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-= Record of the Irehearted =-


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-=On the Irehearts=-

 

In the days before the dead awoke to do battle with the living, the dwarves had carved in their caverns great halls and treasures. But such was the nature of those that linger in the dark, to covet in secret the hoards of the dwarves. Nameless things they were, who saw the khazamar as trespassers of the under-dark realms and so they hassled the bearded folk. Caravans, miners and merchants who ventured into the shadowed places of the caverns never returned and so panic and doubt fell upon the citizens of Khaz’Urguan. For what is a dwarven king if he could not protect his own people?

 

 Yavok his name was, who above the rest of his brothers, had the most anger and rage in his heart for those who’d dare spite his race. As slander and rumours spread of Urguan’s inaction, it was the king himself who sent his son in good faith, to resolve this issue.   Yavok nodded and took a blood oath to see his task done. This promise was one of power, sworn to King Urguan that by the runes that glowed on his crown, it shall be upheld lest his line be broken there after. And so it was that tempered by the wisdom of his father, Yavok took it upon himself to protect the realm of the dwarves from these creatures, wielding two axes and marching into shadow to do battle with them and swearing an oath to not return until his task was done lest his word be counted weak and the crown dimmed in runic light.

 

 In those damp caverns, illuminated only by fungi did he see and behold the full force of the enemy. Large bat-like creatures that clung to the ceiling, though they paid no heed to the dwarf who snuck amongst them.  Travelling with great caution, he stumbled upon a massive chamber that held within it, a beast of immense size and power. Sniffing his scent, it awoke in anger and roared a mighty cry that would have struck fear into the heart of any lesser. But Yavok was the son of Urguan himself and with a smile on his face, he raised both axes and charged into the fray. 


 

For three days did dwarven sentries report roars and howls of a beastial nature echoing throughout the cavern before falling silent to the ringing of steel. Returning from the under-dark, Yavok strided forth to the throne room with the massive head of what could only be described as a bat, whose face was riddled with teeth and eyes. As Urguan looked upon the horrid beast from atop his throne, he called out to the hall and those who saw and heard answered in agreement, for he proclaimed his son Irehearted meaning he who carries much anger within him. As the title was granted to him, the citizens of Urguan cheered and sang songs of merriment as the hated foe was never heard from again...at least for a time.  

 

As the years passed, the under-dark saw a watchful peace as Yavok alone stood vigilant atop the tower of kravamoruk which stood at the border of the under-dark and its enemies. It was under his gaze that he saw a large army of cave leeches mustering their forces in revenge against the dwarves. Seeing the war path they would follow, he gathered his sons and daughters to the tower and began training them.  He taught them how to use their anger that was rooted within his line and channel it into a fury that would strengthen them tenfold.  And so, unbeknownst to most who dwelled in the city, did a battle rage in the under-dark. Dwarven steel meeting tooth and claw in a siege that would not end for 3 days, for the monsters assailed them in the legions yet the dwarves fought with the fury of ten. Each that fell took at least a dozen with them, large groups of Cave leeches hewn down and cut to bits in their righteous fury. It was there on the fourth day that smoke rose from the tower and King Urguan dispatched a company of dwarven warriors to investigate.  Atop a pile of corpses were the dwarves led by Yavok, drenched in a glowing green that held their forms in the dark. These creatures in later years would be known as Cave Leeches and it is rumoured that their loss was so tremendous that  their race was lessened in both strength and pride, the fury of the Irehearted seared into their hive minds.

 

After the battle was won, Yavok counted the dead and proclaimed his oath  fulfilled, the very one he had sworn several years ago. A dark thought lingered in his mind however, for even with the death of so many hated foes, it did not matter. Great beasts of the deep still lurked somewhere in the under dark and so Yavok renewed his oath. For the rest of his days he would continue to protect the dwarves, seeking out terrors and nameless things to slay…


 

Author’s Message

Several millennia have passed since the battle at the Tower of kravamoruk and yet today the Irehearts are still renowned for the fury they wield into battle in their constant struggle to uphold the oath their founding father made during the days of Urguan himself.  From the Golden age and the passing of time, many of his line have led the dwarves to countless victories. His descendants would slay dragons, nameless beasts, and even banish Khorvad back into prison.  From this Elder Clan of Yavok do the dwarves learn the vigilance of protection, the ferocity of battle, and the bravery of those who would stand for kith and kin.

The Remembrancers tell this story as blood oaths are not sworn lightly even to this day and it is to Yavok and his kin that paved the way for such a tradition. To this end does his line still endure and the crown of the dwarven Kings still glow.  - Kazrin Starbreaker

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