From Warhammer - The Old World - Lexicanum
Quotes from Chaos Dwarfs and their slaves - especially Hobgoblins go here:
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| Gorduz Backstabber, Hobgoblin Chieftain
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"Stick 'em wiv arrers. Stick 'em with knives, 'an swords, and spears. Stick 'em quick and stick 'em where it 'urts. But most of all, stick 'em when they's looking in the other way."
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| Gorduz Backstabber at a game of dice to Tarka, another Hobgoblin
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"Yunno what they say, Tarka. Lucky at dice, unlucky at gettin' back to your own tent without 'aving a nasty accident."
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| Brodai, Hobgoblin warrior
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"Dere's nuthin' in life as proper as hunt'n from da back of a 'ard taught wolf. Dere speed n' grace makes the world flow by as a dream. Prey who manage to give a good fight n' die with some dignity are way better dan dose wot scream and soil dere britches, but I take whatever I catch all da same."
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Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay (2nd Edition): Old World Bestiary, pg. 26
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| Choknech, Hobgoblin warrior
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"Aye, some of us speak better than our uncouth brethren. Indeed, we do most things better than others, except, perhaps, die in droves. We leave that to the Goblins and the Orcs. My lads aren't particularly interested in falling in fields far from their beloved steppes, though we may be willing if the price is right. What are you offering? It will cost you extra if we have to leave anyone alive."
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Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay (2nd Edition): Old World Bestiary, pg. 26
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Eckhard, Nuln Scholar,
burned as a heretic
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"Picture everything that is admirable in the Dwarfs; their great skill in war, their iron resolve, their dedicated craftmanship, and their unwavering determination to survive and achieve their goals. Now take all those traits and shudder as you see them employed in the service of Chaos. That is the horror of a Chaos Dwarf host. They are Dwarfs, but twisted into a foul parody of the noble warriors who have stood gallantly for so long at the side of the Empire. They have embraced the dark powers, willingly delving into the secrets of foul magic and losing much of what they once were in the process. As to what they've gained, who can say? Knowledge, perhaps, but many things are best left unknown."
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Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay (2nd Edition): Old World Bestiary, pgs. 17-18
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| Cranneg Englasson, Dwarf Lorekeeper
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"They wish to make the world a place of smoky darkness where hope and cheer are crimes punishable by immediate slavery and slow torture. Theirs is a timeless greed that neither time nor wealth can ever abate. They committed blasphemy by turning from the Ancestor Gods and practicing magic. Magic, I tell you! They are our greatest shame and they will be dealt with, in time."
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Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay (2nd Edition): Old World Bestiary, pg. 17
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| Vikram Flametongue, Chaos Dwarf Sorcerer
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"Fools all. They know nothing of our great work, of what we have accomplished. Our kin will never progress while they continue to look to a meaningless past for guidance. The old Dwarf empires all fell, doesn't that seem like a significant sign of their weakness? Their adherence to 'tradition' will be their downfall. I have accomplished feats with cannons, steam, and magic that they can only dream of. My people are prepared for the coming times, aligned with those who will be the final victors. We will have slaves in abundance for our aid to the forces of Chaos and that is well for it is blood that greases the cogs of Hashut's sacred machines."
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Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay (2nd Edition): Old World Bestiary, pg. 19
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| Warboss Clangor Gorespiller
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"Oi! Dey's not propa Greenskins a'tol are dey? Deys an alright shade 'o green I'll grant and dey's shifty enuff fer gobos, but dat's all dat's right about 'em. Dey use poison! Poison! Like one 'o dem stink'n Ratmen! Da miserable gits sneak about and always go in fer two quick shivs in da dark. Never a propa scrap has ever come from dem Hobs, I'll warrant. Dey play at being stuntie lackeys and dey cheat at dice. Still, dey's handy fer soaking up arrers when no others are 'round."
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Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay (2nd Edition): Old World Bestiary, pg. 25
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| Mordian Slagfist, Chaos Dwarf Warrior
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"Where was Grimnir when our warriors were dying? Where was Valaya when our children sickened? When we called out for aid in the deep places where we delved, it was not Grungni who answered our call, but mighty Hashut who delivered us in our time of need. Who are the real traitors here? Our kin who abandoned us to madness and death or we who only sought to survive against the forces of Chaos? One day there will be a reckoning and it will be the Sons of the Father of Darkness who will have the victory, not the weak willed spawn of the pathetic Ancestor Gods."
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Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay (2nd Edition): Old World Bestiary, pg. 19
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| Ernst Wolfenburg, Mercenary
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"While I had not seen the markings of many Dwarf clans, I knew theirs were like no other. Twisted images of a red bull trampling upon mountains and blood-soaked banners didn't seem like any Clan Dwarfs I knew. The fact that skinny wolf-mounted Greenskins were among them pretty much settled the matter. We drew up our lines and prepared for a charge, but to our surprise, there wasn't one. We waited for a time, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. They regarded us impassively, their lines silent and unmoving. Finally, a captain ordered us forward and we charged across the field. When we were about halfway across, the shelling began. They had ranged the entire field before the battle. Their cannons were phenomenally powerful. Their shells shook the land so hard, it moved like it was water. Many horses fell and broke their legs. As to the Kislevites and my fellow mercenaries, it was a slaughter. I managed to survive only because the unit I was with routed early. I later learned that those they didn't kill were led away in chains, Sigmar alone knows where. I left Kislev soon after, with the taste of ashes in my mouth."
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Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay (2nd Edition): Old World Bestiary, pg. 17
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