Recent content by Haelen Blacklocks

Haelen thundered across the ramparts, his voice loud and proud as he roared orders for the ballista to reload. Arrows flew just beyond his peripherals, some even grazing his armour and another shattering upon the crest of his shield. Blood of fallen kin began to run in rivulets along the...

The horn echoed and it was met by the defiant chant of Belgrath, it's thunderous boom reverberated throughout the echo. Hammers, picks, swords and axes slammed against shield by way of war drum. They may not have numbered many, the battle near hopeless, but the spirit of their ancestors would...

"Aye," Haelen agreed when Douglas suggested they move to the front. He hefted his shield and strode towards the outer city limits. The streets were utterly deserted now. Even those who had been left behind to continue work on traps had finished their tasks and moved back into formation. The few...

Douglas left the manor, heaving the shield as he jogged. He fled past the guards that lay on the ground. Down the barren streets, even before the war they had been near empty in this side of the city. Few Dwarves lived in the world, and those that did were so spread out. Belgrath was a shadow of...

Haelen nodded to Douglas as he received instruction. He placed his left hand over his eye and then swung with his right. His hammer slammed into the glass and it bounced back for a moment, the glass cracked as the kinetic energy dispersed, the runes unable to hold, and then erupted, the glass...

Haelen stood before the glass cabinet and took the hammer from his belt. "Aye, t'ats it," Haelen said once Douglas had caught up with him, dismissing the comment about being a grand strategist. Haelen was first and foremost an adventurer, secondly a prince. The wild, unpredictable side of his...

Haelen pulled at his beard, "Yeh magi sure arh fecken' stupid. It beh obvious, cast one o' dem illusions, scare 'em, I dun' know." The elderly dwarf prince demonstrated his vast knowledge on how magic worked, the depths of his wisdom were beyond doubt. Haelen surveyed the surrounding city and...

"Nay, did'ent sah much 'bout it, but eh am tah believe et do summon somethen.. just not ehre," Haelen replied in his thick accent, eluding to the fact that the scroll was indeed a summoning spell but the location of such a summon was not nearby. Further study into the language of the spell would...

Haelen stepped out from the tent and the militia turned to appraise him, but their silence was telling. They too were scared. Douglas was not alone. "Tha Horned Aegis," Haelen muttered, "It's 'ere. In tah city." The legendary shield was unwieldy and bulky, only capable of being held by the...

Haelen moved to the pavilions entrance and gazed out. The militia were back to work now, crude formations assembling but more akin in nature to small war parties than what the humans may call a formation. The Iron Legion veterans departed the tent and moved among the militia, directing the flow...

There was a crack in Haelens knuckles, then another from Grudgebearers nose. The venerable Dwarf stood back and shook his fist, flexing his fingers in pain. "Crap," Haelen muttered and looked at the commander who was reeling from the blow to his nose. The older Arragoth of the Iron Legion nodded...

"Some cock, eh? Ah'tleast ah got one!" Haelen grabbed his groin and gave it a firm shake, his men around him laughed at the insult. Haelen may be prince but he spent nearly his entire life beyond the realms of Dwarves, living with all races. He was an adventurer and that crude nature showed...

Haelen Blacklocks said nothing, that was agreement enough. He turned his back to Douglas so as to resume his planning of the defence. He was not in battle attire this evening, having chosen to adorn a thick robe of sheepskin and wool. He almost looked ready to be pampered were it not for his...

Haelen grumbled as Douglas mentioned the fall of Khazar. The Iron Legion members shuffled their weight from one foot to another, reminded of their failure to protect king and people. "Weh were bettah' defended t'an Belgrath," Haelen said and spat onto the ground, "T'is city has be'n rotting fer...

On the fringes of the city preparations were underway within a bustling camp. Tents were erected, firepits ignited. A camp blacksmith was seen engaging in heated conversation with an official from Belgrath as they haggled on supplies and prices. The militia from Tholbor were poorly armed and...