The Armor Of Induhstreh

[Rhewen 361]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y3D-c5ZJswI&index=6&list=PLr2P5hXaXUIzzvXohlcSlxT5VT_enJW59

A silent night in the city, a city with a complete lack of INDUSTRY. The young Dwedmar of Kal'Akash sleep in their homes, swaddled in their blankets of peace and prosperity, contempt with the guard of the city and peace they had restored with such work and bloodshed. It was a peace hard won. But among this peaceful night, a loud and resounding noise is heard. The dwedmar awake, visions of Behemoth Golems, and ancient dwarves charging the lines of their kin, and flooding the city, layering the streets with a thick sheet of dwarven blood are fresh in their minds. Perhaps it is another attack? Perhaps this is the moment we fall to ruin? The dwedmar scour the city, searching for the ear-piercing thunder which had disturbed their rest. The angry mob finally comes to the forge, which is filled with legionnaires, blacksmiths, and above all INDUSTRY. The dwarves hammer away at the anvil, an unstopping sound of metal upon metal and great fires roaring in the deep. It is a sound long missed by many an old dwed, but alas a sound newly restored. The sudden brightness of the pouring molten metal into many casts of swords, axes and armor, fills the city cave, and its people with brightness.

 

 

Long did the mob marvel at such a work of INDUSTRY, that they were stood there for the entire night, gazing at the bright fires and the craftsmanship of the dwarves. By the end of the night, thousands of weapons were made along with stacks and stacks of objects that caught the eye of the legionnaires, UNIFORMS. Dirty and grimy like the industry they love. Yet hard and grossly beautiful like the dwarves that wear them.

 

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NARVAK OZ URGUAN! NARVAK OZ NOLVAR

[James 425]

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