Quote:“The Dwarven ‘King’ has drawn his blade against the sacred blood of the sky.”

“They have hunted our kin as trophies, and have slain our dragons. No doubt they would chain our young, and tear our wings from our backs if given the chance to do so. They call it dominion, and strength.”

“We call it sacrilege.”

“Let it be known across the realm of Meranthe, the mercy of Pyrithian ends this night. Crownforge will answer for every scale bled crimson, every torn off wing, and echo of agony that has reached our skies. The dwarf-king, Daggar, the Dragon murderer - will fall. And the city upon the mountains where Vdalion once stood and held our ancestors, will be ours.”

“Mitsumo S. Irontail, of The Ruby Empire, seeks to buy Crownforge from Daggar’s trembling hand. They believe that they have a right to claim that which is owed to us. After all of our sacrifices and what has been taken.”

“Let it be written in flame: should the Ruby banners rise above Crownforge’s walls, then our war will turn upon them. Pyrithian’s vengeance will not be bargained, nor bought. No empire shall profit from dragon blood. No foreign throne will rule over the bones of our kin.”

“We declare this war. Crownforge shall fall. Daggar shall die. And the sky itself shall remember Pyrithian’s name.”

Chained armaments fly from the ancient dwarven holds, shattering air as they whistle upwards towards the draconic horde.
Resonant flames hardly melt the snowed entrances before they are met with cold dwarven iron.
With them, carry a tablet of stone, smacked upon the face of the lowest flying drakan.

Quote:"Yer slit-eyed sulfur-stinkin' snake-bellied limp-tailed overgrown newts, get yer scales outa yer slit-eyes and read this well:

Yer worthless ilk ain't worth the metal 'ta chain.

We dwarves slaved under yon' skinks,

'tis be m'Liege Daggar Crownforge that saved we from under yer damned rule

Ta think there'd be more out the caves...

Maybe I hopes ye'll be different, but nae;

Death 'n destruction be all the good yer kind is able -

'N all that ye prove ta be able.

Least yer dull scales make fer good armor. That much I'll give."

An armored dwarf looks up from the mountain entrance, visible for them all to see, holding behind him the Standard of the Crownforge.

Quote:All of the Dragons that have been surrounding the snow covered mountains of Meranthe seem to have turned around, to head back toward the isle of Pyrithian. The Pyrithian Legion packs up their camps where they had been preparing for war, and heads back down the mountain and across seas back to their home. While the reason for it remains unverified, its clear an understanding has come to pass. 

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Pyrithian no longer declares war.