Oh treacherous unhonorful governor!
Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 11:46 pm
This is an open letter, for everyone to read about the deeds of oh so noble governor Stephen Rothman and his minions.
He hired a mercenary named Galthran to mix under those people attending to the mass for Irmorom that was about to take place in an attempt to use this gathering to gain control of the town.
But it did not work out as he planned and his men turned against him, he had to leave. The mercenary leader Galthran instead was a reasonable men and took his men and left Silverbrand.
At this point I thought the prayer could still take place, amongst dwarves only though and I ordered the gates to be shut.
I have seen many dwarves, faces I have not seen before, faces I haven't seen for long and they all heard my call. The call to praise Irmorom.
The call to stand together and remember that we are all dwarves.
We were about to get comfortable once more as the gate suddenly sprung open, Stephen Rothman and his goons Salathe, Liles, Arameh, Kevin and his son Grant standing in the gate.
Noble Rothman throw an explosive bomb in the middle of us dwarves and his men started to hack through our corpses, not giving any time to react.
Later on he backed this up with us dwarves not helping him against his own mercenaries and Galthran, he took revenge on him by attacking us who had nothing to do with it in the first place.
There were 2 warriors present on our side, and nobody else carried weapons for the ceremonies were about to begin, you governor have slain innocents.
There were dwarves not being citizens of Silberbrand and dwarves not being fighters at all, it didnt matter, you just destroyed them.
His own son cut me down unarmed in the temple of Irmorom, injustice which stinks to the high heavens and even upwards to the mountain of Irmorom!
This is not all, now you, noble Governor now want to enslave Silberbrand, call us weak, conquered, defeated.
You and your honorable knighthood members insulted all dwarfkind and our god.
You may have won this battle, but you will pay a price for disrupting our prayers and taunting our god I swear to Irmorom you will!
Yes, this is a threat.
I, Thurbert of Silverbrand shall not rest until all of you crawl beneath my feet and pray to Irmorom for your bare lives.
I, Thurbert of Silverbrand shall not rest until all of you admit that you can not test your strenght with a god and his servants.
I, Thurbert of Silverbrand shall not rest until all of you see that we dwarves are choosen by our god and that those trying to harm us shall be crushed and smiten by his powers!
He hired a mercenary named Galthran to mix under those people attending to the mass for Irmorom that was about to take place in an attempt to use this gathering to gain control of the town.
But it did not work out as he planned and his men turned against him, he had to leave. The mercenary leader Galthran instead was a reasonable men and took his men and left Silverbrand.
At this point I thought the prayer could still take place, amongst dwarves only though and I ordered the gates to be shut.
I have seen many dwarves, faces I have not seen before, faces I haven't seen for long and they all heard my call. The call to praise Irmorom.
The call to stand together and remember that we are all dwarves.
We were about to get comfortable once more as the gate suddenly sprung open, Stephen Rothman and his goons Salathe, Liles, Arameh, Kevin and his son Grant standing in the gate.
Noble Rothman throw an explosive bomb in the middle of us dwarves and his men started to hack through our corpses, not giving any time to react.
Later on he backed this up with us dwarves not helping him against his own mercenaries and Galthran, he took revenge on him by attacking us who had nothing to do with it in the first place.
There were 2 warriors present on our side, and nobody else carried weapons for the ceremonies were about to begin, you governor have slain innocents.
There were dwarves not being citizens of Silberbrand and dwarves not being fighters at all, it didnt matter, you just destroyed them.
His own son cut me down unarmed in the temple of Irmorom, injustice which stinks to the high heavens and even upwards to the mountain of Irmorom!
This is not all, now you, noble Governor now want to enslave Silberbrand, call us weak, conquered, defeated.
You and your honorable knighthood members insulted all dwarfkind and our god.
You may have won this battle, but you will pay a price for disrupting our prayers and taunting our god I swear to Irmorom you will!
Yes, this is a threat.
I, Thurbert of Silverbrand shall not rest until all of you crawl beneath my feet and pray to Irmorom for your bare lives.
I, Thurbert of Silverbrand shall not rest until all of you admit that you can not test your strenght with a god and his servants.
I, Thurbert of Silverbrand shall not rest until all of you see that we dwarves are choosen by our god and that those trying to harm us shall be crushed and smiten by his powers!