A dwarf giving a sermon.....?
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Once again, Krig has been seen preaching of coming death and destruction, that which only a war can bring. As before, he preaches of joining together in the name of Tempus will be their only hope. This time though, he talks of combined forces of goblins, orcs and giants who also praise Tempus. He is adamant that only by out singing and out praising the army that beacons on the horizon, will there be a chance of victory. While preaching, Krig is seen frequently grabbing his head in both hands and muttering to himself often. Though not many seem too concerned about his foretelling, he remains strong in the fact that what he preaches will indeed happen. He has offered to teach any who are interested in saving the region the songs and hymns of praise to Tempus while in battle.
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Samus Swift listens to the sermon politely but frowns slightly
After the dwarf steps down off the proverbial soapbox, Samus mutters to himself and decides to take a walk around Jiyyd.
"Does no good frightening poor citizens like that. Spreading fear will only cause more unrest."
shakes his head sadly and utters a small prayer to Mielikki
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- Foilir looks at Krig with his dented brass ale mug. *
<d>is we having regular war parties? Cus me is goin teh needs more ale shipped teh dis weeee town frumma me office if dis deh case… ooh who we fightin agin?
Drinks his ale and eyes flash at the thought of combat</d>
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Again, Krig was seen in Jiyyd preaching of the coming war. Though there seemed to be many doubters, Krig continued to preach of singing praises to Tempus while in battle. He explained that he is not trying to convert anyone to Tempus, but that by singing to Tempus in the midst of the fighting will be the only way to win the war. He left after having a brief chat with Raryaldor and another elf he did not know, but who was at least interested in his words.
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Tiggles can be seen petting her badger and talking to it.
"kay Whimseys, you needs be hero 'gain. All gots do is you go bites toe and shins and stuffs, and me throw rocks at eyes. Then when can't see we push over and squish it good.."
"gonna take lots squishing to gets giant squished, but with lots candy Tiggles not get tired."
(at least one point in an attack, if Tiggles is there, she will yell "Go for the eyes Whimseys! Go for the eyes!"… because we all know she would make the best little Minsc clone)
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- Foilir looks around thinking about what he has to do to prepare for war. Quickly he pours his ale from the glass bottle into a brass mug. Raising his armored ale he shouts to Krig.*
<d>Me anna me ale is ready!</d>
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Elor listens to Krig's sermon, and the reactions of the bystanders with a certain sadness, shaking his head and muttering about "the destroyers". Whether this refers to whoever Krig wishes to fight, or Krig and his followers themselves.
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Mirkali hearing the sermon, chuckling lightly
Most interesting… most interesting indeed... best not be rushed though... last time someone thought they heard Tempus, he went on a killing spree across Narfell, and worked with a vampiric necromancer of sorts...
Mirkali idly rolls the glowing staff of his on his hand, somehow it keeps perfect balance as he speaks
If I might put in my two gold, I'd suggest a more cautious defensive front, a build up an arms, training the citizens who don't go out adventuring in the basics of defense, and a devisement of strategies and traps…
For at this rate, even if we stay on the defensive, the war will be instigated by those going to attack anyway.
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tala doesn't look suprised at Belade and walks off muttering about being at war with the gnolls alread
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Belade doesn't seem to like it when Tempus is mentioned, but she is preparing for war too, and she urges everyone she knows to do so too.
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Teris listens to Krigs words with a slight smile
If you say there is war, then there shall be war. I shall double my training in preperation. Tempus guide us.
With that he walks out of Jiyyd and heads to the plains, muttering something about dragons and getting new armor.
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Amith is seen more often by the well, sharpening her axe.
"He call, I answer. Battle shall be fought, and the strong shall win."
