The small forward force of Clan Battlehammer set camp in the Mountains of The Hinterlands. A small fire, several kegs, and tents spread out over the hill as the dwarfs set to fortifying the area.
" Elves approachin lads!! " Soryin yelled out to alert the camp of some unexpected guest.
Sounds of dwarves hustling echoed through the hills as the party gathered to meet these mysterious Elves.
“Well met, I am Vesper, King of the Blackmoon Dominion.” The first elf said as he approached “We apologize for the intrusion of your camp, but troubling news has reached us and we’d like to discuss the matter with you. If you’ve the time that is.” Bargrim, standing nearest the elves, squinted his eyes a bit accessing these strangers before nodding and gesturing for his brothers of Clan Battlehammer to stand at ease. “Aye, there beh plenty o’tha’ news these days. I reckon it must beh somethin important though since ye’ve sought us oot.” Vesper raises his eyebrows, replying. “It certainly is, troubling news of recent attacks escalating in both ferocity an occurance. A group by the name of Darkwolf Clan has been terrorizing this region, of which i’m sure you’re aware. That is if my information is correct, Your Clan is at war with them are they not?” The sound of Brokenaxe’s weapons crashing together steals everyone’s attention “Yeh best beh believin were at war with’em! Brokenaxe roars out. Tha bastards ‘ave laid blade tah oor brothers an’ weh mean tah pay em back!” A flurry of grunts and shouts of Long Live Clan Battlehammer echo through the hills in reply to Brokenaxe’s exclamations "Well, Vesper responds I propose an alliance between our peoples, a bond, much stronger than that prosed by the humans years ago. A true coalition that will stop the tyranny of the Horde."Bargrim, leaning up on his toes replies. “Oye, tha’d beh uptah tha’ King Regent tha’ woold. But le’s get a bit more comfortable an discuss this in tha camp. Ther’ll beh plenty o’questions i’ll need tah be answerin an askin ‘afore I can bring it tah tha’ King Regent.”
As the sun began to sink behind the mountains chatter could be heard all through the camp as dwarf and elf compared blades an’ swapped stories of battle and revelry. Meanwhile, Vesper and Bargrim sat across from one another, fire crackling between them, discussing all manner of intel and strategies concerning the orcs and how the two groups may best benifit one another.
Vesper, standing up from the fire and with a smile. “A fine discussion Bargrim, I believe we’ll make fine allies in this fight and we’ll have that Darkwolf Clan hiding in every hole from here to The Undermine!” “Here’ere, Bagrim said, lifting his tankard and nodding to the Elf They’ont knoo wha’ hit’em! An’ I’ll beh sure tah pass this all along tah oor King Regent an’ we’ll le’yah knoo his discision asap.” “Fantastic, Vesper replies with a nod and reaching out with a handshake We’ll await word Bargrim, blade and spell redied to deliver Blackmoon Dominion’s might.”
With that, the Elves departed camp and the dwarves spent the rest of the evening discussing thier potential new allies, tactics, and war plans.