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"You are asking us to mobilise in answer to a prophecy centuries old ?", shouted the younger dwarf. He was a stripling, barely 200 years old, wearing his beard plaited and beaded with mithril pearls in the latest fashion. But he was a clan leader, however recently he inherited the position, and so was entitled to speak before the moot. "In answer to a treaty, yes." , replied the eldest of the Thane's council. His serene voice nevertheless carried his authority . "We have fought wars with some since this was signed. Surely...?" , railed the younger. "It is a treaty, and we are dwarfs. That is enough." "And when the Kr'dragah attack our homes while we chase this phantom Arragoth ?" "I tell you again, Clan Leader, we are dwarfs. We follow the treaty. We are responsible for our own honour, not that of other races. If attacked we will do what we have always done." A murmur of approval greeted the sage's words. The younger dwarf made no reply and looked sullen. The sage knew however that grumble as he may, he would obey. Neither he nor his clan would lose any face. Meanwhile the mobilisation would continue...
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"Order! Order! I bring the 234th meeting of the Moot to Order!" The roaring of discussion gentled to low buzz. A sense of expectancy hung in the air. Councilman Tormil blinked at the sudden quiet, and reached for his notes. "Ahem" he remarked, suddenly nervous. He cleared a beer mug, the remains of his plate and a small white kitten from the table in front of him, the latter protesting only meekly as it was dropped unceremoniously on the floor. At last his notes were uncovered, a ragged sheaf of paper with the word 'Agenda' written on it in a large and careful hand. "Ahem" he repeated. "I'm glad you could all make it here..." and on he went. It certainly looked like all. Every corner of the council room was jammed. Towards the back, he could see two landsmen still arguing about a donkey, and over in the corner that Thompson lad was playing checkers with Mabel, the baker's daughter. But this was nothing unusual for a town meeting. What disturbed him was the row upon row of round faces looking up at him, from round the door frame, from the younger ones who had climbed up on the crossbeam, their legs dangling scant inches above those below, who had thought to bring their own chairs, and from the great mass of people that had spilled out onto the floor. All of them, paying attention. It was unheard of. This was supposed to be a council meeting. Councilman Tormil paused to wipe his brow, and then carried on. "..and the long acre to be cleared of brambles in time for next year's planting. Moving on..." He took a deep breath, but there was no way to postpone the inevitable. "Item two. Proposal that we should attempt to conquer the world. Cardinal Teplin?" The red robed wizard shot a glance at the Tormil. "Cardinal?" he hissed. "Only title we could all agree on. Sounds great, but noone really knew what it meant. Get up there!" Teplin stepped forward, slowly, to give enough time for the cheers to die down. Slowly they died down to an impressive display of attentiveness. Even the donkey argument continued in muffled whispers, in acknowledgement of the moment. "My friends, I fear to report that the ancient evil that is Arragoth is stirring. We have but three scant years to prepare before his hoards of darkness sweep across the world. All across the world, the races are rushing to arm themselves for their own protection. They are tilling new land, building strange and wonderful mechanisms, and arming rank upon rank of soldiers to see off this great threat. If we do not join them, we risk being swept aside by the tide of evil that will shortly engulf the land." The Cardinal paused, to see what effect his words were having. He had expected panic or hysteria, but not this calm contemplation. An oldster raised one hand, the other holding his pipe from which blue rings of smoke curled up into the rafters. "This hoard of evil, " he said slowly, "its likely to be bad thing then? Something we should look out for?" Teplin found it difficult to find the right words. He long years of travel and study had taught him many great things, but had left him unprepared for this return to his homeland. "At the last rising of Arragoth, the sky was blackened with smoke rising from the thousands slain, plague and famine stalked the land, and the very bowels of the earth were corrupted with foul monstrocities." "Ah" the oldster said, drawing thoughtfully on his pipe. "Doesn't sound like it'd do my cows much good then." A voice from the back cut in angrily. "Now look 'ere Barret, this isn't just about your cows. We're talking about serious things here. I'm not having any 'oardes of evil tramping across my fields. Ruin my barley it would, and then where would we be. An ancient dark horror to contend with and us with no beer in us to see it through." Several other voices chimed in, and the argument rose into the familiar roar. "No!" The shout brought the cheerful argument to a standstill. Teplin stood there, fists clenched, arms by his sides. "You don't understand. This is about everything. If we don't make a stand now, then Arragoth will have us all put to the sword! This isn't about you or me, this is about the entire world, about your entire world, about everything you've ever lived for." Silence, crystal clear, reigned in the great chamber. Teplin lowered his voice, since there was no danger of not being heard. "We have to unite the surrounding villages under a single banner. We need to expand our cause to take in the whole forest, maybe even the lands beyond. We need to arm ourselves, or there won't be anything left for us, ever again." In that small space of cowed silence, one voice piped up. "You said the other races are doing the same thing?" "Yes" said Teplin wearily. "The orcs, the dwarves, the minotaurs,..." "Minotaurs? Those great hulking things. They're scared?" There was a murmur of agreement as those assembled envisioned these giant beings. Even creatures larger than a Hobbit found them intimidating. "Right, that does it then." One of the others said. "If those old hornheads are going for world domination, we have to as well. Leaving the salvation of the world to people with spikes on their heads? We'll be the laughing stock of the whole continent." "He's right." said a third, "I don't want us to be the only ones without a world spanning empire, do you?" Several people tried to answer at once, and the chamber disintegrated into a medley of babbling voices. Taking advantage of the chaos, Councilman Tormil motioned Teplin to one side. "Right that's settled then. Get a good night's sleep and you can start all that conquering tomorrow." "But, but, they're fighting for all the wrong reasons." Teplin protested weakly, as Tormil started pushing him to the door. "Right reasons, wrong reasons, you got your war. It's all for the best, right?" Teplin nodded. "But they aren't taking it seriously." he said, desperately. Don't they understand? "Don't, can't, won't" said the Councilman in a kindly tone. "You've been away too long, forgotten how we do things around here. We've lasted a good long time here by just taking things as they come." They emerged into the evening moonlight, the noise of the council chamber muted in the still evening air. "These other races." said the Councilman, tapping out his pipe on the heel of his boot. "They're bigger than us, right?" Seeing Teplin's mournful expression he continued "So the armies of darkness, they're likely to be bigger than us too?" Teplin nodded. The Councilman struggled to light his pipe "And they're all famous for war and weaponry, while we're known for our hot berry pies? Well then, shouldn't let it worry you." He puffed a few times, and then blew out a single perfect smoke ring. "It won't bother most of us, and its not something we can do anything about. Why panic? Sometimes you've got to think beyond your problems and just do what's right. You might not be able to put that on a banner, but its worth saying all the same. We'll be alright." Teplin looked at him. "You... you really think so?" The Councilman smiled, and slapped on Teplin's back. "Sure we will. After all, you're bound to think of something." He smiled again, and moved back towards the doors to the council chamber, and the arguing throng beyond.
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Morning had broken on the third day of the year of Gaia. The herd was patiently awaiting the news that the High Priest would deliver, rumours were saying that he had been meditating and fasting ever since the new years day. The signs had been there, everyone had seen it. The grasslands had became barren and now all that remained was the windy open tundra. Last night a calf had been born with two heads and the people were getting restless and afraid. Suddenly the large bronze gates to the temple were slammed open and a contignent of priest were streaming out through them. -"Silence! SILENCE! Listen to the priest of Gaia!",The priest boomed to drown the noise of the herd. The herd stopped stirring outside the temple and became silent. It was an eerie silence that spread throughout the city itself. The crowd that had gathered outside the temple was a mixture of many races. In the frontline stood the great minotaurs, large lumbering bulls, used to war and never ending slaveuprises. They were flanked by the wiser and more seasoned minotaur handlers and overseers, only now free from their duty of taking care of the workers that supported the city with their lives. Around their legs swarmed the small kobolds picking up and eating whatever their giant masters dropped. And behind the minotaurs were a large number of different races mostly slaves but also free races that worked their way to freedom on the farms or on the arena. But even the small chittering kobolds fell silent and the square outside the temple almost felt as if it suddenly had been filled with large statues. A large white bull emerged from within the temple. He was large even amongst minotaurs, stamding almost 10 feet above ground. His large white head glittered in the sun and his weary eyes looked out over the crow beneath two large furry white eyebrows. The higher ranked minotaurs all recognised him even if he very seldom left the temple. It was Tranq, the highpriest of Gaia, whom now finally had left his study to give his herd the answers they so desperately wanted and needed. -"You have all seen the signs!" he said," The time of destruction is here, we have but Two options. Either we stay here and Die or we go out in the world and find the source of destruction and end it." A murmur was commencing from the crowd. -"Why do we have to care about the world outside the canyon?, they never bother us and we only bother them in times when we need extra workers" A young handler said. The answer came swiftly from the High Priest."We have to go out there because if we cannot kill the source the evil will continue to stream into our canyon endlessly until the day we cannot resist anymore. The spirits have told me that we are not the only people that have been haunted by the evil that resides in the outer planes. The answer to our problem lies outside our realm that means we have to travel outside our realm and kill it." A young strong Bull stepped forward from the warrior cast. He was a magnificent example, with long horns and large wiry muscles on his enormous torso. "I say we stay and fight! I say the priest only wants to expand their power by letting us warriors leave the city." Tranq lifted his large head and looked at the young bull. He examined him and even looked a bit amused "And this excellent theory is based on what?" He said and smiled gently.. The older ones in the warriorcast were beginning to silently and very slowly move backwards away from the young bull. "You priests with your dribble, candles and worshipping! We warriors would be better leaders, if we could rule we still would roam the praeries and graze the fields taking whatever we wanted. But now we are imprisoned behind these walls. How come you always try to decide what to do?!" The young bull boomed! Tranq was still smiling as he started to walk towards the young bull. The minotaurs behind the young bull were now moving away at a faster pace. "How true you are, So do you think it would be better to live outside the city with no walls to protect our beloved herd adn always looking for new waterholes and being afraid of all the soldiers that are after your hide because of the people you slained?" "I am NOT Afraid of anything!!" The young bull were screaming, his eyes were getting red with the beginning of a frenzy and foam were starting to emerge around his nose and mouth. " I am a warrior and our way will be the peoples......" He was cut short by the fireball that emerged from Tranq and burned the young Bull and two Kobolds that hadn't moved away fast enough to small crisps. -" End of Discussion" Tranq said and walked back into the temple again.
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For over five hundred years my people have existed as nature intended us to, free and wild like the very elements of nature we embody. We do not chain our hearts to one place but rather all the world is our home and we travel in it, eyes wide in childlike wonder...and now the darkness rises as night falls over the Isles. Never again shall we be chained in slavery and though fiery death may claim us we shall die free in its embrace, screaming defiance until the last. On behalf of my people, of all peoples of the world, of Nature Herself who cries out in agony against the living death that is coming we declare a holy war, a jihad, against out ancient enemy and his unholy legions. Our ancestors cries echo down the aeons to us crying out for vengeance against their tormentor, he who must never rise to see the dawn again...Arragoth. And so I renounce all ties of kinship, of identity, of heath and home as I vow to lead my people into the heart of the coming darkness, may we see light again. I am Sorrow... For what was, For what is, For what is to come.
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"Master, master!" The shout echoed in the halls outside the library. Thourgrim looked up from his ancient tome wondering what his witless apprentice wanted this time. With grimy eyes, worn in the fickly light of great candles and occasional light balls the Wizard looked at Feindal Ironfist, his newly appointed apprentice. "Master," the apprentice started with his breath barely leaving his heaving chest. "Master, something terrible is going to happen! The Mastersmith forge has flown over again, and now the lava flow is increasing!" As on queue, the whole mountain rumbled and sent many of the tombs flying to the floor as the whole library shook as a dog with fleas. This was most disturbing. As he was thinking the mountain shook again and young Feindal turned white under his newly sprouted reddish beard. "Feindal!" said the master and woke the apprentice back to reality. "Summon the elders and all the clan in Meeting Hall at once. Tell them to bring only the necessities. I will be there in half an hour." As the youth raced out again, Thourgrim collected his most valued possessions - the tomes - and hurried to Meeting Hall. W As he got there, he could see all the mountains population being gathered, wildlooking and afraid from the continous vibrations of the mountain. He opened the oldest tome and searched for the spell he was looking for. The other elders did not disturb him while he searched, but waited until he finally looked up from the book. His sad look confirmed their worst suspicions. The wizard makes a a few signs in the air and golden glyphs forms and unforms as he utter words in an unknown language. The world is blanked away... As the mountain unleashed its final attack to the Dwarven city and lets it lava flow in the city the only thing it encounters are shadows and echoes of the past. The Hill Dwarves have fled.
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