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The Defeat At Thoringrad

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V84STSWVp3g

 

 The battle raged on, as an onslaught of catapult fire rampaged through Thoringrad, the dwarves were forced to retreat ever deeper into the defenses they had created. They were safe in their fort, stabbing foolish enemies through small cracks in the floor, chanting to Dungrim and Yemaker that they may die with honor.

   They're plan was simple. Survive underground and kill all who entered until they either won or died, however, they could not let their king die again. yes again. Two dwarves were sent to create an escape route through the earth, so they tunneled as dwarves do.

   They continued the defense as best as they could as seemingly unlimited catapult rocks burst into their ruined fort. They heard rocks landing above them and were happy to know that rocks could not dig many feet into the earth. Then all of a sudden the ground exploded and thousands of humans poured in.

   The dwarves scurried for a way out, but the king and his advisors ran for the tunnel. The king and few remaining dwarves escaped to their home of Kal'Ithrun, where they could be safe. the flags adorning thoringrad fell, but across the valley, dwarven flags rose. As all should know, you cant keep a dwarf down.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ciPu4DnKBuM

  

   Across from Gronkkston, there lay an abandoned fort. Before this horrible battle had raged, the dwarves had made a secret purchase, and this fortress was now theirs. It is another station on the war path, so even if Kal'ithrun falls, the dwarves would have a place to survive. Dwarven flags fly proudly over the fort, where they have a place to rebuild.

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*Agnar Ireheart Stormhammer runs away from the battle ground with King Indago and Lord Marshel Zarher and the Kha followed by Spriggar*

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((It is worth mentioning the citadel is one of my keeps, thus. The trade for it is void and you were scammed. I have explained this to several GM's. If you want proof that I own it, I will provide it. :) ))

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((It is worth mentioning the citadel is one of my keeps, thus. The trade for it is void and you were scammed. I have explained this to several GM's. If you want proof that I own it, I will provide it. :) ))

(( was about to say lol no way you can own it friends ))

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((the logic of Oren))

 

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((Ummm, if a rock hits the roof of a basement I believe the basement would collapse.))

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((Ummm, if a rock hits the roof of a basement I believe the basement would collapse.))

the basement was 2 blocks under stone how would a rock breka through that?

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((That citadel was never sold. I don't know who you paid for it but you've been ripped off.))

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Kardel watches the defeat from a nearby mountaintop surrounded in the mysterious guards of the alchemy guild, men clad in flowing green robes. His lips arch downwards into a frown as he saw the massive carnage of Dwedmar by humans, orcs, and dwarves. Was it finally the dawn of the Dwedmar? Night had fallen once on the race of Urguan, and it was terrible indeed. Would the same happen this time? Would such beasts rise among the dwarves during their fall?

 

Kardel starts pacing around the plateau, as his view is caught by the distant fort hovering above the old cloud temple. Kardel stares at the dark figure looming in the distance. In a grim and ominous tone, he whispers in a rasp voice "Be dat wut we will resurt tae? Be dat wut s'all 'appen iv we luse? Will weh. . .juin dem, loike we unce juined Khorvad?" Kardel simply stares at the construction, and narrows his eyes before descending the plateau.

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Within the small town of Schattenburg, Thoak and what is left of the Goldhands recieve word of the defeat and chuckle slightly to themselves while having a small feast of sorts.

"We 'ave warned tae fools 'o Urguan t'at tae Brathmordakin frown upon t'em, an' noo' t'ey fight fer t'eir lives as t'ose 'o Oren smash throogh t'eir lands layin' waste. 'O course tae Brathmordakin's work 'o punishin' tae 'eretics fer wot t'ey 'ave done. Very foolish as well tae start a war wit' tae biggest race while t'eir is so few 'o 'em."

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