Clan Battlehammer - Alliance All-Dwarf RPPVP Recruiting for Midnight

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General Pragus shuddered in disgust at his surroundings. Massive white walls adorned with red and gold reaching up to the foreboding sky that was filled with the absolute darkness of void held back only by a single, withering beam of light coming from the Sunwell.

“How did weh end up 'ere?” Pragus asked King Regent Katrëll as the two paced through Silvermoon with a small dwarven host. The question was rhetorical, but the King Regent responded anyway.

“Because if weh dunna do somethin’ teh help stop th’ void from encroachin’ ‘ere… it will soon spread teh all o’ Azeroth,” Katrëll replied flatly, aware that the question needn’t an answer but answered to help assure even himself that he had a valid reason to be walking around the Blood Elf city with his weapon sheathed. “Dunna worry… yeh find any o’ these knife-ear’d, magic-fiendin’ types outside o’ this city, then they’ll pay th’ price as always. An’ this provides us an excellent opportunity fer reconnaissance on our enemies while also preventin’ a world endin’ catastrophe from occcurin’.” He nodded sternly to reinforce his conviction as Blood Elf guards eyed him and the Dwarven host from seemingly all directions, some muttering insults under their breath.

“I wonder if this is wha’ it felt like fer them teh beh walkin’ round Khaz Algar… o’ course knowin tha’ land belonged strictly teh dwarves an’ their kin. I still cannae believe some o’ th’ Earthen chose teh assist th’ Horde,” said Pragus with a meaningfully worn grimace for his possible kin lost to the mindset of the enemy through treachery and misinformation. It always pained him to have to smite an Earthen that made the mistake of aligning with the Horde.

Katrëll responded with a knowing nod of his head but no words. His eyes darted back and forth in active awareness as the small host of Hammers made its way through the city. The Blood Elves, while temporarily accepting of any assistance due to the grave circumstances, would normally never be so accommodating. The Hammers had already encountered heavy resistance from Sunfury Battalion while patrolling the surrounding areas. There was also the problem of an orc invasion near Ironforge that Clan Battlehammer was dealing with day by day. The Ironwolf Clan had been pushed out of Hinterlands, but in a gesture of absolute disrespect, moved their warmongering CLOSER to Ironforge, setting up positions in the Twilight Highlands and invading Wetland territory. Scouts also reported a steady presence of Division VII in Slayer’s Rise, where allegiances were fickle and fates could be decided in the few seconds of a weapon’s swing. There had even been sightings of Ironsworn Regiment, one of Clan Battlehammer’s longstanding enemies that had been rumored to be possibly returning to the Alliance vs. Horde perennial battle.

“Let them take their positions an’ weh shall take ours,” said Katrëll with the stoic presence required of leaders in situations such as these. “In th’ end… Clan Battlehammer will succeed.”

“LONG LIVE CLAN BATTLEHAMMER!” bellowed the dwarves in the Silvermoon host, setting the nearby guards on high alert and unnerving the citizens of the Blood Elf city.

Clan Battlehammer of Emerald Dream (17 years in May and still going strong) is recruiting for Midnight, including from other realms now with the x-realm guild feature! We are an all-Dwarf (including Dark Iron and Earthen kin), Alliance-only RPPVP guild that prefers WARmode on.

What We Do

Gather once a week for our Call to Arms to head out into the world and slay Horde together! If you’re online, you’re expected to be in the raid group and Discord. Talking in Discord is not required but listening is. If you can’t make it due to IRL, that’s okay, but the more the merrier. Try your best to be present! While we are casual compared to many guilds, we still like to give our best effort and come away with wins!

Engage in light-RP by marching together, participating in short, pre/post in-character battle speeches (interaction encouraged but not required, you can just politely listen if speaking up isn’t your thing), and shouting our battle cry “Long Live Clan Battlehammer!” as we smash the Horde! We keep /s and /y in character but this is not required in other channels like guild chat. Deeper RP welcome as well but not required. We have a few loreheads with us that can help you with any RP questions.

Fight honorably by allowing the enemy to rez and reform at appropriate times to keep the battle going rather than camping folks into the ground, though especially honorless Horde may not receive such kindness.

Speak honorably by keeping politics, religion, etc. out of public channels. We’re here to enjoy being Dwarves in Azeroth. Keep IRL in IRL. We also stay PG13, avoiding consistent cursing, until after hours (10 PM Central).

We are NOT a PVE guild, though several members do enjoy doing PVE content with each other. Do not expect a regular raid team, but if there is interest and we can pull people together we might give it a go.

Visit our Discord and reach out to an officer when you’re ready to join!

https://discord.gg/clan-battlehammer

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I didn’t join as an RPer really (and I’m still mostly not one), but CBH is the place to be if you want regular, dopamine-machine WPVP fun.

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In Defense of Ironforge

A massive horn blast marking the hour resounded throughout Ironforge as the Hammers began to gather in the King’s Chamber. As Azeroth banded together battling the encroaching forces of Void for the right to exist, membership in Clan Battlehammer had grown to impressive levels. While these dwarven kin did battle alongside the Alliance in this existential threat, the reason for the swelling of the ranks lay not combating the Void. Many Alliance guilds in their combat with the Void had forgotten the longstanding blood feud between the factions, sometimes even gleefully accepting Horde into their ranks while patting themselves on the back for their pragmatism. Not the stubborn dwarves of Clan Battlehammer. Not now. Not ever.

The Hammers relentlessly opposed the Horde, even when temporary cooperation might be required to face enemies such as Xal’atath, knowing that the honorless Horde would turn their spears back on the Alliance immediately after the threat had subsided as they had when every previous “world-ending” scenario had reached its conclusion with Azeroth still standing. Clan Battlehammer would not be caught unaware like so many foolish Alliance guilds in these situations, their ranks thoroughly infiltrated by an enemy within - an enemy that would take all the knowledge of a gullible Alliance guild back to Horde war rooms to provide a powerful advantage in the coming and inevitable reignition of the faction conflict. Orcs had their limited uses as fodder when fighting Azeroth-threatening foes. Otherwise, they were marked for death by the dwarves of Clan Battlehammer.

More battle-ready dwarves filed into the King’s Chamber as King-Regent Katrell surveyed the lines more tightly packed than ever before. It was a good thing. While the eve would open with celebration of yet another kin that had reached Veteran rank within the Clan, Katrell quietly held onto the knowledge that the Hammers would need every last available body. Scouts had reported to him that a massive force from the guild MDGA were headed through the roads of Dun Morogh toward the Gates of Ironforge. While repeated attacks from Clan Battlehammer on the Gates of Orgrimmar had held this vicious group of Horde at bay, the King-Regent had long known this day would come. It was time for the Hammers to stand in defense of Ironforge!

“Weh’ve kept them where they they belong for quite some time - either dead or holed-up in that stinkin’ pit they call a city, Orgrimmar. Buh tehnigh’, th’ foul forces of MDGA have come knockin’ on our doors! Prepare teh defend Ironforge!” Katrell bellowed at the dwarven host. “Long Live Clan Battlehammer!”

“LONG LIVE CLAN BATTLEHAMMER!” came the response of the multitudes of Hammers. They quickly formed lines and marched to the Gates of Ironforge. They mounted their rams atop the hill and waited for the approach of their hated rivals. The frigid mountain air whipped across the gathering, sending beards and ram hair bending and flapping this way and that in a magical dance. The weather was actually quite beautiful, juxtaposing the massive war-ready party in a surreal mix of violent pleasantness.

“Here they come!” shouted several of the hunters tracking the corner of the giant hill that led up to the gates. The entire front half of the dwarven lines suddenly dismounted their rams, sending them running toward the stables with various hoots and hollers. Each dismounted dwarf then raced quickly to the edges of the hill where numerous barrels had been stacked for just such an occasion. They hauled the barrels back into their spots in the battle lines and held them in front of themselves in rolling position as the first of the Horde host of MDGA rounded the corner of the hill into sight.

“3… 2… 1… BARREL!” yelled the King Regent. With what some that are less familiar with dwarves might call surprising agility, the dwarves in the front lines jumped atop their barrels in one smooth motion and instantly began a backwards trot to force the barrels to roll forward in a giant barrel barricade formation! The growing lump of Horde at the bottom of the hill began to hesitate with members of its front line stutter-stepping backward in cruel anticipation of the incoming and unavoidable collision with the rolling barrel barricade. A few of the braver among the Horde that had shields stepped forward and threw up their blocks in a vain attempt to stifle the barrel assault, but it was too little too late. The barrel riders crashed into the Horde at nearly five times the speed at which they had started due to the downhill factor and absolutely crushed the foul invaders! A few barrels burst into shanks and splinters as their riders, ready for the eventual forced dismount, leapt forward with the remaining momentum and weapons drawn to immediately crush a portion of the Horde midlines. Rams came thundering in behind the last of the barrels and the battle raged with the Horde already having been driven into a fleeing position.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the remaining Horde deflected blows and attempted to recoup, but there was no mercy. The dwarves chased down each and every scoundrel until the snow outside of Ironforge was dyed a bright and brilliant red. The threat eliminated, the Hammers mounted their snowy gryphons and returned to Ironforge. The dwarven host began to again gather in the King’s Chamber when shouts of incoming enemies erupted from the guards throughout Ironforge. Word had already been sent to the citizens of Ironforge to Shelter away in case MDGA tried again.

“Guess they didna like th’ barrels,” loudly guffawed Pragus, one of the Generals of Clan Battlehammer, to no one in particular.

“We’re not done yet,” Katrell loosely hurled Pragus’ way with a deadly serious grin.

The Hammers were already gathered just outside of the King’s Chamber with weapons drawn when the second wave of the MDGA assault, considerably larger than the first, charged in from the Mystic Ward. The dwarves held firm with a front line of melee fighters blocking the choke from the path around the Great Forge to the King’s Chamber while ranged fighters stood behind them launching blasts of spells and bullets from afar to slow the oncoming mass and gather it in the choke.The first few Horde that ran up were blasted high into the air by dwarven electric shock crystals. The Horde screams echoed back and forth off the walls of the Great Forge as the ones screaming plummeted into and took a death swim in the lava. Then, as planned, the Horde began to pile up in the choke point, desperately trying to push forward into the dwarves to do some real damage and disrupt the ranged attacks.

“Rift, NOW!” came the King Regents voice above the fray. A huge chunk of the Horde in the choke point suddenly vanished and reappeared down the ramp at the entrance of Old Ironforge courtesy of the warlocks among the dwarves. A pack of dwarves also waited atop the ramp and instantly began blasting, quickly dropping the rifted Horde to the stone beneath their feet.

“Whhhhhoooooooooaaaaaaaaa!” yelled Pragus as he suddenly found himself deep in the pack of Horde opposite of the choke point. The Horde had begun instructing their own warlocks to begin rifting, and Pragus had not been watching his feet. Suddenly he felt himself lurch hard in the other direction as he was life-gripped back to the dwarven side of the pinch. He suppressed the urge to vomit and regained his bearings as the rest of the dwarven host began a final charge.

“They’re falling! Clean ‘em up!” yelled General Bargrim as the dwarves high-stepped over the pile of bodies on their way to finish the slaughter. As the last bloody orc body collided with the floor in the Commons, the eternal cry of Clan Battlehammer rang out.

“LONG LIVE CLAN BATTLEHAMMER!”

“Now we’re done,” chuckled Pragus to himself.