Posted by Grist on August 25, 2000 at 10:41:39:
Hail to me kin, wrath be in me enemies, fer that may be the only thing that saves ye. I come frem the depths of the unamed mountains north o' Galadon. !HEAR! I come to all ye honorable, and cowardly Therans with me message. To de svirf i say this, ye are te fall by me hammers until yer thief lord attones fer his crime. To de duergs, ye are me enemies, lest ye be in de village, then, i will tolerate ye. To the lightfooted elvenkind, i hab not a quarrel with any o' ye, save the scoundrel drow that plague Thera. And to de giants, be well, fer ye are me brothers in battle, and friends in all else. To the cats, i care not what ye do, jest stay outa me way. And to the birds, yer race is a troubled one indeed, some o' ye use de stolen art, some o' ye dont, but all o' ye who follow de ways o' de village will live te see the next day. And to de humans, be warned, as with all o' de other races, ye cross me, ye will surley fall to the mighty hammers of Grist, named avatar of Thror, savior of dwarvenkind. That is all i have te say to Thera, i be still young, and have much yet te lern. But i will, and i will take vengance fer me peeple, me lord, and de Village. Grist, named avatar of Thror, savior of dwarves.