TEEbrown

It is my opinion that lore writing has many freedoms to it as the lore has many open ends that need to be filled. As long as it can reasonably fit in with the rest of the lore, I'm sure no one would have a problem with it. Also, I read over your clan lore and I don't see any reason why it wouldn't be implemented.

Simply beautiful. :3

By all means, if you have interesting stories or lore to add, please do! Just as long as it is not far fetched. :P Dwarven lore should be filled with stories and books as such, to pass down to the younger generations. If you decide to do so, remember to add it to this collection on the wiki. http://www.lordofthecraft.net/wiki/wikka.php?wakka=Dwarves#hn_Dwarven_Literature

"'nd ov yah tew, dun forget t'at brot'er. Fer yah can do w'at I cannae. Ahm to tired to lead once again, so ah will do my part in recallin' th' toimes ov old." Bazian smiles a wrinkled smile and places his hand on Valen's shoulder ever so briefly. He turns and looks surprised to see Longbeard. "By Dungrimm's 'airy arse, th' only dwarf left in th' Grandaxe bloodloine t'at 'as ah longer beard den I!" Bazian begins to ramble about old times with Longbeard and Valen as old dwarves usually do. [updated: Added second chapter]

Nudges Bael with his elbow. "Maybe yah shuld give th' youn' lad un more day ov freedom at th' brothel, eh?" Bazian gives 'im a smirk as he says, "Oh 'nd dun forget to invite ah ol' dwarf eidder," hinting to himself.

After the harassment of the Teutons in Kal'Karik, Bazain approaches Kilgrim with the intent of getting him to write in the Book of Grudge. For all dwarven kin I bear this grudge. It seems appropriate that the first grudge written be one of united dwarves concerning the matter. I, Bazian Grandaxe, bear this grudge against the Teutonic Order, specifically the two dwarves known as, Dain and Brudah. The order itself has made a great enemy of the dwarves from the time Mirtok took up as it's master. Particular inquiries include; Heretical speaking in Kal'Karik, stating "I will enslave your race!", attacks against Kal'Anart during diplomatic meetings, disowning their own race as dwarves (specifically Dain and Brudah), many skirmishes between the two groups and the treachery from revealing the location of the hidden halls of Khaz'a'Zharr, to our greatest enemy the Orcs, allowing them in the sacking of it. As they have caused us with the loss of dwarven blood, so too they must have this grudge fulfilled with blood. We do not forget, and to those that renounce themselves as dwarves, be known that we will not take mercy on you. In fact, we will seek you out the most.

After the chanting dies down a bit, Bazian sits back down with a half empty mug in hand. He turns to his brother Valen smiling, still dizzy from the hype of the chanting. "T'ese youn' lads never cease to amaze me. Always wit' 'aste t'ey go, seems like th' pace quickens every year!" Bazian gives out a hearty laugh, being had his fith or sixth pint, he is in quite a jolly mood. Although, his face quickly turns a bit sour and serious, just for a moment. "It seems though, t'at t'ey ought to follow th' proper ways ov doin' t'ins'. Best t'ey learn t'at we olden dwarves 'ave a certian way ov doin' t'ins', eh? Ah mus' go speak wit' Kilgrim." He bids his farewell to Valen and slaps a bit of chipped gold on the counter to cover his tab. Bazian staggers off in hopes to find Kilgrim so that they may speak.

Since there are no real for runners on dwarven lore, I am just going to assume this is accepted, unless someone has any objections to this.

Grandaxe Clan: The Exiled Ones [A history focused on the events of the Blackaxe Clan]

Part III: The Two become as One The "Unstable Times", as we know them, began right after the exodus of the Ironguts to the coronation of the Paragon Kjell. The time that I take you to now, had just begun after these events starting with King Kjell in the seat of power. Up to this point in history, the Braveaxe and Blackaxe clans have had a good number of distinguished dwarves involved in the matters of politics on the council or on the throne. This is to say, that we where well thought of through out the dwarven kingdom and through the our dwarven brothers as a whole. The only dwarves that we didn't get along with at this time where the Ironguts, which still held some grudges over the Braveaxes for stripping Hiebe Irongut's nobility away in those long passed days of Kal'Karik. This was not uncommon, seeing as many of us dwarves have held grudges much longer than that. Alas, this grudge would end once the two clans would reunite under the elder name, Grandaxe. Yet, I jump too far ahead in this tale. You might be thinking to yourself, "How could this come to pass? The records have been scattered, and the name gone!" Interesting enough, we relearned it from the lips of a most curious lad, Hodor Braveaxe, son of Thrain, brother to Thorik. Now, you may have heard some tales about this lad, yelling his name into combat like a brave fool, but I assure you, his word is to be trusted as Thorik himself, during the days of his Kingship, gave him his blessing. The tale of Hodor is quite unknown to me and to most dwarves, yet he had a tale to tell me none the less, one of exile. Yes, the very story that was hidden by Thrain, the one that was the basis for my two previous books concerning the true history of the Grandaxe clan. He was there, yet only as a beardling. But he knew the truth none the less. I was initially very much taken back by this statement, unsure if I should trust it. Alas, others reassured me that he could be trusted in his word, namely Gimrik Braveaxe and Broski Braveaxe, both that know hold the name of Grandaxe, but at the time we hailed them as such. Because of Hodor's statement, a great meeting was to be held at the caverns of Mount Ire of Braveaxes and Blackaxes, a meeting of such that had not occurred in hundreds of years. In the darkened halls of the mountain, Hodor conveyed this story of old to a crowd of dwarves. After the story was told, the two clans conversed for many a good hour, until the lateness of night was upon them and they grew weary. The two clans had not a doubt in the world that this story was true and that they knew that they would once again all become brothers under the name Grandaxe, alas it is in our dwarvish nature to over analyze and make sure that this has been looked at every angle, as to not make mistakes. These sort of things take much time, in dwarven culture, as even the wisest would take weeks maybe even months to confirm a matter of this magnitude. After about a month of looking through dusty tomes of records and talking amongst the elders, it was agreed that the clans of Braveaxes and Blackaxes held the same bloodline and are indeed eachother's kin. In light of this new discovery, both clans agreed to hold the same name and receive eachother's burdens. This was officialized by the eldest of the Braveaxe clan, and current clan lord at the time, Longbeard Braveaxe, declaring Thrain's grudge fulfilled which officially made the Blackaxe clan dwarves unmarked as exiles. And so ends the tales of the Braveaxe and Blackaxes clans, and re-begins the tale of the clan Grandaxe. May we be ever knowing, through the knowledge of Ogradhad, Bazian Grandaxe.

Part II: The Axes Cross Many years have passed since Decks and his closest kin where exiled from Kal'Urguan and branded as Blackaxes by their own kin. As nomads without a home, we set out unto the world of Aegis, not knowing if we would ever find home again. Having friends in the kingdom of men, we traveled to the lands of Oren. Upon arrival we found out of place and without purpose. The land here was cut from the timbers of the forest, the sun hot and dry during the day, not a place for a dwarf. Not to mention that we where in constant fear of our vengeful kin tracking us down in Al'Khazar. Having spoken to some of the more outspoken humans, we where able to purchase a mountain face in the far reaches of the north. It was of no use to the humans as it was too far out of the way and too costly to build, so they where happy to take some dwarven gold from the deal. So we traveled to the lands of the north, passed the fledgling town of Snowy Fields, across the great bridge of ice, and around the icy hold of Winterfell. The lands this far north where wild with beasts and strange occurrences alike. It was no place for fooling around. We build our home as towers atop the mountain range and we connected these towers by means of an elongated walls. It was build much like a fortress as was necessary in the harsh wilds of the north. This became our home which was dubbed by Decks as Kal'Domhain. I will tell you no more about the tales of the Blackaxe clan as I intend to write an entire book about such tales. Now back to the story at hand. Such was the bitter cold of the north brought not a happy song to our towers. It was a harsh life, a hard life, not a life that one would want to live but had to endure. For it was not our choice, we where exiled. But then the tune had changed. We caught word through our human friends that Mad King Charles, as we called him in the day, has stepped down and produced a new king, King Algrim of the Irongut clan. We also caught word that Thrain was killed in a mighty battle against orcs. So with this news, we gathered in the main hall to discuss our motives. It was decided, by the majority, that we would head back to Kal'Urgauan and leave our hardships behind. Although, there where two that disagreed, Decks and Gulik. Grady also did not agree on so easily return, as was the grudges of older dwarves at the time, but he would not see his kin be left in the dark upon the return to Kal'Urguan. So he and the rest of the Blackaxe clan returned to Kal'Urguan, save Decks and Gulik that remained in Kal'Domhain and never heard from again. It was the corruption of the north by the undead and the falling of Snowy Fields that cut us off from them. Yet, I still feel strongly in my heart that they are still there, drinking heartily and proving themselves against the harsh elements of the wilderness. There was no grand feast or cheering as we returned to Kal'Urguan. There was only grim faces and turned heads as we passed through the underground streets. We where still disliked by most dwarves at the time, only holding friends in the Goldhand clan that solely resided in, now independent, Alras. Friend or no friend, we endured, just as we had in the far reaches of the norther peaks. Once settled, it was agreed that I would take Decks' place as clan lord as I was the oldest of the brothers and Grady was not well. I at the time was a fool of a beardling, not knowing much about leadership. My father, Decks, only taught me only of things that I could touch, like hunting or fighting with an axe, things of that nature. I knew nothing of leadership or of politics. Alas, gradually I learned, for again I had no choice. Not unlike my predicament in the northern mountains, it was not a life I would want to live but one I would have to endure. Slowly but surely, we started to gain some respect of our dwarven cousins just mearly by living here. It wasn't until the coronation of King Thorik Braveaxe, as he was called at the time, that we where fully accepted by the clans of Kal'Urguan. For Thorik did not become king by the usual means. Nay, he became king through a war council, by means of takeover. The previous king before him, King Gotrek, went peacefully and even blessed Thorik's reign. But again, this is a tale for another time. Old King Thorik instated a new king of government for the first time in dwarven history since Urguan crashed his pickaxe against the stone mountain of Kal'Urguan, hallowing out the city. He replaced the council members of old with his own hand picked ones, many bearing the name of Braveaxe. But there was one that caught the eyes of many dwarves. Selected as his second, named Grand Councillor of Politics, sat Valen Blackaxe, my brother. Now you may know the name Valen from such tales as when he ventured into the depths of the nether or when he faced two drakes by himself, locked away behind rune enchanted doors, surviving both times I might add. But this was Valen when his tales first begin, still young. He caught Thorik's eye as a Longbeard which where what we called our guard captains in the day. None the less, Thorik and Valen's bond would cement the Braveaxe and Blackaxe clans in a lasting friendship. Up to this point in history, most of the dwarves that where around when we where exiled where either dead or no in the right mind for remembering such things. So most of the knowledge that this ever happened disappeared from the minds of most dwarves. That saying that the Blackaxes and Braveaxes where once one clan, that is. You see, the old clan lord Thrain had the name Grandaxe changed to Braveaxe anywhere he could find it written or chiseled. He made sure that no one would ever know that the now Braveaxe clan where ever associated with the Blackaxe clan. It was these actions that aided in the forgetting of such happenings, as it is my belief that it was Thrain's intention to do so. As the years of Thorik's reign went on, the eyes of Thorik grew very trusting towards Valen. He gave the Blackaxe many difficult tasks in politics and relations towards other nations. Many a time, Valen held council with other races of friend and foe. For this was no easy task, to weave words in a way that will make any individual wanting to hear more. Alas, Valen served, and served well. And he did this from the beginnings of the Second Great Orc wars, passed the Great Battle of Alras, to the end days of Aegis. When the destruction of Aegis occurred, Valen vanished, never to be seen until after the murder of his dear friend Thorik, many years later. It was after Thorik's murder that his younger brother Broski took up the crown and changed the government structure yet again. With the coronation of Broski and the loss of Kal'Karik that brought upon us the Unstable Times. The new governmental structure worked as three kings where crowned. One Grand king, Broski Bravaxe; one War King, Gimrik Braveaxe; and lastly me the King of Commerce. For then, we ruled, and we began to feel like brothers again, even though we didn't know of our bloodline, somehow we felt it and it gave us strength. So ends this chapter of the story of Grandaxe. May we be ever knowing, through the knowledge of Ogradhad, Bazian Grandaxe.

Another fresh tome lays across a storeclerk's counter. The title is inlead in a flashing gold reading... Upon opening to the first page, it shows a impressed seal of twin axes crossing, the seal of the Grandaxe clan. Part I: The Exile Prologue: Being an old dwarf of the Grandaxe clan, it has come the time where I must take up the quill instead of the axe. Seeing as I am too old for such things that I was able to do in my youth. That being said, in these next pages I intend to narrate the great history of the Grandaxe clan, of my own kin. ________________________________________________________________ The year was 1302, during the reign of King Charles, and the times of separation was upon the great clan, Grandaxe. Up to this point in history, us Grandaxes have lived prosperously in Kal'Urguan since the time of Bogrin Grandaxe's birth, and our name derived from the keenness for axe mastery. We Grandaxes always prided ourselves on our ability to wield an axe in combat. Although, there where some disputes among the Grandaxe kin on when we should use our ancestral abilities. Late in that year, during the reign of King Charles, a human thief stole a good deal of iron from the proud dwarven king. Infuriated, the dwarven King Charles, current ruler of Kal'Urguan, declared total war upon the kingdom of men known as Oren by marching the Legion, in it's fullest, upon Al'Khazar. This proved problematic for the Grandaxe clan as they where mountain dwarves and prone to traveling to and from Al'Khazar, gaining many friends in the process. A few of the Grandaxes, most notably Decks, did not wish to go to such a war. Their mountain dwarf cousins, those of Kal'Alras, faced a similar problem as they attempted to stay neutral in the matter only to be hit by a fine of 128 pieces of diamond for their disloyalty to the King of Kal'Urguan. Decks Grandaxe was the outspoken dwarf in this matter. Being the forthright dwarf that he was, young and foolish, he openly spoke out his opinions which where against the King's war. During one such speech the King Charles made before marching the Legion to war, Decks decided to make a scene by shouting out against the war. The shouting went a bit like this. "We fight our friends to fix th' King's pockets?!" "Down wit' th' Mad King, I will not fight his wars!" "What ov Kal'Alras, we fight them too?!" So loud and arrogant was Decks, that the King ordered him to be brought front and center. Upon being brought up to the stage in Kal'Urguan's forum, King Charles adressed him, as recorded by a rememberancer there already writing down his speech. "You see this lads? This be the arrogance and foolishness that ought not be spoken in our grand city! Before you is a coward, one that dares not draw his axe against the enemies of the king and Kal'Urguan. Even the Gods have given him the strength to wield the axe as with his bloodline, a Grandaxe. I will allow the Grandaxe lord to decide his fate, Thrain will you approach?" The current clan lord of the Grandaxes was the son of Bogrim, Thrain. His bulky statue ensured the rumors of the Grandaxe's ability of axe mastery, he was the pinnacle of a soldier-dwarf. His presence on the forum stage, for lack of a better word, "dwarfed" those around him. "Thank you great King Charles and let me reaffirm that us Grandaxes hold true to Kal'Urguan and will cut down any foe that seeks to challenge us. As for this, coward..." But then it breaks off. The rememberancer begins to tell of how two dwarves, Gulik and Grady, ambush the stage for the intent of joining his brother in his predicament. They where all bunched together mostly due to Thrain's massive size putting them there. His speech then continues. "Look before my kin, these brothers ov ours are nothing but cowards! They have disgraced our great name given to us by Urguan himself! Cowards that hide in the dark, black as the deepest of the caves in which they cower. Let these dwarves forever be known as Blackaxes, banished from Kal'Urguan. We will take up the name Braveaxes, for bravery runs strong within us, and I for one will have shared the name Grandaxe with such dishonorable dwarves!" And so the once great Grandaxe clan splits into two clans. One of Blackaxe, exiled and alone, the other Braveaxe, honorable but dwindling as the three brothers took their closest kin among with them. The now Blackaxes headed for the north seeking help from their human friends. May we be ever knowing, through the knowledge of Ogradhad, Bazian Grandaxe.

Don't hope, expect them. ;)

Dem Ironguts are everywhere yo. Need sum of dem udder clans. :P

You look upon a new book, fresh off the printing presses. Upon opening it, you hear the crackling of the paper and the smell of ink almost coated in the book. The first page reveals a symbol of two axes crossing, symbolizing a work of the Grandaxe clan, usually just a way to promote the kin's clan. You continue reading... In my findings through various old texts of dwarven and non- dwarven nature, I have successfully abridged the forgotten time before King Simmpa to the time of his reign. To the best of my knowlage, there are no living dwarves that have survived through the days before King Simmpa. To this account, my findings will be based of the old texts. As you all well know, the reign of King Simmpa came into being in the most unknown circumstances. That which you do not know is the event that took place before King Simmpa came into power, an even of most devious and dishonorable context. Let it be known, that this horrific event, forgotten, will be called, "The Great Collapse." The times before the Great Collapse where of a king named Thorgarn's reign. For what I have read so far, his reign was nothing out of the ordinary. It was an uneventful reign, which the only interesting part that I could find was some mess about subterranean potatoes that where found. It was only until I found this journal that gave me the most shock. This old, broken journal has but a few legible pages (As most old literature had) but it had the most revealing facts amongst those pages. I will share the legible pieces of that journal with you and let you cast judgement upon them before I depict my own. "Something ov this day was off. I cannae feel the the hard hitting anvils amongst the stone. As I hit the stone with my pick, she shook in fear, a sort of fear not dawned by natural causes... ...mines shake. Our crew ascends the tunnels as we do when the stone shakes with anger. The crew leader takes our headcount before we enter the main hall. The ascent was strange, the stone shook even stronger which did not make sense. We where farther away from it's hammer crashing on an anvil heart. How could such a quake intensify, such a precise hit that it felt as if the forge god Yemkar was hard at work?... ...adness, everywhere! The iron-born protectors of the king where slaughtering the crafting and elder dwarves alike. They burn our works, dwarven books cast into the fiery magma of the freshly chiseled moat of the king's subterranean castle. Me closest kin 'n I have taken refuge with the clans, Goldhand and Frostbeard, 'n the forests outside Kal'Urgu... ...must be on the move, no more time. Let it be known on this day that Thorgarn is no king of dwarves. Urguan be with us al..." Albeit, it was broken with missing sections, it gives us insight. To my own discontent, I was unable to deuce the clan of which Thorgarn belonged to. For this, his dishonorable kin have been sharing their burden with the rest of us, whether they realize it or not. Regardless, much history was lost in the Great Collapse as well as the throne. Until, of course, King Simmpa rallied the dwarves back to Kal'Urguan, once again making it a haven for all dwarven kind. As I read the last of this dusty, broken diary, I fear as our past may be forever lost. Let us never forget the deeds of Thorgarn. For when the day comes that the clan of the dishonorable be brought to the light of Yemkar's glowing anvil, may they answer for every life lost at the hands of this slaughterer of kin! May we be ever knowing, through the knowledge of Ogradhad, Bazian Grandaxe.

[Looks like forum RP it is lol]

Bazian walks up beside Kilgrim and nudges him with his elbow. "Seems as all th' youn'ins' lead to 'aste. None ov t'is sort ov t'in' wuld ever 'appen back 'n Kal'Urguan, eh?"

A concept for the entrance. And... NEED MOAR STATUES!

I would say, build shrines through out the city, then build a temple to conduct religious ceremonies. You say that people don't respect the gods and such like that. That is because most dwarves do not know them truely. Teach dwarves at these shrines, bring the religion to light. I think this will fix that problem.

Bazian smiles as he sees his old friend making his way through the grand gates of Kal'Karik. He approaches him and helps him with his things, saying a few reassuring words. "My friend, do not fret. Th' majesty ov Kal'Anart will remain unwavering, standin' th' test ov toime. Yah work will stand as a remoinder ov th' greatness ov th' dwarves 'nd ov it's clan. Let it beh known t'at Oghren built th' grand 'old ov Kal'Anart, ah monument ter th' architecture ov dwarves."

Places his hand on Valen's shoulder as he still casts his gaze upon Kazraden. "Brot'er, th' Gold'ands will 'ave t'eir toime ter explain w'en th' grudge is written. Ov course, it is not in our way ter beh 'asty in such t'ins'. Kazraden mus' take it ter th' book 'imself, fer it is th' proper way."

"Yah fail ter see th' fault in yah actions. Yah mus' respect th' order ov which t'ins' mus' go, fer weh are not loike th' youn' beardlin', always rushin' fer everyt'in'. T'ese t'ins' 'ave order 'nd mus' beh shown jus' respect jus' as yah mus' show th' lords respect." Shoots him a darting glance, emphasizing that last remark. "Dun make meh question yah 'onor next toime. Follah th' order ov t'ins', 'nd respect yah lords."

Grumbles at Kazraden, turns around and quickly shouts as he passes him. "Alroight Starbreaker, ah 'ave jus' 'ad 'bout enough ov yah arrogance! Show sum respect ter th' th' lords 'nd ov th' laws t'at weh 'ave put 'n place. Yah 'ave no roight 'n burnin' lads cause yah got ah problem wit' 'em, t'is will beh nay done. Yah will brin' t'is matter ter th' book ov grudge." Bazian stamps his foot in a bit of anger.

Noticing the many notices of this around Kal'Karik, Bazian quickly heads to the hall of the Clegry to find the High Prophet. "Kazraden Starbreaker, ah see yah 'ave ah ah few problehms wit' t'ese Gold'ands. Alt'ough, yah 'ave not done t'is properly. It is by dwarven law t'at yah mus' take any grievances to th' Grudge book. Come, follah meh ter th' book." Bazian motions for Kazraden to follow. [ http://www.lordofthecraft.net/forum/index.php?/topic/70059-the-book-of-three/ ]