The Dwarven Wars

An seen two odd lookin Dwarves there, an a few of the townsfolk as well. They was uttering that gutteral Dwarvish tongue, of which I understood nary a bit, being a half-elf an all, but seemed tae nae be threatening. Well, nobody could understand em, none of us being short an hairy folk, but we tried fer a spell. Then, a Berserker entered the market, seen them little fellas, an went plumb crazy, swung his axe about like he was a chef choppin onions. I regret I nae recall the lads name, but I rememeber it began with a D...anyhow, after he was down twirling that axe about, there was two headless dwarves, an two heads, an lots a blood on the ground. Well, I was quite young, but e'en then nere approved much a those what bash Innocents, so I was perturbed with this Serker, an what he did tae them foreign fellas. He had no remorse, was quite proud he slew them, to be precise.

Well, we din't know then, but soon found out, one of them two lil Dwarven fellas was the nephew of the Dwarven King, an was sent from their Isle as an emissary to make treaties with the folks of Moorgate. Well, dwarves er known tae get riled up fairly easily, an this King was no exception. Within days, a Dwarven armadda was in the harbor, bombarding the town with catapaults shooting boulders and fireballs, an with invasion parties attacking us. Moorgate was aflame, severly damaged, an many folks perished in the invasion, but it was repelled. They sailed back tae their isle tae regroup fer a second attack. Well, we nae sat on er laurels neither, beat down, hurt, but defiant, we wasn't gonna let er town get sacked. Many of us were nae happy bout why the war had begun, we felt sympathy fer the King, an his loss of a family member, but again, we wasn't gonna let anyone sack the town an kill us, regardless of why. So, we got taegether, led by Yanqui an Dunraven. wait fer a second attack? Moorgatians? never! We formed up ranks, an set sail on 2 large ships, fer their isle, takin the battle tae them. We was attacked at sea by all sorts a critters...Kraken, sharks, water dragons an such, but eventually we made the shore of the Dwarven Isle. Well, there we was, on the shore, so we formed up ranks an headed fer their town. We fought past their walls, takin heavy losses, but we was determined. Eventually we made it all the way tae the King's throne room, an there he was. He was quite upset, an had nae thought us capable of such a counterattack. anyways, several wanted tae rush em an finish the war, but I, the gods know why, being a young fella with no notoriety, an in those days, mostly quiet, I spoke out, an hollered stop! I proposed we make a treaty, as we all knew why the war had started, an settle the score, pay them dwarves well fer construcion projects an such, have peace, an such guf as that. They all listened, many concurred, but then hotter heads prevailed, an they said something bout the King's mother, got em all riled up again, an the battle was joined. Them dwarven guards of his an he himself were mighty tough, but in the end, they perished. Sad day, that, so avoidable, the whole thing. In the end, the dwarves had a new king, an a treaty was made, so now they do all er construction projects fer us, slow they work, but quality work indeed. Hmmm.. Who was there ye ask? I doan remember em all, but I will list who I recall being there..Yanqui, Dunraven, Goldenaxe, Sweetrabbit, Chel, Rrbhaunoch, Sabin, perhaps Vorlock, perhaps FJ was as well, me memory fails me...I ave an idea .. ifn ye was there post after the tale, I was there. Thats the tale of the Dwarven wars, from ages ago... An thats all I ave tae say bout that

Cynthor