Imperialus
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Klyman's shortsword slips into the dwarf's back severing his spine and driving the point of the sword into his heart. He falls to the ground, blood pooling around his corpse...
In the meantime Gargrim's hammer smashes into his foe's ribcage. Blood erupts from the beasts mouth as it collapses to the ground gurgling.
"No, Midgrim, you misunderstand. I give not a tinker's damn for the loss of another wretched, foul kobold." Klyman has a look of utter distaste, and he spits to emphasize his contempt. "No. Not at all. What troubles me is a more philosophical problem. There are those, you see, who hold that the taking of a life, even a life as worthless as a kobold's, diminishes a person's soul, and moves him one step closer to the everlasting torment.""That one doesn't deserve yeer sympathy[, Klyman]," flatly contradicts the rotund dwarf. "He twisted the will o' the Makers; set us back hundreds of years, or more." He looks like he might still smash the kobold-father's face in for him, dead or not!
Then Midgrim breathes in, and out again before kneeling to remove the dead one's armor off of him. It's done now. "And well done. Every one." Pausing to look at Klyman, Pieter and Climent in turn from his kneeling position... "We dwarves owe yee a favor for this," he reluctantly admits.
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