[center][b][h2]Beginning Anew, a Tale of the King from the Moutain[/h2][/b][/center]

Ages, and people, of time long since forgotten, have spoken, and rejoiced, about their great Khazan. Now there was anew king beneath the mountains, a new Kharan worthy of great power, blessed even by the mountain he rules. His name was Uthor. It was clear, to him, that no matter what, he'd bear the crown of symbolic rule. Not for himself, but for his peoples prosperity. From even the tower of this magnificent mountain did he see the magnificent city.

Upon the magnificent spike, the very height of the mountain, had he meditated. Now it was time to return, and Uthor walked yet again, the Khazan Walks. Now, however, he returns victorious.

Upon his head lies the ebony crown, foretold in ancient carvings to bring about great dwarven might for it's rulers people, and that was all he cared for.

In the hardship of descending the greatest mountain to ever bless the surface, Uthor made great acquaintance with the might of the mountain, on many occations feelings it's might, and will, guide him down in a safe descent.

Halfway down the greatest walls ever bestowed upon any dwarven city, Hazan-khar, Uthor began to smile. Standing atop a beautiful cliff, laying it's might down upon the city completed before him. 

[i]It's beauty trumphed Hazahr-Raman (former Dwarven Empire capital), the gate standing as a symbol of might, and it's towers reaching out of the rock, and into the rays of the sun. The rock encased the fortress, and the fortress surpassed the rock. Interconnected, they support eachother. Rock and City in unity.[/i]

Uthor could do nothing but marvel at the lenght of his peoples creation. Just under 400 dwarves, fueled with imagination and hope, created the greatest dwarven city Uthor had ever laid his eyes upon.

Then and there, his peoples will were materialized, and he confirmed them. With a roar, he let out his decree- from atop a frozen mountain, tens of thousands of feet above the ground. "My people! The Ironborne! I HAVE RETURNED A KHARAN!"

He stood still, glancing down at the might of dwarven engineering, the greatest fortress city to bless the mountains. Suddenly, and abruptly, there came a roaring. Unified and unruly, both orderly and chaotic- controlled; his people.

In response, he screamed, and with the might of the mountain behind him, he could feel his voice amplified, and through the lands, the roar became audible.


Now his journey down the great mountain continues, but upon his return, there will be great festivities, and he does not accept any disappointments.

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Within the Chamber of Lieutenants orders came abruptly and accurately, every dwarf laying down their honor for the sake of their people. Ulkan and many others were discussing the harvesting of these 'lightrock', through them, they could maybe engineer somekind of weapon, or at least benefits for the city, instead of using the woods for the fires.

Ulkan had already gathered the majority of the boars and they were making ready to perform a gathering operation with half of the settlements population, and the remainder would dig into the great caverns and forge out of the bedrock great and glorious mines worthy of dwarven brilliance.

Supervised by the Ironborne's tactician, the mining operations would be kept as efficient and effective as dwarfingly possible, after all, they had hope that their Kharan would return with the mountain's blessing. 

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Uthor continues his walk down the mountain. Upon laying gaze upon the Great Fortress-city of Hazan-Murak (their newly built dwarven capital), he roars, and returns the will of his people, quite literally. Feeling the will of the mountain empowering him (possibly through the Ebony Crown of the Great Kharan), he lets out a roaring scream, letting the neighbors know of their newfound will and might.

Down within the Chamber of Lieutenants they are splitting operations into two parts, one is a gathering and harvesting expedition consisting of half of the population and almost the entirety of the boars, and the others are to conduct a mining operation so that they can find enough ore, and minerals, to power the Great Forge, and inturn, lay life to the city.
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