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[A trifecta of scrolls, equal in quality of parchment, would be nailed in close proximity to each other.]
[This is but one of the three.]
[The scroll was written in jagged and frankly rushed scribbles, even keeping a heavy Denur accent.]
Weh be teh Bonemaims! Teh meanest, leanest, roughest, toughest, an’ bestest o’ Warriors!
Weh ‘ave returned tae Eden after travelin’ tae distant lands, slayin’ a great number o’ beasts, tae bring back tae teh Denur teh one ting et needs! A SPINE! Teh rest o’ teh ancestral Denur clans’ll tell ye tae go soft, tae think or ‘ammer yer way tae bein’ plump wastes o’ what ye were meant tae be! They be Wyrms, Rust Buckets, PRISSY PANSIES TEH LOT O’ ‘EM! If ye know teh true way forward, tae strength an’ glory, ye will know thon yer place be beside us!
Back in teh worst o’ winters, Clan Bonemaim saved teh Denur from extinction! Teh Age o’ Destruction, there w’s nae food fer anyone! Teh mages o’ Wyrmthane couldnae even muster crop wit their wand twirlin’ nonsense! Sae teh ancestors o’ teh Bonemaims leapt intae teh frozen woods without fear, an’ did what weh dae best! KILL! Weh brought teh greatest o’ beasts tae their knees, an’ brought food tae teh ‘ungry! Without us, teh Denur would ‘ave starved! Once teh snow ‘ad melted, weh went tae take our throne as rightful saviors o’ teh Denur! But teh Wyrms o’ Wyrmthane an’ teh Rust Buckets o’ Vulcan envied us, an’ spited our right tae lead! Not wantin’ tae cause further death, weh went off tae ‘one our skills fer many years. UNTIL NAOW!
Weh Bonemaims once ‘eld teh greatest o’ weapons, towerin over even teh tallest o’ giants! Catapults an’ balista an’ many more were once manned by our ‘ands, an’ one day they will again! Weh Bonemaims are teh greatest o’ Denur warriors, even when stripped o’ our biggest toys! But nae one c’n fight alone fer ever. Thon is why we ‘ave claimed strong beasts fer our companions, formin’ teh great cavalry! Weh charge intae battle, towerin’ over teh rest o’ our kin, an tramplin’ all who stand against our blades! Recentleh weh ‘ave even claimed a rare snow grizzly fer our charge! But alas, teh fun ‘ad tae end eventualleh. An’ naow, though et stings our pride, weh need yer ‘elp!
Kjung Runefist ‘as fallen en battle! Teh pansies o’ teh other ancestral clans ‘ave returned! Our weapons o’ war, once well ‘idden, ‘ave been broked or stolen! An teh Wyrms o’ Wyrmthane, an’ teh Rust buckets o’ Vulcan, LACK TEH BALLS tae dae any’tin’ about et! Sae join us, ye brave bassas, join us en seekin’ true strength an’ takin back teh glory o’ teh Denur in teh onleh way thon counts: BY FORCE!
See ye on teh battlefield, Joturn Bonemaim.
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[Written on the bottom corner was a second signature, written in much finer handwriting.]
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[Mounted beneath the scroll was a small banner of green and silver.]
