The Butcherblock Mountains. Ancestral home to the dwarves of Kaladim. However, instead of happily working their hands off in the halls of their great city of Kaladim, the dwarven population was forced to scatter into such human cities as Qeynos and Freeport, the treetop-city of the Fae, Kelethin, or the volcanic home of the Sarnak, Gorowyn. Forced to scatter, due to the Serilian horde of kobolds, bugbears, and other goblinoids that overwhelmed what defenders the King had left in place during the Great March to find the Vaults of Serilis. Others stayed in the Butcherblock Mountains, however, building a fort from which they would launch campaigns and missions to take back their great city. It is here, in the outpost of the Irontoe and Stormhammer Brigades, they plan for the final expulsion of the beasts that dare to call themselves creations of Brell Serilis, god of the Underfoot and creator of the gnolls and dwarves.
A gold-bearded dwarf, dressed in his shining blue vanguard and his great horned helm, spoke into his dwarven runestone, what the Stormhammer Brigade used for communication accross Norrath.
"Listen here, me boys! Drop what ye're doin' an' meet me at th' East Outpost! An' hurry up!" The dwarf then paused, glancing around. Torkluf Axebeard was his name, co-leader and co-founder of the Stormhammer Brigade. When he thought about it, he was rather young compared to the past leaders of brigades, such as Irontoes or the Bloodforge. Luckily for him, however, he had Bolgun, an old dwarven runecaster as an advisor and co-leader.
Torkluf gave the old dwarf a nod of his head as he walked up to Torkluf, his great white beard shining in the light. Behind him strode Haldurg Hammerfist, Paladin of Brell. He was nearly as old as Bolgun, his beard just as great and white, though dressed in similar armor to Torkluf's.
"Surprised Dulgar an' Kraggen didn't ge' here before ye! Would o' though' me beard would've turned as white as yer's before ye go' here!" the younger dwarf exaggerated.
"Bah, shut yer trap," Haldurg growled. Bolgun merely gave a chuckle, as the brown-bearded Kraggen Deepforge came charging through the gates of the Irontoes Outpost on his mount.
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Edit: Added a bit more, still working on it.