GRUMGRIN STEELAXE

## **The Greater Conquest of Ariefell and the rise of the dwarves.**

The king of the Dwarves

from the depths of the lone mountain of Ramskeep a people of dwarves humble and determined, thrive on the mines of their ancestors, the lands once belonging to the empire of Valreach now in the gracious hands of the dwarf kind under the rule of Veskalide. However for many ages the dwaves longed for a kingdom of their own, and from this lust for a true home one stood Infront of them all. His name was Grumgrin, set forth a hope and a determination to claim a home for his dwarven kin, no matter the blood that must be spilled and no matter the fires that must engulf the lands in their wake. Grumgrin had a grudge he must resolve.

### **The beckoning**

Deep in the rocky mountain of Ramskeep The dwarves of who inhabit it begin to grow in number, with the lack of real leadership they were a run on a system of elders in which the oldest of the clan made the decisions of people, during the time of Valreach the decisions were decided by a man named Wilhelm Arietis of who was titled Arkkon on the lands before it was sold to the nation of Veskalide, the people of Ramskeep did not fair well with being sold the same as the ores they produce for the empire.

From there the people of the dwarves knew if they wish to fulfil their quest for solitude they must take what they want to make a new home. Among the ranks of the dwarves a noble named Grumgrim a master of the forge, crafted a mighty battle-axe and inscribed in in runes which translates to "The ancestors might will bleed the foes of those who dare!" From the crafting of this axe he wielded he called to the masses to rally behind him for he has a glorious plan to invoke an ancient power, one forgotten in his people for centuries. Grumgrin and many of his dwarf kin marched in the underground dystopia of Ramskeep beckoning change in the way of the dwarves, riots broke and voices roared all throughout the halls of the dwarves. This was the time for change, this was the time for a king of the dwarves.

### **True king of the peaks**

Amongst the chamber of the the elders they gathered to discuss how to deal with the sudden uproar, they heard the chants in the local tongue of the Dawi, a language all yet abandoned due to foreign intervention from other nations. As the roars and chants grew ever closer the elders demanded to sealed chamber with guards to stop any from entering, from there they planned and argued on a solution until the chamber doors swung wide open as the guards outside were seen kneeling before the man of who opened the door, The elders outraged as a law had forbidden any dwarf to kneel before another. The man who stood before them was none other than Grumgrin himself, he strode into the chamber and let out a roar "I HAVE INVOKED AN ACIENT POWER INWHICH I DENOUNCE YOUR AUTHORITY OVER THE THE DWARF KIN OF THESE LANDS" The gaggle of elders whispered in disbelief before one by one they began to kneel to Grumgrin.

As all of the elders kneeled before Grumgrin they all cheered "hail to Grumgrin king of the dwarves!" after this echoed throughout the halls along the vast keep, The people of the keep began to cheer "Hail to Grumgrin king of the dwarves!" and so from that day Grumgrin was crowned king of the Dwarves, he promised to rebuild the six clans of the dwarf kingdom in a new land, He demanded the reteaching of the Dawi tongue to his people to enrich their history once more. Grumgrin knew the ancestors were smiling down on him and he vowed on the day of his coronation that he will erect a mighty empire of the dwarves and all shall remember the name of GrumGrin Steelaxe!