Gorum's Charge (Dwarven Tome.)

[Kairn. 17]

(note that this lore is intended for dwarven roleplay: it is based on actual events on the server, and written from a dwarven perspective. All propaganda and grandeur is intentional, and I hope you'll enjoy reading.)

 

*You pick up a hefty tome, and drop it onto the nearest reading desk. The cover is bronze, with oxidized copper accenting patterned across it's surface. The Title is written in modern Dwarvish, and translates into "Gorum's Charge." The book bears no lock, and you are able to open it with a grunt and a heave.  Inside you find a collection of preserved stone slabs, each bound to the outer layer by thick rings of various common metals, predominantly iron. *

 

*~You begin reading...*

 

Tensions 'tween tha elves oh Mali'nur an' tha Dorfs uv Urguan had risen te tha point' oh violence on tha Isles uv' Elysium. Dorfin pris'ners 'ad been freed frum tha knife'ears jail, an'stead oh disc'ah'plin'n ther' own lads, prince Khel'd demanded counsel wiff'tha "Under-dwellers." As 'ee called us. Te' Elfin princeling demanded 'fir us tah come tue'im, in tha middle uv 'is lands, an 'e had tha nerve te say "bring no armmehs" ....As'f we were 'bout tah let dat 'appen.

 

I dun know who gave the orders, but soon's tha call was made tha legion g't reddeh'n plans. I wuz in tha Militia ranks, an'we were at the back once the column 'ad been assembled. On tha light'uv dawn, dwarves were pourin' from the mountianhomes an' marchin' tue Maleh-nur. Tha round was 'ard, but know'en dared tah impede a Dorfen battle march! The trip tue malleh was nothin'ta boast about, mostleh dorfs bein crammed in tha stone-clad 'Bearded Lady.' Excitment brewed in'er hull: While tha lads polished boots'n helms, hammers were tested on tha dummehs, an' my Cross-bow was sturdy as stone.

 

We were dropped off by tha Beach an' told where teh meet up in tha harbor. Needless teh say, many a dwarven Ale-gut'd been emptied frum dat voyage... But we were readdeh tah bring hon'ur fir our clans an' all Dwarf Kind. When all tha platoons'd been gathered under the shade'oh elven sails in the market distr'ct, we began teh make quoite a ruckus! Shields an' axes were banged 'n' clanged until we got tha attention oh tha Knife-ear king 'imself, an'ee was none too pleased with these mighty dwarves standin' on's doorstep. Ther' was much talk'n lolleh-gaggin about before the quarrel'in began 'fir real, an' I c'n tell ye I wasn't tha Dwarf tah start it. 

 

The Elven ranks wer' filled with uruk mercenaries an' pompous tall folk from every foul camp'n Malleh, while the Dwarven ranks were lined with well diciplined troops. We were loike a well oiled machine. standin' shoulder tah shoulder, but them 'fair-folk' new these lands better th'n we did. I was hold'n my line, on tha fisher-folks hovels by tha docks, dwarven cross bow men hidin' behind e'rry wall we could find. Clashin' with tha elven front was'nae tha hard part, t'was there archers who wer' given us three flavors oh hell!

 

It Soon became apperent tha whut'ever we did, these elves'ud just keep draggin ther' wounded away an' replacin'em with fresh reserves. Tha commanders Called full retreat, an' we were loosin' bolts loike no tomorrow teh cover our kin as they moved out oh tha market-town. I cannae list all tha brave Dorfs who gave ther lives that day, but let it be carved that we would 'nae have lived if it wer'nt fir Gorum an' his comrades.  He stood bruised and weary on tha front loine as both our flanks folded, readdeh teh flee at a moments notice. tha leafy-Prince Kjell sae our strife, an' sent's men tah charge ours in force, but 'eed 'ave tah git through Gorum an's lads tah do that. The Dwarven warriors rallied an' led a glorius counter-charge intah ev'ry weaklin' elf in sight, an' not a man was spared ther wrath! This was when mah squadron was ordered teh pull back fir safer ground, an' we left with empty quivers an' grim faces.

 

The story goes that Gorum was able teh cover our escape, an lead a brave few out tha side uv' the thick elven ranks. 'Twas a day mourning fir our lost kin, and many a drink was 'ad, an' none could deny that Gorum's brave few allowed a major'ty oh legionairres'n militia tah escape alive. Gorum was grant'd lordship for his valiant efforts by high king Omithiel....Among other tasks performed fir tha mountain homes.

 

Carved'n'compiled by: Kairn oh clan Stormborn.

[Charles_Grimlie 1072]

*The Paragon finishes reading the Dwarvish text and decides to approach the beardling who wrote it with a complaint.*

"Oi! Ah'm nae leafy prince, Ah'm a bludeh Dwarvish Lord an' Paragon. Me finks ye need ta fix dis!"

[Kairn. 17]

*The Paragon finishes reading the Dwarvish text and decides to approach the beardling who wrote it with a complaint.*

"Oi! Ah'm nae leafy prince, Ah'm a bludeh Dwarvish Lord an' Paragon. Me finks ye need ta fix dis!"

*Kairn bumps into Kjell in the main hall.* "Ah did'nae mean you, Paragon. I was talkin' uv 'k'H'el oh the dark elves." 

 

(couldn't find any spelling errors, but Khel is what the current prince of Malinor is going by.)

[KoTo 610]

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