The Fall of Thumrilgrad

[Dreek 1633]

The Fall of Thumrilgrad

It had been coming, and the results were not pretty. Standing alone against the dark stretches of the deep roads was the half constructed fortress of Thumrilgrad- a defense against the unknown. A staging ground for years, used by the bravest Dwarves to sate their curiosity it had sadly fallen into disuse in recent times. As its lack of maintenance continued, the interest in such expeditions waned. Time refused to stand still for its other inhabitants. The machinations of the unknown lingered in those tall, dark caverns and moved amongst the shadows establishing their own stranglehold. The first sight of this? A ragged scouting party of mangled Dwarves who hadn’t seen the light of Urguan’s children in years. Plodding along with their mangled bodies, horrific scars, and sewn up flesh they collapsed against the wall that is the Legion. With little else to show except their discarded carcasses across the main halls of the Under Kingdom, the signs went unheeded. Only a few stone days later would these signs materialize again.

 

Debating within their hals, the residents of the Under Realm busied themselves with the reclamation of their relics and other bureaucratic dealings. They could not have been caught more unaware. A crashing noice of stone against stone roared through the caverns and shook the very foundations of the city- causing all but a few to jump in fright. In moments the legion began its mobilization and march towards the origin of such commotion- the deeproads.

They came in indescribable hordes of bodies, crawling over each other to clamber up the broken stone of Thumrilgrad’s defenses. Boulders flew through the air and smashed into the bridges spanning the underground lakes, much to the horror of its new defendants. Their forces swept across those same defenses in desperation to contain the abominations that had found their place among the walls- only to be broke against the disgusting creature that rallied those mutilated Dwarves. A rotting body of a dwarf in finely smithed armor bound in and out of combat, fighting with a refine unmatched by his comrades. Roars of battle cries could do nothing against these insatiable legions who pushed and pushed until they could separate King Utak from his army. Before Utak could meet his end amongst the humble library, another explosion rocked the crumbling fortress. The able captain of this invading horde had been conquered by one Uldraek Goldhand. Sensing an opportunity however, Utak and his few remaining Dwarves made their break towards the entrance and with them flew the hope of fighting off this invasion- more and more bodies piling in behind them in chase. Chased out through the tunnel, more explosions rocked the ground behind them and the mutilated Dwarves gleamed with a hunger in their eyes in giving chase, not even stopping to finish any collapsed Dwarf of the Under-Realm.

 

When it was over though, the Deeproads entrance collapsed. Those few abominations caught outside and left to die, did just that. Cut down swiftly by the remnants of the Legion, their job was done. The Deeproads were sealed, and any developments within them were shrouded in secrecy from Yemekar’s chosen, the greatest defense possible.

 

[D3F4LT 1026]

An old dwarf would stand watch as he would see his beloved hold fall where he had much memories with. It started young when King Fimlin "The Just" Grandaxe handed the hold over to Thumril Metalfist the high prospector of that time as a sign of gratitude for his work on boosting dwarven resources. Together with his brother Gimli Metalfist they started up their little clan hold of the Metalfists before the grand merging between the two clans of Metalfists and Grandaxes. During that time several marriages happened that would brand a new generation of offspring for the kingdom. There Thumril married Adeela and had a daughter Revna alongside an adopted son. There he would take care of them both. Meanwhile the hold expanded giving room for the clergy to have meetings while some other residence came to retire in peace due old age. Until the dark started to emerge from the lake that started simple as a mist that would cover the lake. Soon the resident's would complain about cobwebs and an odd stench of decay that would cover the whole hold. During that time Gimli was appointed as clan lord of Thumrilgrad. For everyone's safety the dwarves were forced to head to the capital as the legions back then went on to investigate. Soon after they found out the cause that would be the end of the flourishing hold Thumrilgrad as it turned out spiders had infested the hold that would mark the end of future establishment of the hold. After the pest controll Thumrilgrad would never recover and would crumble down alongside its history. May the hold be remembered for its good and bad moments as it served its purpose in the end. Slowing down anything that would threaten the kingdom. The old dwarf would remove his hood and would stroke his light grayish beard as he would smile to the dwarves."goo'boi 'ome, ye did well..."he'd say as he would remove the dust from his mohawk before wandering off deeper into the caverns...

[Willstertheking2 1110]

Levian’Tol Grandaxe sat alone in the Grandaxe Clan Hall scrapping blood from his armor and repainting his shield that had been shredded apart from the days fighting. “T’ere will be no safe ‘aven for t’ese MONSTERS w’en teh whole ov Urguan rises up to clear t’em out.” He utters moving to take yet another Grimaxe Bourbon out of storage.   

[Fimlin 1997]

“Regrettable, though Thumrilgrad was meant to beh teh first loine of defense in teh nort’. Bu’ all ‘olds fall eventualleh.” grumbles Fimlin over hearing the news.