[Archived]The Dred'Ur

[Naj 545]

  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9Lwp1J69pw

 

 

The city of Kaz’Ulrah sat in its usual stoic state carved into the side of the mountain. Jorik approached as he usually did trudging up the steps to the large gate. However, to his surprise something was different.

 

Where he was usually met with the sounds of the hustle and bustle of the Dwed folk, he found silence. Not a sound escaped the city. Not until he took his first step down. A shrill scream sounded from the deep followed by countless others.

 

Something was wrong.

 

Jorik hurried down the long staircase to the city gripping his sword at his side. Thoughts ran quickly through his mind the city was under attack, but from who? As he reached the bottom of the staircase and to his horror, swarms of rodent-like creatures flooded the city.

 

 

The horde initially neglected to notice Jorik and allowed enough time for him to glance across the city square to a party of Dwarves holding their ground on the other side. The middle-aged dwarf made a quick move into an alley between the buildings. Alley by alley, building by building, the dwarf ran quickly to the group.

 

The motley crew of Confederation, Frostbeard, Grandaxe, and Irongut dwarves hacked aside the charging swarm. It seemed as though the assault would never end. Yet, just as it seemed the dwarves might bend to the overwhelming onslaught of foes, the pack thinned. The dwarves took advantage of the lull between waves of forces hurrying to one of their tunnels and quickly collapsing it.

 

Tunnel after tunnel fell until only one remained in the forests below the city.

 

Jorik approached the tunnel striking a torch illuminating the passage. A hulking beast of a figure emerged. The leader of the pack charged the dwed as they stood their ground. It brushed aside dwarf after dwarf with his hulking mass before halting at the sound of the collapsing tunnel behind him.

The Leader took a retreating bound bellowing as he departed:

 

“Ulrah is finished”

 

The dwarves regrouped, but not without loss. The battle was won, but it seemed as though there was much more to come to the City. Its very existence seemed at stake. Dwedmar warriors from all clans now hustle through the city preparing defenses for the coming onslaught each fearing the worst.

 

What is to come for the fate of the city under the mountain?

 

OOC: Many thanks to MrBamPow for the event.

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[DeletedUser 169]

"Puny little men like you, will never crush the Dred'ur! We are powerful, and we are many! Beware yourselves dwed of Kaz'Ulrah!" Molennial Molecus snickers and boasts as he remembers how he punished the defenders. 

[Huxf 17]

Talik Frostbeard would nod approvingly, he would still feel ill by the rotten smell that had filled the battlefield - which was created during the fight. “Te cit’e wil be safe ‘gain!” he would cheer to then knock down a pint of ale.

[Gizzol 252]

Tepah was sadly burdened with tea time, a man of culture simply cannot neglect civility. Nonetheless the tales of grandeur from the successful defense put a smile on the old kha's face "next time we will bring some back for aw feast!" He mutters to himself. However his manners would get the better of him as he beings to wonder if they like tea and if so, what kind.

[Quavinir_Twiceborn 1050]

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