Uriel
Living EN World Judge
491 Years Past-Spring:Jewel of the World...
Cuvaghn, Jewel of the Grentrigh Clan, most splendid of all Dwarf cities, though Temperlain would soon come to lay claim to that Crown. Let them come, Grentrigh and Temperlain had ever been allies, aiding each other in all things, War,Commerce or Exploration. Cuvaghn's streets were lined with Light and Joy, marvelous dwarvish inventions and the works of Gnome Clocksmiths, a Wonder of the World, this Great Jewel.Why, only this very Year, master Endembarl, famed Wizard and Craftsman, some say the best in all the World, had made the Sceptre of Kings for King Hembrindar Grentrigh. A priceless Artifact of the Dwarves, some say that Moradin himself had a hand in it's fashioning. It is said that those few who have seen it have wept openly, such a thing of beauty is it. Oh Joy! What a time to be a dwarf!
491 Years Past-Summer:Of Dark Eyes and Dread...
The Wyrm slept fitfully. Ages it seemed that he had slumbered, while around him the minute beings worked on their futile projects,ignorant of the dread that was He .
The Wyrm opened a Baleful Eye, he had seen IT again...The Emerald, so big, it must have been the biggest one in all the World. The Dream was like before, except that this time there was a Name, a Place...Cuvaghn. The Wyrm used Powers so Arcane as to defy the studies of the puny Crippled Wizards that Man and his ilk had spawned, summoning a Fiend.
The Fiend cowered in the Presence of the Great Wyrm.
'Cuvaghn...what is Cuvaghn...'
The Fiend winced at the soft sibilant whisper that was the Wyrm's voice 'A City, oh great and Omnipotent master...a Dwarf City to the West and South of here...three days flight, maybe four.'
A Dwarf City...it had been long since the Wyrm had feasted on Dwarf-Flesh...too long indeed.
490 Years Past...Oh Gods, how could this be?
The survivors trailed into Temperlain in terror and despair.
It had happened so fast, from beneath came the Forsaken Ones , the Grey Dwarfs and the multitudes of Goblins and Orcs...and Other things, best left unmentioned.
When the defenders of the City went to counter-attack these Foes, disaster struck. From above Orcs, thousands of Orcs came, Giants and Trolls among them. The attacks seemed coordinated, but who or what could amass such a horde? The answer came all too swift.
From the air came the Wyrm, raining Death in his wake,and commanding Sorceries of a Magnitude so as to astound Cuvaghn's Mages, the Wyrm struck. Assaulted from all sides the Dwarfs were doomed. Svirfneblin and Deep Dwarf friends did what they could to help the evacuees, and the Wizards enacted the many Portals in the city, sealing them after so that none could follow, but fully 90% of the Great Clan of Grentrigh died in those dark days...and in a darkened hall, amidst the bodies of dwarfs and dining on the children of Grentrigh a Wyrm laughed and wondered at this marvelous Jewel,which had haunted him for ages,now set in a marvelous Sceptre...
Cuvaghn-Three years Past: The Great Crusade.
They had come. They had returned. they would take back their Home.
The massed Clans of the Dwarfs had come,indeed.
Hurdrinn, their Red Standards and Banners showing the Bear that was their Totem beast waving in the brisk wind, their darkened Plate and red-claw marks upon their shields.
hammers and clawed bracers at the ready, these were fierce and true Champions of Dwarfdom.
Valkorim, the Clan of the Ram, their Technology and Warmachines, their firethrowers and bombs, green pennants arrayed along the ridge above The Sorrowful City .
Bremdarull, the Clan of the the Boar, yellow and grey pennants waving in the breeze. these were the Ragers, the Berserks and among the outlanders, they were simply known as the Giantslayers. No other Clan had taken the fight to Giantkind in such numbers, with such dedication.
Clan Grentregh, remnants of the rulers of Cuvaghn. These Dwarfs had fled to al corners of the realms, fostering allies and renewing centuries old bonds of friendship just for this day. Maps and Keys were what these dwarfsbrought to this battle, as well as their Axes,Hammers and sharp spears. Prince Onbregg Grentregh stood amongst the last vestiges of his Folk, the last of his Royal Line. he would take back his homeland, he would have the Sceptre of Kings and free his Fallen City of the filth that had come to dwell there.Blue and black pennants stood perhaps the proudest of all, for theirs was the Day, this day.
Lastly Dwarves of Temperlain were amongst the Host. Knights upon Tuskers, pennants of every color and representing many Families and Clans, for temperlain had ever been a great meltingpot of Moradin's Children.
With the Blast of a horn, they descended, fully Ten Thousand Dwarfs, a Host unheard of in the history of the Land...They would take back Cuvaghn.Take it or Die...
Cuvaghn-One Year Past: Disaster.
None are sure where or when, but the Host has awakened the Wyrm of Cuvaghn. Gods what a Horror. Hundreds died in it's initial attack. The host had been steadily defeating the Goblins, the Orcs and the Forsaken Dwarfs. they had slayed many Drow and carved out a safe niche in the Old City.It had struck just as it seemed that all was finally in favor of Moradin's Children.
The unthinkable had happened. Prince Onbregg Grentrugh was killed. The Prince, having claimed to have sighted the Sceptre of Kings, recklessly challenged the Wyrm to Single Combat. Te battle was of a foregone conclusion. Grentregh no longer has an heir, no longer has a Royal Line...
Cuvaghn, Jewel of the Grentrigh Clan, most splendid of all Dwarf cities, though Temperlain would soon come to lay claim to that Crown. Let them come, Grentrigh and Temperlain had ever been allies, aiding each other in all things, War,Commerce or Exploration. Cuvaghn's streets were lined with Light and Joy, marvelous dwarvish inventions and the works of Gnome Clocksmiths, a Wonder of the World, this Great Jewel.Why, only this very Year, master Endembarl, famed Wizard and Craftsman, some say the best in all the World, had made the Sceptre of Kings for King Hembrindar Grentrigh. A priceless Artifact of the Dwarves, some say that Moradin himself had a hand in it's fashioning. It is said that those few who have seen it have wept openly, such a thing of beauty is it. Oh Joy! What a time to be a dwarf!
491 Years Past-Summer:Of Dark Eyes and Dread...
The Wyrm slept fitfully. Ages it seemed that he had slumbered, while around him the minute beings worked on their futile projects,ignorant of the dread that was He .
The Wyrm opened a Baleful Eye, he had seen IT again...The Emerald, so big, it must have been the biggest one in all the World. The Dream was like before, except that this time there was a Name, a Place...Cuvaghn. The Wyrm used Powers so Arcane as to defy the studies of the puny Crippled Wizards that Man and his ilk had spawned, summoning a Fiend.
The Fiend cowered in the Presence of the Great Wyrm.
'Cuvaghn...what is Cuvaghn...'
The Fiend winced at the soft sibilant whisper that was the Wyrm's voice 'A City, oh great and Omnipotent master...a Dwarf City to the West and South of here...three days flight, maybe four.'
A Dwarf City...it had been long since the Wyrm had feasted on Dwarf-Flesh...too long indeed.
490 Years Past...Oh Gods, how could this be?
The survivors trailed into Temperlain in terror and despair.
It had happened so fast, from beneath came the Forsaken Ones , the Grey Dwarfs and the multitudes of Goblins and Orcs...and Other things, best left unmentioned.
When the defenders of the City went to counter-attack these Foes, disaster struck. From above Orcs, thousands of Orcs came, Giants and Trolls among them. The attacks seemed coordinated, but who or what could amass such a horde? The answer came all too swift.
From the air came the Wyrm, raining Death in his wake,and commanding Sorceries of a Magnitude so as to astound Cuvaghn's Mages, the Wyrm struck. Assaulted from all sides the Dwarfs were doomed. Svirfneblin and Deep Dwarf friends did what they could to help the evacuees, and the Wizards enacted the many Portals in the city, sealing them after so that none could follow, but fully 90% of the Great Clan of Grentrigh died in those dark days...and in a darkened hall, amidst the bodies of dwarfs and dining on the children of Grentrigh a Wyrm laughed and wondered at this marvelous Jewel,which had haunted him for ages,now set in a marvelous Sceptre...
Cuvaghn-Three years Past: The Great Crusade.
They had come. They had returned. they would take back their Home.
The massed Clans of the Dwarfs had come,indeed.
Hurdrinn, their Red Standards and Banners showing the Bear that was their Totem beast waving in the brisk wind, their darkened Plate and red-claw marks upon their shields.
hammers and clawed bracers at the ready, these were fierce and true Champions of Dwarfdom.
Valkorim, the Clan of the Ram, their Technology and Warmachines, their firethrowers and bombs, green pennants arrayed along the ridge above The Sorrowful City .
Bremdarull, the Clan of the the Boar, yellow and grey pennants waving in the breeze. these were the Ragers, the Berserks and among the outlanders, they were simply known as the Giantslayers. No other Clan had taken the fight to Giantkind in such numbers, with such dedication.
Clan Grentregh, remnants of the rulers of Cuvaghn. These Dwarfs had fled to al corners of the realms, fostering allies and renewing centuries old bonds of friendship just for this day. Maps and Keys were what these dwarfsbrought to this battle, as well as their Axes,Hammers and sharp spears. Prince Onbregg Grentregh stood amongst the last vestiges of his Folk, the last of his Royal Line. he would take back his homeland, he would have the Sceptre of Kings and free his Fallen City of the filth that had come to dwell there.Blue and black pennants stood perhaps the proudest of all, for theirs was the Day, this day.
Lastly Dwarves of Temperlain were amongst the Host. Knights upon Tuskers, pennants of every color and representing many Families and Clans, for temperlain had ever been a great meltingpot of Moradin's Children.
With the Blast of a horn, they descended, fully Ten Thousand Dwarfs, a Host unheard of in the history of the Land...They would take back Cuvaghn.Take it or Die...
Cuvaghn-One Year Past: Disaster.
None are sure where or when, but the Host has awakened the Wyrm of Cuvaghn. Gods what a Horror. Hundreds died in it's initial attack. The host had been steadily defeating the Goblins, the Orcs and the Forsaken Dwarfs. they had slayed many Drow and carved out a safe niche in the Old City.It had struck just as it seemed that all was finally in favor of Moradin's Children.
The unthinkable had happened. Prince Onbregg Grentrugh was killed. The Prince, having claimed to have sighted the Sceptre of Kings, recklessly challenged the Wyrm to Single Combat. Te battle was of a foregone conclusion. Grentregh no longer has an heir, no longer has a Royal Line...
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