Erik
Member
[!] A small, slightly dirty red-haired Denur steps onto a chair in the marketplace of Dar-Ach Denur accompanied by two other equally stained colleagues. Courageous and full of energy, the High Engineer clears his throat and speaks to his people. [!]
Hear ye, stout folk of Arduan,
I stand afore ye today with words as solid as the stone beneath our feet, and as unyielding as the mountains that cradle our home. The Denur, we are, and by the hammers of our ancestors, we shall not be swayed by the whispers of doubt, nor shall we ever entertain the notion of retreat!
The thunderous booms and echoing roars that have shaken our lands, louder than the rumblings of any forge, they are not the clamor of evil, but rather the triumphant song of progress. They mark the birth of a new age, a testament to our craftsmanship and resilience.
For what ye hear be the inaugural test of the Thunderstone Trebuchet, a marvel of Denuren engineering unmatched in its strength and craftsmanship. With each mighty launch, it shall lay low the mightiest of fortresses, reducing them to naught but rubble and dust. And in doing so, it shall scatter the armies of the Bone Lord like chaff before the wind.
Let the realms tremble at the sight of our innovation, let our foes quake in their boots at the might of our technology.
For we, the Denur, stand firm against any who would dare challenge our dominion.
So, my kin, hold fast to your courage, for we march boldly into the fray, guided by the light of progress and the strength of our convictions. Together, we shall carve a legacy that shall endure for ages untold.
Long live Arduan! Long live the Denur!
