-Edzul Logemmebzuth, Scribe
This is a recounting of the first appearance of Cacame Awemedinade to the eyes of the dwarves. In the future he would rise to be the king. But that is a story for another day, for now the recounting of this event follows the story of an old veteran who was there during the first battle that he had shown up. I have changed some parts of the story, for non-dwarven kind to properly understand. As his is a story that should be spread to all kind.
It was early morning when the first arrow had been fired, one of the stationed guards had been killed and the alert had been later to reach us than we would like. So deep in elven territory*1 we had no doubt in our mind about who was attacking us as we quickly gathered our weapons. The elves were in their natural habitats attacking us from behind trees only to hide a moment later, we were sitting ducks if we remained for much longer.
"Move out! Marksdwarves take aim, watch for where the arrows are flying from!" The booming voice of the commander seemed to assure us that the situation was under control, "Take cover! Get close to the bastards and let them know of our fu-" Whatever the commander was going to say next was lost as an arrow embedded itself in his chest. Reaching for the arrow with a surprised look for a second he realized what had happened. A look of anger crossed his face, whatever they had shot had not killed him... at least yet. Letting out a howl of rage he charged where the arrow had flown from a surprised elf looking out from cover. Arrows flew after our commander few actually hitting. Probably thrown off by how fast our enraged commander moved.
He slammed into the enemy elf who let our something near to a yelp as he fell to the mighty war hammer our commander held. Arrows flew out slamming into his back as he fell forward on top of his last kill. I let out a growl knowing that I was the second in command and our survival was now up to me. The only words that could come to me were, "FOR THE CAPTAIN!" They were apparently the right words as a chorus of shouts followed after. Arrows firing back and forth as we rushed to the field, charging as arrows flew by us. As we charged I could already tell we were outnumbered.
Outnumbered and out of our territory. It was at that time that I heard another shout... though while ours filled with rage... it was... filled with pain, anguish, and a rage greater than I could ever hope to comprehend. Turning my head that was the first time I saw him, he was tall, long gold-like hair, wearing little armor, a wooden sword in hand. The thing that made me stop mid charge was his face, eyes like pits of magma scouring my soul... his face, contorted emotions flooding it. It was my first time in twenty years of being a soldier that I felt real fear, someone like that could not be controlled. Someone like that could not be stopped.
I turned my attention to him the shaking in my hand as I watched him waiting for him to attack me... then the oddest thing of all happened, he was not running at me. Nor any of my companions, his rage was directed at the elves. One of them realized far to late that he was after them as he turned to see the loosely clothed man swing the sword, made of wood I mentally said it was harmless... I changed my mind the moment the wood ripped its way through the side of the surprised elf's throat. A bloody roar was let out as he ran along to the next one the arrows of the elves no longer on us...
Feeling my legs start to move again I let myself continue my charge to the nearest elf who was more focused on trying to shoot at the enraged one. Letting my axe sweep across the elf who only then realized I was there a satisfying thunk of my axe hitting wood let me know it had gone clean through the throat. I turned to once again see what enraged elf was doing to find something that shocked me greatly, he was holding a hammer. The one that would have belonged to a dwarven commander. My jaw felt itself drop as I watched him, a site that still frightens me today... blood soaking his hands as he ran the arrows of the highly trained soldiers missing as he weaved and moved just right for everything to fall inches short of hitting him.*2
The battle lasted only a few minutes more with his rage and our numbers the elves were pushed back. A measly two kills under my belt I had no idea to the number that the elf had gained, watching him from afar most of my comrades looked uneasily as they kept tight grips on their weapons. The elf turned to look at us as if weighing each of us with his eyes. Raising the hammer into the air his voice cold though lacking the rage he held a moment ago he asked quite simply, "Can I keep this?" I was surprised, the only response I could think of was a brief nod. The elf looked at it for a moment before he himself nodded and turned and started to walk away. Looking around uncertainly I finally found the voice I was looking for as I asked keeping my voice at stable levels, "Do you want the elves dead?" His walk stopped as he turned to look at me.
I wondered if what I had asked had been a bad question or not. The elf looked at me raising an eyebrow as he said simply, "You offering?" I let out a small sigh of relief that it had not caused the elf to enter another blood rage. Nodding I said simply in return, "If you are willing." Nodding the elf walked towards me, his hand on the blood soaked hammer the end hanging over his back.
When he reached me I could only think of one thing to ask, "What is your name?" The answer was one I would never forget, "Cacame Awemedinade, Where do we go next?"
There are more articles of the campaign in which Cacame and the new commander are involved. The articles about his further exploits can be found further in this tome.
*1- It is well known at that time about the war between the elves and the dwarves which had been raging for multiple years by now.
*2 - This may be an exaggeration from the point of view of a battle conflicted dwarf. After the fight Cacame was reported to have numerous wounds so all of the arrows "Missing" him is probably a fabrication.
A few notes...
-I did not think the dwarves would refer to themselves as "Marksmen"...
-This is a first draft, I have not really read over it and fixed things so yeah...
-I probably got allot wrong, I am new to the Dorf-Fort world.
-I did not name the commander dorf. I am no good at it, give me ideas.
EDIT: Added an ending by the Scribe.
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