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This is a first draft from the Army Book I’m putting together:
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The History of Despair
Long ago when the Dwarven race was young, the Kin spread across the world. Up the spine of the World�?Ts Edge they toiled, mining and crafting, and celebrating brotherhood. Grigni and Grimir and Valaya walked with them still, and all was good.
Then the Dwarfs reached the Zorn Uzkul, and some where disheartened and turned back to the south, to delve deeper, as they where afraid of the northern realm. Meanwhile the braver and wiser Kin did venture north across the Zork Uzkul, and seeing the wealth of the scarred and battered land, did settle atop it better to devise its excavation.
But then the gates in the sky did fall, and the Daemons came. The cities of the braver Kin where besieged and none did come to aid them. In the west, the kin there cowered in their holds and sealed themselves behind their stone gates like younglings. Even within the cities of the braver kin where those who desired to cower in their halls.
Then the call came from the bravest of the Kin, a call to arms. Their gods having abandoned them, the brave kin called forth the powers of the land they lived in: Hashut, the Bull of Dark Fire, god of the forge. Soon the brave where arrayed in new battle gear forged with the blessings of Hashut.
With blades of woe they did venture forth and slew the Daemon hordes around them. Those who tarried where soon enslaved by Hashut�?Ts disciples to their own ends. Also where the cowards in their midst done away with and vengeance sworn against the western kin who had betrayed and abandoned them.
For generations, the sons of Hashut laboured and did mine the wealth of the Plain of Zharr. And then one day, the high priest was granted a vision and the work began.
Hashut held Morrslieb in the sky and obscured the sun. And in a single night, the Priests set to the great mountain of obsidian which they carved down and became the great ziggurat-city of Mingol Zharr-Naggrund. In thanks, the brethren built atop it a mighty temple to the Bull-Father.
But the Sons of the Bull where few, and did need aid. And so with the Bull-Father�?Ts blessing, they set about the conversion of the greenskins to their cause, and brought them enlightenment and prosperity. Even did they seek to better their new allies and make them stronger, until such time as the thankless wretches threw off out friendship & fled, scarring our nation.
But now, we delve to this day, in hopes of one day reclaiming our home in the west, and bringing justice against the cowards who once abandoned us.
- As written by High Father Dogol, Priest of Hashut.