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[filiusenox]

The stench of blood and death filled the air, as the Armokians battled to take the mountain home. Many of them where bleeding and dieing slowly,until atlast the Armokians where cut down to one fifth their orginal number.
      The battle ended when the Armokains where surronded by royal guards, then, only then did they lay down their crude and improvised weapons.Their hands where bound with chains and they where lead out of the mountain home and into the unclaimed and untouched wilderness beyond. There they where thrown down, still chained, to be eaten by foul beasts. They all thought that death was immenint but still they kept it together.

The gaurds where sleeping one night when suddenly they where kileld by thier own weapons. The seven dwarves freed the Armokians and fled to the south.Buying provisoins along the way with the fine weapons and armor of the dead guards. Until they reached thier destination, a imposing chunk of ice.There they hoped to found a new kingdom, a kingdom full of Armokians and strong warroirs a kingdom where gold paves the streets and where bones would litter the front gates, where blood would turn the kind wastland into a forbiding and evil one.

This is the story of the Dwarves that founded the fourth kingdom.(Community story.)