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The Fallen King

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The battle over, the dwarves gather around the body of their fallen ally to pay their respects. 

None Shall Pass

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Form Ranks!

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'At the cry of "Imhî Markh-khadar!" the dwarves formed ranks, raising their shields together to form a wall of steel between themselves and the incoming enemy.' 

To the King

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The dwarves of The Blue Mountains Regiment defend a fallen ally in combat.

March!

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'After the morning exercise, we got into formation for our parade through the streets. At first the town seemed almost asleep; Somewhat uncharacteristic of Bree, I find. Usually, there is always a few citizens that come to gawk at us exercising or follow the procession. We did end up attracting a small crowd of onlookers once we reached the western gate. Mostly men, though a couple of elves also took interest.'

Ready For Inspection

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Captain Rodtranorn the Drill-Instructor inspects his dwarrows during military training.

The Dwarves Are Upon You

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Lord Thorslin Blackaxe rallies his troops for a final push into enemy lines. 

Fire At Will

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Dwarven Calvary

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a sorry state of affairs

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Me and Gyth, Bawde an' Wulfie got out as far as that Oat's Guruth, past the forsaken inn. A miserable place it is, full o' folk that have no homes. They says that there is shades an' worse a-walkin' about nearby... and there is a great stinking mire.. when the wind blows wrong I can smell it. Faugh! no wonder they all looks so sad. makes me want the open wolds of home, see for miles, green grass and clean clean air. I feels a bit sad for 'em. They aint townfolk, they aint used to livin' all bunched up. Summat must be wrong, for them to run behind the big walls.
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