One of Ordin's greatest laments in life was missing the Siege of Belgrath. The Giant-spawn Gerra and his mongrel horde had descended upon the Gate of Irithul after their conquest of Lor Holdram with such a rapidity that Ordin, elsewhere at the time, hadn't been able to make it back home until...
Well met as always. Aye, fair to say that any dwarf who wasn't well met with Filn Stenlager ought to cut off his own beard, such a disgrace to the Arragoth name they surely were.
Ordin turned his warhammer upside down and set it beside the offered seat. He sat down, letting out a satisfied...
The words he spoke to his children echoed in his mind.
Aye, there was such a time.
His sabatons clanked on the stony pathway to the Mountain Rose.
A time witnessed by our most venerable ancestors. A time of triumph for the Arragoth. A time of Wonder.
His warhammer he held in his armored...
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