By 'push into the sea' I meant drown. The dead don't tend to take up space above the ground for long. [ or take food out of your mouth. it isn't a territory war thing, it's a please die thing, because you've taken over half the lives of the peaceful elder races that welcomed you onto this continent, and you've well over-stayed your hospitality. even the dwarves have been cut down to just the Mahakaman Foothills, despite how much better they mesh with human society than the elves.
however, proud as the war cry is, it's too little too late. the best they can do is rain unholy terror to be sure their people go out with a roar rather than a whimper. that part, at least, iorveth is exceedingly good at. ]
...I hadn't realized birthing a single child could be such a group project. [ eight fathers, six mothers, dude, what even? the mispronunciation he isn't bothered by, and frankly even surprised the dwarf attempted it at all. but the woman he mentions strikes something more familiar in him, and Iorveth listens quietly, before swapping this to private. ] Smart of her to acquire allies outside herself. Have the mercenaries you've joined with ever considered unifying beyond that? For more than lucrative pay?
[ for a home and some margin of safe-living and self-respect? there's so many nonhuman groups to Thedas with still so many numbers to them, not dwindled like the Continent. they could easily carve out their own place were they all willing to join together for it. ]
Though, being the right height for kneecaps - that you bloody are, tiny little bastards. [ Said with a laugh, clearly joking and not meaning real insult. He's known plenty enough dwarves in his time, and Zoltan Chivay in particular loved to point out the disadvantage in being a tall ass elf. ]
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however, proud as the war cry is, it's too little too late. the best they can do is rain unholy terror to be sure their people go out with a roar rather than a whimper. that part, at least, iorveth is exceedingly good at. ]
...I hadn't realized birthing a single child could be such a group project. [ eight fathers, six mothers, dude, what even? the mispronunciation he isn't bothered by, and frankly even surprised the dwarf attempted it at all. but the woman he mentions strikes something more familiar in him, and Iorveth listens quietly, before swapping this to private. ] Smart of her to acquire allies outside herself. Have the mercenaries you've joined with ever considered unifying beyond that? For more than lucrative pay?
[ for a home and some margin of safe-living and self-respect? there's so many nonhuman groups to Thedas with still so many numbers to them, not dwindled like the Continent. they could easily carve out their own place were they all willing to join together for it. ]
Though, being the right height for kneecaps - that you bloody are, tiny little bastards. [ Said with a laugh, clearly joking and not meaning real insult. He's known plenty enough dwarves in his time, and Zoltan Chivay in particular loved to point out the disadvantage in being a tall ass elf. ]