Unite Or Die

[Fimlin 1997]

*You walk down the path leading from the Cloud Temple, listening to the clacking of hooves on the stone paved road. A middle-aged farmer is riding upon his wagon, steering his horse by you with fresh-picked crops headed straight for the temple behind. You had heard rumors about the return of the enemy, and you walk on, pondering what is to come when your gaze is alerted to a large poster pinned on a tree on the edges of the birch forest that encases the Cloud Temple. You walk closer to the tree, and begin to read...*

To all sons of Urguan hear my cry, for  I beckon thee to return yet again to the dwarven Capitol of Kal'Agnar. Long have we all stood united, but now in the realm of Athera too many have forsaken their homeland in order to join groups such as the Druids. For all those who have done such I bid thee that you return to Kal'Agnar, so that we may stand as one against the onslaught of Khorvad.



Alone and spread our race will wither, but together as one, bound by honor an dignity we can overcome anything that is thrown before us.



It is united how we purged the foul daemon Ondnarch, how we fended off all the attacks from other nations and aided the slaying of Setharian! For those who fear the great enemy in which we face I name thee a coward! For he does not stand and fight for his people!



Each dwarf is a chain-mail link, united the mail-shirt cannot be pierced, but when a link is missing, the flesh inside is exposed. Follow me now! Connect the links! For a dwarven link cannot fit into any other shirt!



Tazarak Nar'os Dwedmar, Narvak oz Urguan, Kavir oz Khorvad.

 

 

(credits to Sgt_Kipples for the video)

[Galendar 631]

Agor gives a slow nod of his head, striding back for the capitol.

[Kardel 1054]

Kardel hears the speech, and nods, turning to speak to the eager dwarven crowd, now clearly troubled by the speech. He takes a deep breath and lets it all out in the form of a booming, ominous voice that rings across the crowd. "Fellow Dwedmar. . .unity! Unity is necessary, but unity does not mean concentration into one, poorly defended city exposed to aerial atack of all sorts! Unity is not a wire. . .unity is a web! A thick wire of iron may hold out against the blow of an axe once, twice, even thrice! But eventually, it is worn down and breaks! A web of wisely distributed barbed wire, though, holds back! The enemy may strike at the web, but he will be entagled within it! Whatever is broken may be rebuilt, unlike in a woven wire, in which when it is broken, it is useless!

 

We must strategically place ourselves! We must builds outposts and holds close to the mother city and defend it with our lives! We must build siege engines, and ready gargantuan constructs with great towers upon their backs like in the days of old! Even though a web can prove effective when one gets caught inside of it, that victim can break free, and destroy the web in the process! If a web is thrown wisely and at the right moment, than the enemy can be entagled in a more effective way, giving time for the thrower to finish him off!

 

This is what we must do with Khorvad, the traitor! We must not allow his corruption to come to us! We must strike it in the heart! Revive the old dwedmar ways! Make use of all our talents as clans united, under one banner but not in one battalion! Attack the enemy with magic, axes, engines, and runes! Neutralize the beasts extremities before striking at the heart of it! Why wait, when we can charge headfirst like those dwarves of old who dared to step into the Nether and give their lives for the greater good!

 

Do not let this corruption fester! Kill it as it is young! Khorvad has been banished for a long time; he is weak, his flesh tender and his forces limp, ready for the strike of the axe! Polish your blades, dust your staves, start building engines, and ready your runes! The time to strike is now!"

 

After a brief cheer from the crowd, the pale dwarf yells out again, ending the speech in the usual dwarven manner.

 

"KAVIR! KAVIR OZ KHORVAD NAR KHAVIR OZ DOR! NARVAK OZ URGUAN! KRAZDRAN NAR GROND NARVAK!"

[Hiebe 2493]

Dwain speaks

As long as Iebenhall stands I shall defend it. If da call ove support is issued, I shall respond.

[Knighty 18]

Kailon lifts his head from his crafting station, coming out of tempo from his guild brethren busily smithing themselves. A few off glances toward the dwarf were had, as Kailon slowly paced toward the door, into the rainstorm harrowing outside the gate. Lowering his hood, the bald grandaxe closed his eyes, and held his face to the sky, letting the raindrops splash onto his face.

 

The words over the hills and through the valleys rung true into his heart from such a distance, not hearing the speech, but gaining a feeling of warrant from his capital and people that all must return. Kailon lowered his head and donned his hood once more, as he began to step toward his chest of belongings, ready for the return trip to Kal'Agnar.

 

A few hours later, with supplies and equipment in tow, the forest dwarf began to make his way back to the Dwarven city, perhaps for the last time. Kailon lifted his head into the wind sweeping across the fields,

 

"Nae wait fer me fellow Grandaxes, but i'll join yer fight regardless".

[KarmaDelta 969]

Lilum begins packing, for as soon as the feast at Hiebenhall is done, he shall head to Kal'Agnar to join the Legion. This is all so that he may make himself stronger, as both an Irongut and as a Dwarf in general. He shall fight for his brothers and sisters(?) in arms, so that he may experience life as he did with his Momma, fun and full of adventure and stories.

[ThumperJack 927]

Demagol simply sharpens his father's sword.

He says to himself "Narvak oz Dorkadrel. "

Norik doesn't answer their calls, for many reasons. For one, they would never trust him, two, Norik has other plans.

[James 425]

Unless de laws are past tu protect de rights ov de dwarves 'n da Irongut clan I nay see w' we would come back tu live in da city. We will serve da Dwarves but de persecution of da Ironguts 'as gun tu far.

[Gnomistry 1115]

Beros Grandaxe remembers his days living amongst his kin,  nods, and later has Ekren become a Dwarven hold to be united once again.

[L0rdLawyer 2272]

Dunrid Grandaxe packs up his current tent and begins walking for Kal'Agnar. He will not let his brothers fight the war against Iblees alone. 

[Josh3738 3137]

Darenth mutters to himself "**** tha'...mure uf a Grandaxe citeh t'an anehtin else anehway. Ah'll beh stayin out 'ere mate."

[Dreek 1633]

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