He yelled into the great cavern that is Mynebor before falling back from the pain.

Balrog thinks, ”So t’e person callin’ t’e kinslayers kinslayers, is actually te’ kinslayer ‘imself?” He scratches his beard and wonders where the true dwarves are.

@ScreamingDingo Yes, I do. Thank you. Is there a time however?

Oh that’s funny, looks like I’m going to be the last one standing here...

Amazing. Perfect. ((OOC))

Balrog Ironkiln II sighs sadly as he reads the ultimatum before writing a letter for King Fimlin. [!] The letter would read. ”War, war never changes. I forgave you for the execution of my father, but I will never forget it. I did not seek for war, nor do I wish for it now. You would tear down all of my fathers work as well as my own because of what? A quiet city up in the mountains? I cannot accept your terms. I would gladly give my life if you were to let my people live in peace. They have done no wrong. And as far as these claims of Khorvad worship here, I have renounced my loyalty to him. I would gladly accept judgment for my sins against the Brathmordakin if it would remove this impasse between you and I, but I will not give up this city and my people. I wish to follow Belka like my father did until he was turned away. But I digress, as it stands, I cannot do as you wish. For a king is a servant of the people above all else, and my people will not be abandoned. I now see the mistakes of my father, and I wish for them to be forgiven. But these terms are too much for even I.” Balrog would set his quill to the side after reading what he wrote, taking his seal, he would stamp the letter shut and send it away to Urguan, hopefully into the hands of Fimlin.