Out of curiousity, What happened to King Bruenor?
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Oor King has been enjoying a bit o R & R and taking a step back from leading his troops. he handed the mantle of King Regent to Pragus to lead the dwarves under blackrock in his absence. hes earned a bit o rest.
Yeh never know when that salty old warrior gets a tingle in his whiskers to pick up an axe again. but if/when it happens, all of ED will know.
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The Hammers started with a line up in Dornogal as they prepared for an exploration and Horde eradication mission to the newly discovered Siren Isle. Their lineup did not go unnoticed as a group of rivals they had not seen in years amassed toe-to-toe in front of them… the dastardly guild known as Ironsworn Regiment had returned. Though there were decidedly new faces amongst them… Alliance faces. Pragus sat and watched this thoughts roll by at a sight that almost brought him a feeling of nostalgia if it weren’t overpowerd by the filthy stench of the enemy before him.
Filthy turncoats. Tha’ Renosh will take anybodeh these days… well… he took anybodeh before I spose… massive parties of mercenaries. Buh teh see Alliance turncoats among them… even for a hated enemy as them tha’ seems especially scrubbing bottom. No matter… they shall taste death as well. Though the figh’ will beh hard as they’ll definitely call in additional reinforcements before facin’ us. Three filthy ISR per dwarf… one way teh get a victory… but they’ll 'ave teh work for it.
ISR left while the Hammers were still making preparations, perhaps to get the jump on Siren Isle. Finally after everyone secured a zepplin pass, the dwarves of Clan Battlehammer headed to the Siren Isle. It turned out to be incredibly small, and some of the Hammers began to wonder aloud about how could there be any treasure hidden there at all. It was a barren wasteland of rock devoid of minerals or gems at first glance and seemed for the most part useless. The Hammers also found very few Horde, quickly planting those they did in the ground to hopefully encourage some fauna or at least fungi to spawn on their rotting corpses.
With little else to see on Siren Isle, Clan Battlehammer headed for Ironforge where Farstad received his promotion to Herald, taking on additional responsibilities of leadership among his kin. Congratulations!
Feeling merry from the celebration, the Hammers headed to Orgrimmar for a little bit of joy killing which they immediately found. A substantial force of duelers were practicing outside of the front gate. Herald Gryth was called to lead the charge in a rare aerial CBH assault. With gryphons landing with ground shattering force, Clan Battlehammer exploded like a bomb on the Horde in front of Orgrimmar. Pragus mused on the situation as the Hammers mounted their mammoths in a too easy victory.
Some put up a decent fight while others ran like cowards. If the cowards had remained and joined forces with the defenders, it might have actually been a little more back-and-forth, but that’s the Horde for you… mostly cowards.
As soon as the thought crossed his mind there came a great uproar behind him near the gate with shouts of “Kill dwarves!” in Orcish alongside Common and the clanging of weapons and armor. Ironsworn Regiment slammed into the Hammers rear lines with more and more coming. The Hammers fought valiantly, initially repelling the force and felling some of their front lines with all dwarves still standing… but then the next wave came, and the next, and the next. ISR true to form had brought nearly 10 more bodies than the dwarves with additional reinforcements no doubt on the way. The Hammers tried to pull into a building for cover but a spicy enemy lock managed to rift a large chunk of them right back out. The Hammers were forced to retreat, no longer being a position where it would be strategic to continue the offensive.
Tha’ was foolish o’ me teh git so giddy o’er th’ feeling o’ dominance we’ve held in Durotar for so long. I left us out in th’ open. I should ‘ave expected them teh come crashin’ in after weh saw their line. Weh’ll be readeh for 'em next time.
Pragus exhaled deeply and sunk deeper into the sauna in Dornogal, letting the steaming water ease his aching muscles and purify his wounds.
(( GGs ISR. Good to see ED kicking again.))
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I wanted to speak to him. I wanted to apologize to him.
Clan Battlehammer gathered in Dornogal, again skippin’ th’ bar with th’ only option o’ ale being Cinderbrew, teh establish their presence by forming up on rams jus’ outside Brann’s delvin’ headquarters. Again, th’ intention was teh let teh any Horde lurkin’ in th’ sanctuary o’ Dornogal that when they step outside o’ tha’ sanctuary they would beh met with death delivered bah a dwarf o’ Clan Battlehammer.
Th’ Hammers headed into Azj-Kahet when reports came in from scouts tha’ th’ goblin fighting grounds in th’ town o’ Mmarl had gotten out of hand again and were infested with Horde and their sympathizers. Sure enough, th’ Hammers encountered Horde resistance on the way into th’ town and found even more in the pylon pits just behind th’ inn. They marched out o’ Mmarl on mammoths leaving the pylon pits covered in so much blood that one of th’ goblins yelled at them on th’ way out, “Yeah, yeh need teh back and pay fer cleanup yeh maniacs! Weh dunna ‘ave the resources here yet teh handle tha’ kinda carnage! There were so many limbs flying that they flew up into the pools and now no one will pay for pool access! Get back here!”
Th’ Hammers ignored th’ angry goblin’s pleas and marched on toward a cave that Herald Gryth had scouted out as an excellent defensive position for Clan Battlehammer operations in Azj-Kahet. Several dwarves had earned bounties on their head for th’ Horde to try to come and collect. Th’ question was would th’ Horde scouts in th’area notice and relay the position of the dwarven bounties and cave? It was hoped that they would, thus leading to glorious battle and a convenient way to get all th’ Horde in one place teh eliminate instead o’ havin’ teh hunt all over Azj-Kahet! Teh draw extra attention and keep their bounties safe on th’ way, th’ dwarves continued teh march on th’ ground, stopping only to slaughter the occasional foolish orc that thought they could handle the might of Clan Battlehammer head on. Surely a Horde scout would get wind of this if they were out an’ about.
In th’ deepest depths o’ th’ cave, th’ dwarves waited for their quarry teh hopefully arrive. A few dwarves pulled a keg off of one o’ th’ rams and set it up teh help pass th’ time. Ale makes an excellent substitute fer patience when yer bloodthirst keeps tellin’ yeh teh run up and look for Horde when yeh know tha’ yeh should really stay in th’ cave! In time, some Horde did gather at the mouth o’ th’ cave. They were unceremoniously yanked in and carved up.
After th’ small group o’ bounty huntin’ Horde were eliminated, a dwarven scout barreled down th’ entrance tha’ Clan Battlehammer was holding.
“Word came tha’ th’ Horde ‘ave been found. Th’ mages o’ Ironforge were finally able teh get a lock on our enemies with remote viewing… but it’s really weird…”
“Well go on!” hollered Pragus.
“The location they’re at is not known teh beh anywhere in Azeroth… it looks like Azeroth… but it’s not. Here’s th’ even weirder part… they’re all dressed as pirates. All of our enemies are dressed as pirates and running around some weird island doing training exercises. It is really bizarre, but weh’ve determined that currently there is no threat to Azj-Kahet since you’re already cleaned out Mmarl.” said th’ scout.
“Welp… back teh Dornogal!” called Pragus. Having successfully removed th’ Horde from Azj-Kahet, th’ Hammers headed teh th’ hottubs teh relax a bit before bein’ called teh their next battle. Most were dismissed when suddenly those that still remained in th’ tubs heard a crude shouting in Orcish coming from th’ other side o’ Dornogal. Amongst the garble they could make our their name, “Rek gorug stom Battlehammer!” came the repeating cry.
“Let’s check it out,” Pragus said to those in the tubs. They found an orc with th’ Blademasters tabard on doin’ th’ shoutin’ and understood him clearly this time as they downed their potions of tongues on the way to th’ location o’ th’ shoutin’.
“Clan Battlehammer are weaklings! They would not show their faces in Khaz Algar for fear of losing them to the Blades of the Blademasters!” yelled the orc, putting on a sinister grin as he watched th’ small force o’ Hammers marching toward him. They recognized him as none other than th’ notrious Torrak whom had led th’ Blademasters in battle against th’ Hammers before.
“Shut yer mouth, orc!” yelled Pragus as they approached. “Weh were out an’ about looking for Horde like yeh teh kill! Th’ only reason yeh may ‘ave nah seen us migh’ of been some awful sharding magic…”
“Harharharhar!” the orc laughed at them. Then we walked down the steps to just outside of Dornogal with his group of Blademasters following him.
Pragus fumed. “They’ll nah laugh a’ us and yell falsities in Dornogal. Charge!” he yelled as he ran down th’ stairs after them. Not entirely prepared or expecting this, th’ Hammers looked at each other in confusion for a moment until they heard Pragus yell, “I’ve been gripped! Git down here an’ help meh!” The other Hammers charged down th’ stairs, though they were staggered, quickly strapping their armor back into place. Pragus lived by using shield after shield and fearing th’ Blademasters but another Hammer tha’ was first to join him sadly fell. Th’ seriousness o’ th’ situation had sadly increased teh where it was time teh get coordinated and fast! The Hammers grouped together and began focusing their fire on target calls… and like tha’, th’ Blademasters dropped.
Th’ Hammers hopped on their rams, yelling, “Long Live Clan Battlehammer!” in an attempt to prepare for th’ coming onslaught. Th’ Blademasters would without a doubt recover and bring even more with them for the next engagement. Scouts from th’ Blademasters hovered over them shouting foul curses in orcish as th’ Hammers entered one of th’ caves in th’ hills east o’ Dornogal.
“This isn’t gonna beh pretty,” said Pragus, “No matter how many they send down this hole, FIGHT! FIGHT UNTIL WE ARE FORCED FROM THE CAVE!” Moments later th’ Blademasters piled inteh th’ cave and fought with such fury tha’ th’ Hammers were, in fact, forced from th’ cave. Their forces were unexpectedly split as some of the injured appeared alive at the nearby graveyard while others found themselves searching for their bodies, running from a different graveyard. “Outnumbered and now discombobulated, I’m gonna make th’ call teh retire for th’ evenin’. Though weh defended our honor and came out on top of one engagement, our stamina is fading and our axes dull from a full day o’ battle. These opponents are fierce. Weh must rest and prepare fer th’ next engagement.”
(( GGs Blademasters. Some hella fun RPPVP to end our night last night! Only wish we could have come across each other in Azj-Kahet earlier, but we killed plenty of other Horde there so don’t you worry XD ))
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Bruenor Battlehammer, King of the Stone
From the heart of the mountains, where the earth meets the sky,
A king was reborn, with the fire of gods in his eye.
Bruenor Battlehammer, whose name echoes through time,
A soul forged in steel, in a realm so divine.
In the shadow of Mithral, where the stone meets the deep,
He wielded his hammer, and the heavens did weep.
For the mountains did tremble, the rivers did roar,
As Bruenor’s fury shook the very earth’s core.
Through the storms of the ages, through darkness and doom,
He carved a path brighter than the sun in full bloom.
With fire in his heart and the gods on his side,
Bruenor led armies, no fear to abide.
He faced down the dragons, the giants, the beasts,
And with each thunderous blow, brought the monsters to feast.
His hammer a comet that blazed through the night,
A champion’s fury, a paragon’s might.
Through the depths of the darkness, through caverns of stone,
Bruenor stood steadfast, a king on his throne.
His name was a whisper on every warrior’s lips,
A tale of great triumph in blood-stained eclipse.
The very stars trembled when Bruenor did call,
For his might was as vast as the mountains’ great fall.
No mortal could match him, no force could contain,
The power he wielded, the thunderous reign.
Now his name is a legend, eternal, sublime,
A tale passed through ages, through the endless of time.
Bruenor, the eternal, whose hammer did strike,
A king of the dwarves, who gave all for the fight.
Raise your mugs to the heavens, to the stars in their flight,
For Bruenor the mighty, the slayer of night.
His legend immortal, in the stone and the sky,
A king for the ages, a legend never to die.
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