Kazak'onor - The Mountain Monarch Declares

[Rhewen 361]

Rhewen would look upon his armory, his old dented armor from many a war, his many warhammers beautifully arrayed on his wall, and among the hammers, axes, and swords, his axe Frostbite gleams like the cold moon on a winter night, a pale light shining from the runes so gracefully etched into its blade, the ghoul bone handle releases a dark grey smoke odorless, and chill to the touch. He takes his axe, feeling every notch, every dent, he grips it tightly before coming back to thought and mind, he hears the horn blow of the mighty dwarven legion and over his soldier the legion marches, drills and training raging on non-stop as it should be. He lets out a deep sigh, feeling his bear pelt, he looks to his son standing by him, he smiles and says "To war moi son"

[Samson Option 9652]

Sallann follows Verthaik Frostbeard and a few other soldiers as they headed up to convene meetings with the Hill Giant tribes after word of their mobilizing against the Sundur Clan.

[Publius 4098]

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