02-09-2016, 07:41 PM
The fortresses of Lord Vondik Bloodsunder sat snuggled safely in a mountain that was rich with refining metal and stone. With the material from the earth the skilled dwarven blacksmith created powerful weapons and exquisite jewelry. Dwarves are courageous fighters, explorers and treasure seekers. The average dwarf is steady, observant and composed both on the battlefield and deep inside the world's crust.
The have the appearance of being short, stout creatures but, smaller than humans and taller than gnomes. Do not think that you can take advantage of them because of their size, they rely on their robustness and strength. It is known throughout the kingdoms that dwarves easily lose their temperament and self-restraint when exposed to conditions stirring their thoughts and actions. All great things in life seem to have one drawback and for them, it was their fondness for drinking.
The Lord’s guard resembled small earthen clay creatures consisting of living stone. These pint-sized warriors use rage, with fierce zeal and persistence whenever they find it necessary. A creation of pure strength, these men would give their very last breath to protect their lord. Bloodsunder was confident that when the battle call sounded, his guard would rise up to defend their families and allies with unmatched valor and heroics.
The furious clip clop of the dwarves worn leather boots echoed throughout the walkways suspended in air, that paved the way deep inside the fortress of the mountain. This castle was designed so that if enemies raided the halls, the walkways could easily be destroyed, making penetrating the city much more difficult. As this miniature warrior made his way past the desolate rock pathways a heavy weight laid on his heart. He was fearful because he did not bear good news for his Lord. He finally approached the heavy steel door, roughly swallowing as the lord's guard pushed it open with a loud moan.
Inside, this grand throne room sat Lord Bloodsunder, guardian of stone and one of the furiousness fighters that ever lived south of The Dwarf King’s kingdom. He sat high above the rest of his court on a large steel throne constructed out of twisted shields of fallen enemies. Bloodsunder had long brown hair with braids, fastened by golden rings that decorated the sides of his war weathered face. Their lordship was decorated with a hefty white animal fur coat, crafted from a wild, blood thirsty bear.
His lord was cunning and dangerous, every interaction made with the dwarf leader was a game of life and death. If you lose, it may cost you your life, however if you win you were greatly rewarded.
Bowing to his lord the seasoned dwarf commander stated “Me lord I bring bad news.”
Lord Vondik Blundsunder said nothing, as his pierced the old man's, not shifting his gaze.
“Tha trolls strength be greater than we anticipated.” the warrior stuttered, his eyes never leaving the polished rock floor.
“Continue.” The lord commanded while he toyed with a massive glimmering stone on his thick finger.
“We followed tha scent of tha prime ta tha underground cave ye were lookin' for. Upon judgment, we released tha drakes, killin' plenty of troll scum. But tha human prime protected ye savages which were nae expected.” the scout paused for a moment while the sound of his heartbeat filled his eardrums.
“Tell me about this prime, tha village, and anythin' else ye think has importance.” the dwarf leader inquired as he sat up upon his throne listening intently to his commander tell him everything he could recall from memory.
“Forgive me my lord.” the warrior pleaded as he struggled to find air in his chest.
Bloodsunder took a moment to respond before saying “Dinna worry soldier, ye did yer duties ta that best of yer ability.” rising and placing a heavy hand on the commander's shoulders, “Rise.”
The lord waved his hand to a scantily clad dwarven slave girl who brought over a tray of large drinking horns, filled with a strong spiced mulled drink. “Interest ye on a pint?” Bloodsunder asked while he began to walk with him toward a corridor behind the thrones. The area was free overlooking the heart of the mining mountain, glowing so brightly it illuminated the throne room several hundred feet above where they stood.
“I have ta tell ye somethin'.” the lord started before sending a bone-crushing kick right in the center of the commander's chest, sending him hurling deep into the mountain. His screams echoed the rock with terror before finally becoming silent.
“Tha best of yer ability nae be good enough.” Bloodsunder spoke, grinning menacingly as he wiped the alcohol that sprayed his face as the old warrior fell to his death.
“Guards!” The lord commanded, “I want that red-haired shield maiden. By me duty as lord ta tha kin' I declare her act as treasonous ta tha crown. I want a bounty on her head, brin' her ta me alive. However, ye must stil continue yer search for other primes.”
The have the appearance of being short, stout creatures but, smaller than humans and taller than gnomes. Do not think that you can take advantage of them because of their size, they rely on their robustness and strength. It is known throughout the kingdoms that dwarves easily lose their temperament and self-restraint when exposed to conditions stirring their thoughts and actions. All great things in life seem to have one drawback and for them, it was their fondness for drinking.
The Lord’s guard resembled small earthen clay creatures consisting of living stone. These pint-sized warriors use rage, with fierce zeal and persistence whenever they find it necessary. A creation of pure strength, these men would give their very last breath to protect their lord. Bloodsunder was confident that when the battle call sounded, his guard would rise up to defend their families and allies with unmatched valor and heroics.
The furious clip clop of the dwarves worn leather boots echoed throughout the walkways suspended in air, that paved the way deep inside the fortress of the mountain. This castle was designed so that if enemies raided the halls, the walkways could easily be destroyed, making penetrating the city much more difficult. As this miniature warrior made his way past the desolate rock pathways a heavy weight laid on his heart. He was fearful because he did not bear good news for his Lord. He finally approached the heavy steel door, roughly swallowing as the lord's guard pushed it open with a loud moan.
Inside, this grand throne room sat Lord Bloodsunder, guardian of stone and one of the furiousness fighters that ever lived south of The Dwarf King’s kingdom. He sat high above the rest of his court on a large steel throne constructed out of twisted shields of fallen enemies. Bloodsunder had long brown hair with braids, fastened by golden rings that decorated the sides of his war weathered face. Their lordship was decorated with a hefty white animal fur coat, crafted from a wild, blood thirsty bear.
His lord was cunning and dangerous, every interaction made with the dwarf leader was a game of life and death. If you lose, it may cost you your life, however if you win you were greatly rewarded.
Bowing to his lord the seasoned dwarf commander stated “Me lord I bring bad news.”
Lord Vondik Blundsunder said nothing, as his pierced the old man's, not shifting his gaze.
“Tha trolls strength be greater than we anticipated.” the warrior stuttered, his eyes never leaving the polished rock floor.
“Continue.” The lord commanded while he toyed with a massive glimmering stone on his thick finger.
“We followed tha scent of tha prime ta tha underground cave ye were lookin' for. Upon judgment, we released tha drakes, killin' plenty of troll scum. But tha human prime protected ye savages which were nae expected.” the scout paused for a moment while the sound of his heartbeat filled his eardrums.
“Tell me about this prime, tha village, and anythin' else ye think has importance.” the dwarf leader inquired as he sat up upon his throne listening intently to his commander tell him everything he could recall from memory.
“Forgive me my lord.” the warrior pleaded as he struggled to find air in his chest.
Bloodsunder took a moment to respond before saying “Dinna worry soldier, ye did yer duties ta that best of yer ability.” rising and placing a heavy hand on the commander's shoulders, “Rise.”
The lord waved his hand to a scantily clad dwarven slave girl who brought over a tray of large drinking horns, filled with a strong spiced mulled drink. “Interest ye on a pint?” Bloodsunder asked while he began to walk with him toward a corridor behind the thrones. The area was free overlooking the heart of the mining mountain, glowing so brightly it illuminated the throne room several hundred feet above where they stood.
“I have ta tell ye somethin'.” the lord started before sending a bone-crushing kick right in the center of the commander's chest, sending him hurling deep into the mountain. His screams echoed the rock with terror before finally becoming silent.
“Tha best of yer ability nae be good enough.” Bloodsunder spoke, grinning menacingly as he wiped the alcohol that sprayed his face as the old warrior fell to his death.
“Guards!” The lord commanded, “I want that red-haired shield maiden. By me duty as lord ta tha kin' I declare her act as treasonous ta tha crown. I want a bounty on her head, brin' her ta me alive. However, ye must stil continue yer search for other primes.”
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