Reclaimation.

[Fimlin 1997]

 

The sound of armored dwarves marching invaded the central plaza. Dwed pulled around their steads by their leashes as they found themselves adopting rank and file around a grouping of carts stacked with supplies. Upon a great boar in front of them was their righteous King, Balek Irongut. Flanked by two fellow dwarves un-uniformed and multiple kings guard they set forth with a flick of his hand.

 

The company rode through the Cloudlands, Northern Mountains, and into the Wilds where they encountered thick and disorientating forests, dismissible to the well trained pioneers of the mountain dwed. The journey ended in a range of mountains, wherein was the Hall of the Ancients, capital to the Empire of Khorvad which ruled all in the lands of Athera.

 

Shortly after their arrival structures were erected over the tattered remains from the expedition forty years before, this time stone laid out and a mighty fire set to pitch as dwarves gathered around from the long journey. Cracking open a keg, they shared stories and prayers as the gave whispers about the dark nature of the hall before  them until a single dwarf stood to tell the tale around the campfire.

 

[No accent for easy reading]

 

“This, lads, is no ordinary decrepit hall!” He would, casting his arm out to wave at the enormous structure. “This is the powerbase of our ancestors, where they ruled and governed, and where they projected power across the entire world. None could stand before them, Rivel brought to its knees, sacked and burned leaving them with unquestionable authority.”

 

He would start to rub his hand over his knuckles, giving brief pause before continuing. “Yet, this is also where they met their demise. Orchestrated from this hall our ancients fell, every last one brought to their end by the greed of but a single clan and their limitless ambition, the Ironborn.”

 

Hushed voices and swears would be cast in between the younger legionaires, those older solemnly nodding. “We must, however, not let this discourage us from the great fruit this bears as insight to our ancient kin. No matter how hard the Ironborn could attempt they could never destroy the unfathomably bright path our ancients set foot upon as they maintained the balance of this world. Not a balance between nations as some would move to interpret it, but a balance between our realm and any other. They were at the forefront of Iblees’ rise, their legions of constructs and fine martial dwed unparalleled in their time.”

 

“It is this we must take pride in, that we would come from the stock of side fine men and women, and thus we must recover their names, they tools, their banners and hold them high in admiration. Let us reclaim their mantle, let us bear their tools and let us find great strength in their shadow!”

“Narvak oz Urguan, Narvak oz Yemekar, Narvak oz da Brathmordakin!”

 

The Grand King, and one other sitting with him would slowly nod at the speech of grey dyed dwarf. Settling into his food he would cast his eyes up to where they would later set tools into the obstacles before them and cast them aside.

 

Nothing would stop him and his subjects from reclaiming their history.

 

 

[Lima 774]

Lori nods in approval to his fellow Dwed as he raises a mug. "Tu' Balek! Tu' Urguan!"

[KarmaDelta 969]

 

As Finian Goldhand entered the Dwarven capital, he would be surprised by the sudden gathering of the many Dwarves. In his mind,as a joke, he would think this is for him, for a returning Goldhand, but no, he wasn't so foolish. He asked the many armored Dwed, gathering up the supplies, while some were getting their boars ready, 

 

"Wot es goin uhn?"

 

It took some time for someone to answer, but it was finally revealed they were getting ready to head out to Urguan's Hall, a place he has never heard of, nor even seen. Being the curious Dwarf he is, he asked if he could join in on their adventure, and was met with many nods.

 

After many long nights, they arrive. As Finian entered the old, moldy camp, it appeared to him that some Dwed had already arrived much earlier than the group he was traveling with. It looked like they were getting ready to tear down the disgusting camp, and would be replacing it's contents with a brand new one. So, he did what any upstanding Goldhand would do, he asked if he could be of assistance, and again, many nodded towards him and smiled at him.

 

After the old camp was taken down, he began to introduce himself, but was soon stopped by a Dwarf named Lori Oathcast, for he began telling the story of how this was not truly Urguan's Hall, but a kind of fortress used long ago. He was surprised, to say the least. As the Oathcast finished his story, Finian decided to speak up,

 

"Ah feel loike weh should preh tuh teh Brathmordakin fo' ah safe journeh."

 

With many nods and low grunts from the crowd, Lori spoke up and agreed on it, and so everyone began to kneel. Before Finian would pray, he would put down his pipe in front of him, for he was also praying towards the merchant brothers, Grimdugan and Armakak, to watch over him so he may continue to serve them as a merchant in the future. After the prayers were over, the crowd of Dwarves began yelling,

 

"Narvak oz Yemekar! Narvak oz Urguan! Narvak oz Balek!"

 

As night approached, and the camp completed, they began to gather inside the tents to relax and make merry. Seeing as how we was foreign to them, Finian asked if they should go around the tent, telling their names and clans to get more acquainted with each Dwarf.  

 

 

After some time, he fell asleep. He was soon awoken by hammers and nails, coming from the huge door of the hall that was caved in from previous events. After he completely awoke, he began to clean himself and would then proceed up to look at the amount of effort everyone was putting in to help clear the rubble. He would smile, and would take out his pipe and light it after. As he lit it, he began to go into deep thought, for he knew, that aside from the many jewels and ores left behind, that they would find a bigger haul than they expected.

[JVQ 1719]

Vorstag II roars gloriously

((Was this an event or is one coming?))

[James 425]

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