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King Glærden Wârd of Drψngle Moψntain Celebrâtes the Yærly Birth of Græt Øgdân Dwârves from all Mountâins of the Reâlm All Bow To Glærden's, Shield, Sword æ Helm Ûpon the Tâll   CarvenStone........                                                                       King Câlls For Øgdân's Dæ With Boom of Dwârven Drψm And the Chime of Hammered Metal Bars                                                             Anounce that Øgdân's Dæ's begψn Dwârves ât Forges ând Anvils gâve Thier Finest Work to wær that dæ All Polished, Contests with Pikes took plâce As Flâgons of Bârley Mæd, Spræd Spirit along the Crowds Glee Dwârven Short Swords Plâyed to Gâmes As with the Twilight the Troll Hunt Câme Drψms, Swords, and Pikes âll roψse As the Troll Hâtred from the Croψd Rises like â Forges Flâme, to hârden Dwârven Hærts to Blame,All Trolls As thieving Rotten **** ât the Sound of the Elk Horn the Hψnts begψn They spræd down these river beds Hψnting til â troll they Find, to be Pârâded by the Dwârven Kind Bâck to the Hærken Stone, ând the end Øf Øgdân's Dæ, With Stroke of Axe Doth Roll a Trolls Head.......JMF 11/20/14
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
...............Øgdân's Dæ..................
King Glærden Wârd of Drψngle Moψntain Celebrâtes the Yærly Birth of Græt Øgdân Dwârves from all Mountâins of the Reâlm All Bow To Glærden's, Shield, Sword æ Helm Ûpon the Tâll   CarvenStone........                                                                       King Câlls For Øgdân's Dæ With Boom of Dwârven Drψm And the Chime of Hammered Metal Bars                                                             Anounce that Øgdân's Dæ's begψn Dwârves ât Forges ând Anvils gâve Thier Finest Work to wær that dæ All Polished, Contests with Pikes took plâce As Flâgons of Bârley Mæd, Spræd Spirit along the Crowds Glee Dwârven Short Swords Plâyed to Gâmes As with the Twilight the Troll Hunt Câme Drψms, Swords, and Pikes âll roψse As the Troll Hâtred from the Croψd Rises like â Forges Flâme, to hârden Dwârven Hærts to Blame,All Trolls As thieving Rotten **** ât the Sound of the Elk Horn the Hψnts begψn They spræd down these river beds Hψnting til â troll they Find, to be Pârâded by the Dwârven Kind Bâck to the Hærken Stone, ând the end Øf Øgdân's Dæ, With Stroke of Axe Doth Roll a Trolls Head.......JMF 11/20/14
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