[h1][center][u][b][color=DarkSlateGray]Clan Oreborn[/color][/b][/u][/center][/h1]

[i]"Dwarves. Born of stone, born of ore. Yet it is believed that some are born of dirt, and treated as such. Slaves, this is just one example, a core example, of the 'professions' that these dwarves... that we are used for. Yet no matter the hardships we have faced, my son, we continue to stand strong, tough as steel, sharp as bronze, hopeful as gold. There will come a day where you will understand these words, and all else that I've told you..."[/i] "Arngir! Arngir!! Wake up!"

Arngir's eyes shot open, and he hurriedly got up, only momentarily losing balance from the rocking of the ship. The only ship, and most worn down vessel, of what was left of the already meager fleet. All that was left now was a single ship and several large boats, most of which were fishing vessels.

One of the watchmen beckoned him over and pointed toward the horizon, "Sir, see there? Land, we have finally come upon land!" Arngir peered in the distance, and sure enough he could see a mountained island ahead, and the outline of a much larger land, perhaps a whoel continent, beyond it. But what caught his eye the most, was the great shape of a mountain so high that couldn't tell if just its peak was above the clouds that surrounded it.

His eyes glimmered.

A new land, a new hope, a new beginning.

"Wake everyone on all the ships, full alert and effort, we will reach the shore as soon as possible..."

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Clan Oreborn reached the southern mouth of a, from what they could discern, western flowing river. The ship could go no further, so its supplies were transferred to the other boats and they salvaged what they could of the battered vessel before sinking the remains. The decision was made to move inland towards what the clan was calling the World Mount, and so they took the remaining boats upriver, with a party on land as there wasn't quite enough room.

Eventually, they reached the western base of the mountain. Here. It is here that they would make their new home. And they wasted no time in unloading the supplies and salvaging more of the boats to make sturdy yet temporary shelter.

[hider=Summary]After great struggle, Clan Oreborn leaves their old lands and lives as 'filth'. Reaching the new continent and settling at the western base of the giant mountain on the east of the continent, south of and next to the westward river.[/hider]