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Armok looked down at his favorite fortress, Murdermachines. He knew it was doomed, be it from voidspawn, demons, goblins, or even simply the stupidity of an overseer. He knew it could not last. There would be a quick burst of blood and then nothing. The constant flow would stop, and Armok would have to move on. So he decided to do something about it.
Flame thought about the shattered military. There were too few dwarves to draft. Even with tricks like the danger room and the shaft of enlightenment, there was still no way to train enough dwarves. Her only hope was to reinforce what she had. With adamantine.
Down in once of the many catacombs, in a forgotten stockpile, there lay a skeleton. Nobody knew who it belonged to, their profession, or even their gender. All they knew is that it was dwarven. There was no moss or lichen on the bones, they had lain there so long the moss had long since died. The bones lay in a rough arrangement, where the corpse had been placed all those years before.
Slowly, the skeleton's bones began to blacken. The gnaw marks from vermin began to fill in with fresh bone. From the joints grew rough gray ligaments and muscle. Over the muscle formed shining gray skin. Through the skin the glow of the earth's blood could be seen. Closed eyes and a mouth formed on the face. The eyes opened, revealing a fiery glow beneath. Finally, a magnificent beard of glowing blue strands grew on the face.
Armok rose from where he lay. He walked into the nearby catacombs, raising his godly hand toward the coffins.
Wolfkit chipped away at the adamantine, cutting it into a boulder. Suddenly, his pick met no resistance. The adamantine crumbled away to reveal a grinning, contorted face. He barely had time to cry out before being consumed in fire.
Flame stood in front of one of the coffins of her former bodies. She occasionally visited the catacombs, for sometimes her past lives remembered helped her in this one. Suddenly, her perception seemed split. She felt as if her whole body was itching terribly, but it didn't. She saw darkness, but she also saw the coffin in front of her. She pushed the coffin lid open, but she stayed standing where she was. And she saw herself standing in front of her coffin, and she saw herself rise out of the coffin in front of her, fully formed and very much alive.
All around her, corpses rose from their coffins, flesh forming on their bones. And in the center of it all, a dwarf with metal skin and glowing eyes. A god. Armok.
Armok turned his glowing eyes toward the overseer. He opened his mouth and spoke. "I HAVE GIVEN YOU A BOON, TERRYSLAYER. USE IT WISELY. YOUR BROKEN MILITARY MAY NOT BE ABLE TO WITHSTAND WHAT IS COMING. SO I HAVE GIVEN YOU THE TOOLS TO FIX IT."
As he spoke, a cry was heard from the depths.
"DEMONS IN THE DEEP!"
A second cry echoed down from above.
"VOIDSPAWN! DWARVES TO THE GATES!"
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