Should The Sky Be Filled With Fire And Smoke

[Fimlin 1997]

 

A dark and fiery sky looms above the former ruler of Kal'Agnar, Fimlin Grandaxe. He treks up the small mountain jutting out from the harsh, cold ground in which Hiebenhall was near. When he reaches the top of the mountain, he sighs and lays back, before pulling a few items from his pouch. He places the items on the ground and takes out an unwritten book, looking out to the shore of the Cloud Temple. He takes the quill from the snow-covered ground, blowing the snowy particles that dwelled upon it. Bringing the quill to the inkpot, and to the book he begins to write...
 

 

 

 

The Battle of Kal'Agnar, by Fimlin Grandaxe.

A lone figure stood above the ranks, atop a balcony that loomed over all who were below. The armies of Urguan, Krug, Horen, and Malin scrambled about the main hall hurting to their posts. warhorns blew from the south, signaling an invasion coming from the Shroom District. A deep, commanding voice emitted from the figure atop the balcony, ordering the soldiers into position, and warhorns from Kal'Agnar sounded in response. Plans had been leaked, screams and cries were heard as the flanking force was slaughtered, disobeying the orders to pull back. The Inner City of Kal'Agnar was all that was left to hold against the onslaught of the undead horde. Monsters poured past the main gate only to be quickly shot down by the many archers stationed above, was this all they had to offer? No it was not, for the Grand King had suspected that the horde would come from a more obsolete location. Having suspected it being from a back entrance it was sealed up, as was every open window, except one. Though the window looking out from the mountain had a way of self-sealing, it was no match for the explosives set by the undead horde. With a load BANG and a crash the window was blasted open, in suit followed an unstoppable horde of Khorvadic minions, instantly taking over the King's Quarters. In vain the armies fought to keep them from pushing further, for they had control of the doors and gates within the quarters. A flank force was sent through a secret passage into one of the King's Guard rooms, and they charged out in a whirl of fury. It was not enough however and the flank force was suppressed and routed, and ever so slowly the armies were pushed back.

It was here, where the ultimate downfall became of The sons of Urguan. As they slowly backed away from the plague and monsters that the cultists spat out they had split apart. Part of the defending force went down the stairs towards the throne room, while the rest split up in the upper and lower battlements. The undead, by now had taken over the Hall of Kings, and with no passages from each side of the battlement to another, the army grew weaker. The division between them had not allowed a proper charge, and they could only move out for a few minutes before being forced to retreat.

Defeat became evident, one battlement by another they each fell, one, by one. Suddenly a group of five soldiers, accompanied by the Grand King Fimlin Grandaxe and the Annilir of Laureh'lin Phaedrus, found themselves cornered. However after searching for whatever exit there could possibly be it was found that in the back half of the battlement was a passageway to the other side. Quickly the small force charged the other side, and slew the cultists within. It was all in vain however, as the group was smited by the cultists above, and after taking heavy fire only a few escaped.

The Sons of Urguan had failed to
hold their city against the onslaught of Khorvad, and the Ironborn clan.

 

Grand King Fimlin Grandaxe remembers the dwarf known as Vorstag Ireheart, one who had been his friend before Fimlin betrayed him. He knew he must acknowledge his death, and so he puts in a quote that he once reiterated to try and unite the dwedmar.

 

"The day that we forsake unity for petty rivalries and greed is the day we fall. I end this book with only words that I wish for all dwarves to one day heed. Stand as one and we are capable of achieving any length of greatness. Stand alone however and we will die alone."
 -Valen Grandaxe
 

Fimlin closes the book, and looks over the peaks of the north and beyond, into a place where dwarves had shared memories of the past over their mugs of ale. Where dwarven women had been in as great of a number as had the men. The Ironborn may have crushed their army, but they will never crush, their determination.

 

[Music for determination means]

 

[AlmondTree 418]

Svala stands proudly with her brothers.
"The undead followers are not a dwarf to be considered! The new dwarven kingdom shall rise, these new imposters are not our kins leaders!"

[Knighty 18]

Kailon looked up from atop the giant tree of the druid's grove, uttering prayers to the wind, of all the dwarves lost in the battle. The Forest dwarf then turned after he had said his words & made his peace with his fallen brethren, and began to descend down the steps, toward his new home within the Grove.

[Guest]

"Oi blame ye lot who 'ad a 'and in kickin' Midgor 'oot."

[Cpt_Noobman 1954]

Fili contemplates the battle, looking at his axe hung over a mantle above his hearth, still red and dripping with blood. Although most of his kin had abandoned the city after the siege, he remained. He had no where else to go. Sighing, he retrieves a journal, and begins to write an account of his time among the Ironborn conquerers.

[Cairn 9]

Angus Cairnfist grits his teeth as he limps away from the conquered city. Washing away the blue warpaint he had worn into battle at a frigid mountain stream, he looks back at the mountains he had called his home, the same mountains he is being forced to flee. Alone among the darkened pine covered roots of the mountains, he swears aloud an oath to never rest until Urguan is rebuilt- preferably upon the ruins and corpses of the newly minted Khorvadic Empire. Muttering a prayer for the fallen, Dwarves and otherwise, Angus continues to limp away, knowing that the sound of the bagpipes will forever instill him with anger against those who dared to take his homeland from him.

[Daisy 9735]

*Onar walks past the east side of the bridge in his old brown cloak, looking upon the city that he once would have given his life to protect. He thinks of the halls and their architecture crafted from his plans. He sighs and walks into the valley below, his home now ashes and rubble.*

[Sister Sequoia 438]

Gileandra stumbles from the Cloud Temple, her head bandaged and her arm in a sling.  She glances over and sees Fimlin, but turns away, deep shame within her, for she was one of the five trapped with him, and could not help him hold his home.

 

She walks down the road away from the Temple, taking the dwarven roads, heading for her home beyond the mountains, part of her hoping she wouldn't make it there, part of her hoping she could take a cultist or two down before she fell, but she knew, deep down, she would be living with this failure for a long time to come...

[Glyc 234]

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