THe Speech of Bori at Orilith

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My brothers- my bold brothers. My brave brothers. Stout in heart and stone- sons

of Robblerock. Sons of Baulshek. Lend me your ear.

 

Our brothers to the south have forsaken their bonds. Forsaken their heritage. Forsaken us. Even now, they seek to make claim on lands we have refrained from claiming as a token of friendship- yet that friendship was broken- betrayed when they stepped on our lands. Killed our fathers. Killed our sons. And still they thirst to kill again! 

 

March with me- March towards Orilath. Stop their advance to our homes. Stop their March. To me great dwarves- great riders of wolf. To me, as we spill our blood to preserve the blood of our sons, and the sons of our sons. Let on this day be known that the  sons of Baulshek are not so easily swayed. Let it be known when the dust is cleared...

 

That we were the mountain, and we will not be moved.

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