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it has been one week after the death of thunderbeard and the betrayal of blackscale, ron and mort have speard the word of the king's death thru-out the dwarven empire, concern is mounting in what is left of the dwarven council, fear that the dwarves enemys will take advantage of their leaderless state, a think thank was orginized to address this matter.

a large round table made of gold in a room of gold is seen with sevaral dwarves sitting around it, a large throne is at the very top of the round table with an old looking dwarf sitting in it.

he is griping on to a staff planted on the ground, his beard is so long it is touching the gorund, his eyes are closed, but he seems to be awake.

there is a large castle door behind the throne (and the table if you couldn't figure that out) that is slowly creeking open, once it is completely open gnome in a mordern looking black suit with brown hair and glasses is seen holding on to a large lever that is pulled back.

the gnome lets go of the lever and walks into the room, he takes a seat to the left of the old dwarf in the throne.

"sorry i'm late everyone" said the gnome "i...couldn't figure out how to open the door, i was pushing on it and feeling around for handles for about 20 minutes until i found out what the lever was for, you know we should really label that thing or something."

an armored dwarf sitting next to another armored dwarf stood up and said "We did, ye' just couldn't find it."

"well you should atleast like...put a latern out there or something so i can see it, or a gnomish light bulb or something." said the suited gnome.

the dwarf sat back down with his arms crossed.

the gnome let out a sigh and said "ok, well, its time for role call, i'm going to read names from a clipborad, keep in mind they are in no order. when i call out yours i want you to to say 'here'...and then in parenthesis 'i am rock you like a hurricane'."

the gnome pulled a clipborad up to himself and began to read from it.

"west beacon and and east beacon generals ronald darwin and mortamere roth?" asked the gnome

"here i am" said ron.

"rock ye' like a hurricane" said mort as he uncrossed his arms.

"dwarven gurad captain gor'thok?" asked the gnome.

"here i am, rock you like a whatever" said a half orc sitting across the table from the old dwarf, in a quite moody tone of voice.

"emissary of the elven empire dwanstrider?" asked the gnome

"i'm not saying that" said the elf, sitting to the left hand side of the orc.

"fair enough" said the gnome. "king edward thunderbeard and highlord ronald blackscale?"

the gnome glanced over to their two empty seats.

"just died" said the gnome "so i guess i should really just...write them off as absent."

"the honorable elder dwarve?" asked the gnome.

"her over jeg er" said the old dwarf faintly and slowly "gynge du som en storm"

"and finally the elder dwarf's translaor charles ofendstein?" said the gnome "is me...so, i guess, here i am, rock you like a a thunder storm- err, hurricane."

"well" said charles as he put down the clipborad "on to today's plans"

"okay, first order of today, whos our new king going to be?" asked the charles.

the room was silent, the council members simply sat in their seats with empty looks on their faces, not saying a word, in truth, they did not know who the new leader could be.

"ahem," said charles "we um...we need anyone to..."

the room remanied silent.

"to make any kind of, offer...suggestion, anything really," said charles

"guys?" asked charles, "really, anything? any takers? please guys this...it isn't helping anyone to just...you know, sit there."

mort put both his hands on the table and lifted himself up, scooting his chair back.

"i say we make our new king the elder dwarf." said mort. "he is clearly the most fit, he was one of the original dwarfs, he played a part in building Thor's hammer even."

dwanstrider stood up and scooted his chair back.

"that is exactly why he can't be king" said dawnstrider "he is far too old, its a wonder he hasn't fell face first onto the table and died yet."

"hold your tounge!" shouted mort "do not insult the elder!"

"gentlemen gentlemen," said charles "please, keep it civil, remember, fighting in here is punishable by...chemical castration"

dawnstrider and mort both quickly sat down at their seats and pulled them in, looking nervious, using both their hands to cover their laps.

"not exactly the most ethical rule, but it gets the job done" said charles as he cracked a half smile.

"anyway" said charles "i'm afraid dawnstrider is right, the elder is just far too old for that high of a role."

"although" said charles "i think we could make a general the new-"

"not it!" interupted mort.

"not it!" said ron

"no." said gor'thok "i hate poilitics."

"i could be-" said dwanstrider

"no outsiders, sorry." interupted charles.

"Odin damn it." muttered dawnstrider.

"hey!" said charles "please do not use Odin's name in vain here, please."

"well crap" said charles "i guess, we don't have a-"

"jeg ville like å si et eller annet" fanitly interupted the elder.

"charles" said the elder "du er de fleste erfaring liten gnome jeg ha møtte inne meg livet , du er meget smart , og ha arbeide meget hard."

" jeg ønske du å bli våre Kingston." said the elder.

"w-hat?" said charles "you would...you..oh my, i-...yes!" said charles as his voice began to sound cherrier and happier.

"i would..i would love that!" said charles "b-but, are you sure i'm ready, i mea-"

"shh" said the elder "du er det ettall jeg foretrekker, det er en final."

"oh sweet Odin..." said charles under his breath "...thank you sir. i am honored."

"what?" said gor'thok "whats going on? what did he say that makes you so damn happy?"

"i..." said charles as he bowed hsi head down with smile on his face "i just became king."

darnstrider stood up and scooted away his chair.

"are you joking!?" said dawnstrider "he is a translator for Odin's sake! he knows nothing of what it takes to be a k-

"enough!" shouted mort as he scooted out of his chair "do not insult the choices of the elder! he is a million times as wise as you will ever be! if he says charles is our new leader then i would gladly die in his name!"

"bah, you are a fool" said dawnstrider "this gnome is inexperianced, he is small, weak, and he reaks of jew, and if your elder truly sees him to be fit to even lead so much as a konga line he is a fool aswell!"

"THAT DOES IT!" shouted mort as he pulled out a knife "not only do you dare to insult the elder, you insult my dead jewish grandmother!"

"bring it on!" said dawnstrider as he picked his staff up from the ground "i'm not afraid of a half jew! nor am i afraid of-"

"gentlemen gentlemen!" shouted charles as he picked up a soild gold pot with smoke rising from it "now i have a large pot of acid right here now unless ethier of you wants to become a femal-"

they both droped their weapons and pulled their chairs back up to the table while shouting "sorry!" over and over.

"well" said charles "now that the king situtation is out of the way, lets move on to the matter of the rival kingdoms"

"the goblin city near ours has been getting much more aggressive after the death of our king, recently they sent us a video threatening us, its started to worry me, i fear they are planning an attack one of our villages, this worries me greatly, i'm not sure our men are prepared for a war with those crafty little beasts, do any of you have plans on how to deal this issue?"

"i say we luanch a full out raid on their city on, destroying every little bit of their pathedic crudly bulit city, and slay their king." said mort

"the orcs seem like they would be a bigger problem then those little pests." said gor'thok

"hmm?" said charles "the orcs were driven underground near the human kingdom years ago"

"yes, thanks to your kingdom," said dawnstrider "the elves and the humans really wouldn't have standed a chance without your people's help, on that note i think you can handle goblins."

"thank you for the compliment dwanstrider" said ron "but if it wasn't for general athlas dawnblade the kingdoms would have never united at all."

"wait wait wait" said charles "you're losing me here, orcs being driven underground? athlas? what are you all talking about."

"it figures." said mort "you were just a wee lad back in those days."

mort began to tell the story of the war agianst the orcs

"
ya' see, it started years and years ago.

the vile mountain giant menneskebeiler, the beast was the general of his own clan of gaints, sperate from the ones on asgard, they came to midgard in search of conquest and power.

but there was a fatal flaw in his plan, his was very smart for a gaint, causing him to notice how stupid and barbaric his men were.

he needed a way to make his men smarter, thats when he saw two barbarian clans fighting.

he saw how smart the humans battle tactics were, whitch is when he came up with his vile plan.

he disguiesed his men as humans, and did the same to himself.

he commanded his men to seduce as many wemon as possible in a nearby human village.

their plan would last an entire generation, many wemon were saduced and ticked into marring the beasts and mate with them, creating giant-human off springs, they named these creatures "orcs"

after the wemon gave birth to these beasts they attempted to set a drift in a river close to the village, but this failed, as the giants had revealed themselfs, slain the wemon and taken the infant orcs back to their base in the mountains.

but menneskebeiler's burtality and greed knew no bounds, not even towards his own men.

that night menneskebeiler slew his own men and cut off half of his left arm.

years later, when the orcs were full grown, he would tell them that the humans were the ones to slay their mothers and fathers out of pure hatred for anything not human and anything that loves anything that wasn't human, sparking a war between the orcs and the humans

the orcs mated with each other and expaned their race all over the world for hundreads of years, but the truly loyal human hating orcs stayed by the side of menneskebeiler.

after generations of breeding an army and stabalizing an entire spcices, the time had finally come to destroy the human kingdom.

one by one, starting with the village where it al began, the orcs slowly took the humans villages, what they didn't take for tertitory they burned to the ground.

the human knights attempted to beat back the orcs, to no avail.

the orcs tactics were far too brilliant for them, a good case would be the battle for avføringen shire.

the human defensive army had a plan to hide in civilian buildings and pounce on the orcs.

the attempt failed, even with the element of suprise the orcs were still too strong for the humans, and after the humans failure, the orcs began to burn down the humans houses during raids and not after.

villages fell one by one, soon entire towns were burned to the ground.

the assualts were beggining to become dangerously close to the human capital, the human kingdom knew that they could not win this war alone.

a citizen of the human capital, athlas dawnblade, was taken by the gurads and sent up to the throne room of the king, the king asked the elf to go to the elven kingdom and plea to them for reinforcements to help beat back the orcs.

the elf gladly agreed, and traveled in a caravan with human knights to the elven kingdom.

the knights informed the elvens that they were messengers of the human empire, the gurads glady allowed the the humans to meet the elven king.

dawnblade pleaed to the king, asking for reinforcements, citing what could happen happen to all the innocent people in the villages and the city.

at first, the king refused, saying that it was none of the elves bissness, but then dawnblade sated that if the elves let the orcs take the human kingdom, the elven king could be next, due to the fact it is so nearby.

the elven king agreed to aid the humans, but only if the humans would engage in trade with them.

dawnblade said he couldn't promise anything, but he would do what he could to convince the king to engage in trade.

the elves agreed to help.

the elf king sent a bird holding a note in its claws to the king, stating the elfs would luanch an attack on the orc controled areas in 3, the human king sent a latter back stating that he would attack the orc villages from the other side.

with te orc villages being attacked at two fronts the orcs were at a strong disadventage, but they still had enough power to hold them off.

dawnblade knew this, but dwanblade had an extra plan, two armys is an adventage, but three is overkill.

he and the caravan headed thru the human kingdom down to the snowy land of the of the dwarven empire.

the dwarves responed to the human messengers with much less joy, but were still more then happy to allow them to meet their king.

the dwarven king was more then happy to fight off the spawn of the giants (the humans were aware for very long how the orcs were born) and agreed quickly to lend support in the attack.

but dawnblade was met with an even more pleasent suprise.

the gnomes agreed to lend support to the attack as well, as their two kingdoms were intertwined.

the caravan went back to the human city and informed them of their extra allies, and infromed them they had to engage in trade with the elfs.

the king was thrilled to be doing trade with another kingdom and agreed to it quickly. but he was even more thrilled that his elven freind had gotten the support of the dwarves.

the next day the attacked was luanched (keep all the traveling in mind).

the attack was huge and went on accross the entire human kingdom.

the dwarves and gnomes suprised everyone with their amazing war weapons, such as tanks and rifles, these weapons turned the tide of war greatly in the favor of the humans.

the battle would rage on for two days, thousand of orcs and members of the human alliance were killed, but the very end of day two, the last village had been taken back from the vile orcs.

the orcs, broken and defeated, retreated back to their main encampment.

but dawnblade knew that they could return.

dawnblade went to the human king after the large scale battle and suggested that they luanch a final attack and killed the vicious giant leading orcish army.

the king agreed, but asked for a favour.

the king gave dawnblade his fathers blade, and asked him to lead the attack, legend has it the blade was originaly made for Thor, but the dwarves gave it away to a peasent family when they discovered the gods asked for a hammer, and thsnks to that sword the peasent family became royal, and the sword was passed down from generation to generation.

dawnblade was so honored a tear ran down his eye, he said nothing but 'yes!' and lead the attack.

dawnblade rallied up the dwarves, the gnomes, the elves, and the humans and traveled up the fiery mountains near the human kingdom.

when they arrived at the orcish base, the gurads bowed their heads before them, and opened gates, the gurads were left unharmed, when dawnblade and his men passed thru, one of the gurad looked over to dawnblade and said "gut the lying tyrant for me, mr.none human."

it was then dawnblade knew, the orcs had been lied to by the giant, that they were told the humans viewed them as abominations, and that they tricked into battleing the humans.

there are many interpretations of what happened next, some say a large scale battle broke out between the orcs and the allied races and that menneskebeiler was killed in the large battle.

others say the orcs were being treated as slaves, mining into the giant mountain to expand it, that they did not help with battle and the giant took on the entire army by himself, exantualy only to die by giving in to his own wounds.

but the most highly beileved interpretation is that te giant was sitting on a throne, whipping at the orcs while they were minning for their failure, when dawnblade threw his sword at the giant.

legend has it the giant held up his sheild to protect himself, looking like he didn't care at all, but the sword broke thru his sheild, suprising him, then it cut thru his arm, and then, to end it all, cutting his head in two. killing him.

what happened after wards is highly agreed upon, the orcs were allowed to leave so long as they left the mountain and from now on, lived under the surface.

there are orc clans all over the world, but none of them had such hatred for humans as they did.

when dawnblade and his men returned, a large celebration was thrown thru out the kingdoms.

dawnblade would later move away to a smalldwarven village, no one knows what became of him, some say he died, others say he lives a normal life now, but no story has ever been confirmed.

all that as been confirmed, is that dawnblade will forever be a hero.
"

mort then scooted his chair back and said "Well, that was a really long story, i have to go to the bathroom."

mort got up and walked out of the room.

five minutes passed when he had returned.

"you've been gone awhile." said dawnstrider.

"i'm sorry to keep the rest of you waiting." said mort "i was holding it in all meeting long and the time it took to tell the story pushed it over the edge."

"it, quite alright mortamere" said charles "the only thing i don't understand is this: why do you see the orcs as a threat if they were banished underground twenty or so years ago?"

"well" said gor'thok "i was rasied in the underground city of the orcs, it never seemed suspicious until a new warchief was elected, something about him..bothers me. like hes planning something, or working with someone..."

"i have a question" said ron

"the orc city was built a year before i was born." replied gor'thok.

"ok" said ron.

"well then" said charles "What do you purpose we do?"

"well" said gor'thok " i purpose we luanch an expedition into the orc lands to keep a close watch on them, see if they are doing anything that could harm security."

"what if they are?" asked charles "what do we do then? without dawnblade i don't think our men could fight aganist them very well."

gor'thok sat there silent for about 15 seconds.

"go get dawnblade" said gor'thok.

"okay then" said charles "whe'll talk to him in the morning, anything else for the day?"

they all sat there silent until mort said "no".

"okay" said charles "meeting over. see you gents next meeting."

everyone but the elder got up from thier seats and walked out.

once everyone left, the elder picked up a flask from under his throne, un capped it, and began to drink from it.

"heh heh" said the elder, in a stronger, younger sounding voice as he stopped drinking from the flask. "dumbasses still think i don't speak english...wait, isn't this norway?"

*the next day*

there is an elf laying down on a couch sleeping in what appears to be a normal looking house, he is wearing a light green shirt and blue geans.

he is sleeping while a small, elven looking boy, the size of a full grown gnome with hair down to his shoulders is playing with blocks on a mat, the sound of siziling is heard from the kitchen, as if something is being cooked.

a knock is heard on te door.

"hello? dawnblade? its mort!" said the visitor.

the elf got up from the couch and opened the door.

"mort?" sad dawnblade "is that you? how long has it been?"

"ohh" said mort "its been abit."

mort looked over at the elven toddler.

"oh ho!" said mort "i can see you've been busy"

"haha" said the dawnblade "yeah, i guess i have"

"so how old is he?" asked mort.

"about eight" said dawnblade.

"wait a second" said mort "he looks six."

"well" said dawnblade, sounding a little nervous "theres a very good reason for that"

a gnome with long green hair poked her head out of the kitchen.

"everything okay honey?" asked the women.

"yes dear" said dawnblade "i'm just talking to an old army buddy, you remember mort right?"

"oh yeah" said the gnome "hello again mort!"

the gnome went back into the kitchen and countinued cooking.

mort stood there with his jaw hanging open. looking at dawnblade.

"mort you remember private eliza right?" said dawnblade.

"yes" said mort "but i don't remember you MATING with her! shes a gnome for Odin's sake!"

"no comment" said dawnblade, "anyway, was there something you wanted to ask me?"

"oh yes" said mort "you're needed...and maybe eliza too..."

"what?" said dawnblade "what in the name of bargi are you talking about?"

"we think the orcs are are planning somthing" said mort "we're going to set up a camp near their city to keep watch on them, if they try anything we need you to help uss handle the situtation."

"thats moronic!" said dawnblade, angry "you want me to abandaon the life i have here, my wife, my child, to battle an enemy we've made peace with 24 years ago?"

"thats not what i'm saying!" said mort

"then what are you saying?" said dawnblade

"all we want is too keep watch on them for a little while." said mort "we're going to do it with or wihout you, and if you don't help us and they destroy the expedition, they're going to take it to the civilians, that means YOU, and your family."

dawnblade bowed his head down and lte out a sigh.

"alright" said dawnblade "but if they're aren't doing anything soon i'm leaving right away."

"fair enough" said mort "the caravan leaves for mount menneskebeiler in the morning."

"you know that means human lover in norwegian" said dawnblade

"whats norwegian for gnome lover?" said mort

dawnblade rose his middle finger at mort and closed the door.

"haha" said mort "dawnblade always had quite the temper."

*the next the day, 50 miles from the boder of the human lands.*

the wind is blowing colder and harder then ever, thousand of horses and wagons are seen in a mountain pass.

dwarven, human, and elven soldiers are surounding the horses, and the wagons, the wagons and soldiers can be seen 50 miles accross the pass, enough to fill the entire pass.

an elf is seen walking towards the very back of the large caravan, a gnome women in armor is holdin his hand while he carrys what looks to be his his son on his shoulder.

they approach a half orc leaning on the wall of the mountian pass with his arms crossed near a golden diamond encrested wagon.

the elf sits his child down near the orc and kneels down to talk to his child.

"okay son," said dawnblade "this is as far as they'll let me take you."

"daddy?" said the boy "where are you and all these people going?"

"we're going on a trip son" said dawnblade "its a really really important bissnuess trip that only grown ups are allowed on, and it may take a really really long time."

"is it that the thing with the orcs?" asked the boy.

"...yes...it is harald." said dawnblade.

the boy hugged his father.

"please don't let the orcs kill you daddy." said harald.

"son" said dawnblade as hugged his "the orcs would be lucky to so much get near my spit alive, let alone kill me, don't worry."

the two let go of each other and dawnblade stood up.

"don't let them hurt mommy ethier daddy." said the boy.

"don't worry" said dawnblade "i'll make sure no one hurts mommy ethier."

the boys mother hugged the boy and kissed him on the head.

"were going to be just fine sweetie" said the boys gnome mother.

his mother let him go and went in the golden wagon.

the half orc walked up to the elf and his son.

"were heading off in 5 minutes, so say the rrest of your goodbyes and go off." said what appears to be gor'thok.

"son, this orc here is gor'thok" said dawnblade "he has worked very hard to get where his is right now."

"you mean standing right next to you?" said the boy.

"no i mean..." said dawn blade "oh, it doesen't matter."

"he's going to be your guradian while me and mommy are away, be a good boy for him." said dawnblade.

dawnblade went into the wagon, the man in the very front of the 50 mile long mountain pass blew on a giant horn, the horn was loud enough to be heard from the nearby villages.

when the horn was blown the caravan started moving, thouands of troops, wagons, and horses started moving.

it was the biggest caravan in dwarven his history, the just stood there, by the orc, waving goodbye to the golden wagon until it was out of sight.

the half orc lifted the the boy up on his shoulder and walked towards his village in the setting sun.

"hey mr.thok?" said harald

"yes?" said gor'thok

"do you think i'll ever be as great of a hero as my daddy is?" asked harald.

"no son." said gor'thok "i think you're going to be even greater."

[end of chapter one]