A Strike At The Heart[!]

[Dreek 1633]

As the Dwarven Leadership gathered around the the throne room deciding where their next attack against Ondnarch would be. Suddenly, Lord Igor Ireheart remembered the fortress entrance that his brother Dreek had told him about. Feling it important, Igor mentioned it to the council,”Meh fello Lurds, dere beh ah furtress contrull’d boi Ondnarch neer da docks. Ah remembeh meh brudder Dreek tellin meh aboot et when 'e wus still aloive, an wehn weh liv'd en Kal'Azgoth. Per’aps weh shuud stroike der next? Ah fink ah nooh da secret wey en frum da ducks. Weh cun tayke da legiun dere an smash der forces, den continu ep da deeproads tu Kal'Azgoth.” As the Lords all turn to Igor and listen, they begin to nod their heads in agreement. Soon, the Grand King and his Lords leave the council chamber, calling all able Dwarves together for a march.

 

Dark creatures scuttled about as tall lithe beings loped about through the shadows. Many loped in a single direction, heading towards the great cavern of Frost, heading towards the screeches of agony and booms of footfalls.

 

Hours passed, and Dwarves marched, all filing towards the great steam filled skies of the Vaerhaven Docks. As they began to near the sea, a salty smell entered their noses, masking the scent of death and dread hanging in the air. As soon as they neared the docks, the army of legionnaires turned off the path and began to dig into the mountain side, slowly unearthing a path into the mountain. As the earth was moved a musky scent of dampness wafted up from the depths of the pit that the stairs lead down to. Creeping down the circular, old, stairs, a screech echoed up from below.

 

 

Vrizuum Vri and other Shallmandrils stalked around their throne room, sending out groups of feral elves to bring back the armies to the heart of their power. They knew what was coming, and they cowered under the fear of their master’s rage. Slowly more and more feral elf parties came in, running and leaping past the slow moving ice morphs and cultists, all travelling towards the fortress’s courtyard. More and more they gathered, sending out their screeches and prayers to their great master of ice and the deep cold. Cultists skirted in and out of the feral elf ranks, preparing their spells and summonings for the coming battle.

 

Shallmandrils Vrizuum Vri, Sha’zen Fer, Ule’up Wren, and Verluk Shaz looked out upon the courtyard of their growing army, praying Ondnarch would come to their aid in the battle. They feared though, that the battle that would come would destroy all hope for either side.

 

((This Battle Event is Part 2 of the Quest Line for Ondnarch, it will take place on February 9th at 1pm est))

[Anawkin 247]

[[ Saw that pic on Imgur. :P ]]

[Dreek 1633]

((Time is moved ahead two hours due to conflicting times with the UAC warclaim on the Scourge.))

[Dreek 1633]

((Rescheduled:

2/12/14, 5pm est))

[Fimlin 1997]

((Rescheduled:

2/12/14, 5pm est))

thank you

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.