The dimly lit audience chamber of Blackrock Mountain cast long shadows for the stout group of dwarves assembled. A large stone table sat before Bruenor with his assembled generals and longbeards, each with a giant flagon of dwarven ale before them.
King Bruenor, stood at head of the table, and eyed each one of them, nodding in approval and sharing a moment moment of remembrance.
After a long drawn-out pause, Bruenor exclaimed with a wide smile: "By Moradin’s beard! “We have done it… what nobody had thought possible.”
Arnidan ventured a guess: “Countless Alterac Valley victories in our name?”
Darkale spat with his characteristic no-nonsense attitude, boldly claiming: “See the rise and fall of an empire?” followed by his familiar cackle.
Ema Ironbraid patiently offered her own viewpoint: “Maintainin’ an army o’ dwarves?”
The king looks around, examining the strongest of the clan, his age-old companions in victory “No my dwarven brothers and sister… all remarkable achievements in their own rights, but I speak of another achievement… one I have even doubted meself. We have remained true to our battle cry o’ ‘Long Live Clan Battlehammer!’ Today marks the 10th year of fighting together under the standard of crossed hammers and I move t’ celebrate it with both friend an’ foe.”
That last part raised more than a few busy eyebrows.
“It may be a lot to ask fer some o’ ya, but a we must also recognize our foes as contributing to our longevity. Without an enemy to call upon, could we really continue as a warring clan, to engage in the epic of struggles offense and defense without someone to fight against? I think not, and we must salute those who have challenged us.”
Gauging the reactions of his fellow kin, Bruenor continued.
“Equally, we salute our allies who we have formed strong bonds… those tha’ we ‘ave had joint adventures and raids, defense of the valley, defense of Ironforge, an’ nay to forget the epic battle of Blackrock Mountain.”
Nods of understanding and cheers erupted in agreement as the dwarves raised their mugs.
“Battlehammers… join meh in a toast to you all, as I am indebted to you fer your loyalty and committment t’ yer King. We could never would 'ave reach this day without you. Yer contributions and sacrifice. Share a drink with meh in yer honor.”
Flagons were raised and gulped down among hoots and hollers… wide grins on foam ridden beards of what was to come.
“So… call in th’ couriers, take these words t’ pen an’ post them in th’ cities an’ taverns.”
Bruenor cleared his throat, and his message was quickly penned down by the guild’s long-standing storyteller, Praggus. Once it was done, the old dwarven priest blew on parchment to dry the ink.
The dwarves gathered around Praggus, and the king’s words read:
ANNOUNCEMENT
Clan Battlehammer would like to invite the realm, friend or foe, to join them in Dalaran at the inn A Hero’s Welcome to celebrate this achievement. Come share a drink, recount stories of old, toast to friends lost, a revels in being part of realm.
When: Sunday May 5, 2019
Where: New Dalaran (by way of SW: Azuna portal, fp to Dal)
Start: 6pm-7pm Server
If you can’t make it… please share a memory, encounter, or impression as a post.
-King Bruenor of Clan Battlehammer