Rogrim's Death song
We go on now fathers to never to return
Do not light torches for our return
We go now to our deaths
Singing with hammer and blade
Requiring no aid
We dare not to fade
But we return to old halls
Seeing Rogrim welcoming us home
Deep in the earth our first
Bidding us to return to stone
For us we go to save
Save life by returning to stone
Giving back Rogrim's blood
We go on now fathers to never to return
Do not light torches for our return
We go now to our deaths
Singing with hammer and blade
Requiring no aid
We dare not to fade
But we return to old halls
Seeing Rogrim welcoming us home
Deep in the earth our first
Bidding us to return to stone
For us we go to save
Save life by returning to stone
Giving back Rogrim's blood
Torlar lord of the Purple Mountains nephew of the dwarvern king Thormir marched onward to the east even with the death of the king they marched. Despite being filled with grief of his royal kin's death, his company the Sons of Stone of five hundred continued on. Filling grief with hatred and anger to fuel their strength in the long days ahead. Where they march to is to their doom, singing the dwarvern song of death as they marched. Threw lands of both men and elf they marched, both let them pass unhindered. Men paid no heed to their song. The elves despite the wicked hatred between the two races let them pass, knowing the truth behind the grim song from better times between them. It was rallying the races of the world
They marched to the Black Fortress, a strong hold that keep the filth of orcs, goblins and other creatures of the nightmarish void in the vast ash lands. One bastion to give hope to the rest, rallying to the aid of one another to push back the black tides after the Sons of Stone head perished. Giving their life on the dreams of hope that darkness would be pushed back again.
News of the darkness marshaling forth again forced the hands of Kings and lords a like to push aside their petty differences, least for the sake of the realm. All races rushing to build their armies for the onset of war. In their wisdom the elf kings sent men to aid in the defense, in the light of darkness they needed the time. Bands of mercenaries also came, coin wouldn't matter if there had been no where to spend it, growing a conscious in this grim time. Warriors great and small all flock to give the rest hope, to push back the evil tide or delay its coming
Okay this is very basic there will be tons more in the ooc, if this takes off. I hate spilling a big idea to have no one take an interest, so just basics for now. I encourage questions so please ask or feel free to add suggestions. This starts as a defense but there is an underlying plot to this that will take off.