Kraak Helzak Prepares to March

[Khaine]

Like a wildfire throughout the land, heard in taverns and back alleys, farmhouses and palaces, amongst nobles and ne'er do wells......the Might of Kraak Helzak is gathering.

Arden Reede sat outside the Friendly Arms Inn, heard the whisperings, and chuckled to himself. No one really seemed to know WHY the dwarves were marching, or WHERE. Arden knew, for he had been there in the great hall of the still-young fortress of Kraak Helzak. He had sat at the great table alongside his brethren and listened to the council of Elves and Dwarves. Well, let's be honest, he half-listened. Arden Reede wasn't much for talk, unless it was screaming down the fury of Gorm Gulthkyn on the enemies of dwarfkind.

Arden's interest in the Council became suddenly focused with the arrival of the legendary King himself, Dovkin Battlehammer. Before long, the elves left in a huff, their ego's slighted....irrelevant. Dovkin spoke, and Kraak Hezlak listened. It was not a time for alliances, not a time for others...it was a time for Dwarves. To reclaim lost glories, to avenge fallen dwarfkin. ALL the might of Kraak Helzak would be unleashed upon the Duergar that laid low the great holding of the Ironfaars. A dwarven army would assemble, full of anger and a burning need for vengeance. The dwarves would rise again, stronger than ever.

Arden Reede was there on that glorious day.....

Kraak Helzak Prepares to March