A cold wind blew over Moscov mountain. to most on the surface they would hear nothing but the frosty call of the breeze. but deep below in their dark cozy caverns the sounds are much different. the rythmic din of hammers of metal as countless dwarves go abouts their day to day lives in the factories mines and refineries that filled the underground city. But above the noise of machinery and workers rose a much different noise. In the center of the city, muffled by the stone walls of the council chamber the heads of the clans where conversing deciding the future of an empire.

	“Now men it has been far too long since we paid mind to the greenbacks to the east!” Thorgrim Grudge-Bearer Shouted as he stood up from his stone chair and walked toward the middle of the chamber.”I Propose to the council that we atleast prepare a defence force in the case that the orks stop their squabbling among themselves and focus on our great nation!”

The council stopped the chatting for a minute and then a wave of mumbles and whispers ran through the other 8 dwarves.Every dwarf knew very well that the orks where a force to be reckoned with and if they didnt deal with it soon they would only grow but yet they hesitate due to fear of breaking their isolation and possibly angering the goblin clans with whom the orks had developed a mutual friendship. But then amongest the talk Igor Bugman stood up twirling his beard “Aye Thorgrim, and i bet it would be your clan to benifit the most from supplying the force the weapons Eh?”He asked staring down thorgrim

“Yes, I do say my clan should provide the weapons… but not because of the profit oh no, but instead the right to say that The Grudge-Bearers where the driving force in the elimination of the orks!”

“Oh Yes Thorgrim I am sure the likes of you would do so claiming the glory while the dwarves of the other clans go forward and die while you sit in your factories not a worry in your mind as you pound out metal with which will only go on to be scrapped from the dead and used against our people by the orkish scum!”

This comment caused a roar of anger to go over the council as the clans instantly began choosing sides. The clan masters of the guilded-Beards, Dourhands and Dark forges stood up in defence of the Grudge-bearers saying that all the dwarves of novgrod would fight no matter their clan. while Clans Iron-fists, Flint-axes and Hammer-foots rallied behind bugman. Only one stood undecided int he Topic, Ivan of Clan Stone-helms.

“Enough with this squabbling! I say before we make a decision on this we first must inspect the orks forces and if we find that they are too strong we should seek the help of the other nations…”Ivan said trying to calm the situation before it developed into a fist-fight. But his comment was not well recieved most of the clan-masters simply laughed at Ivans idea to seek help from the other races.

“ Ha Ivan, surely you must be joking comrade? Why would the other races come to our aid? The Arkilians perhaps but what about the qualmeqi? they for long have inbred with the goblins who are as we all know revlatives of those damned greenbacks! I bet they would just as kindly assist them in the slaughter of our people!. Who else could we turn to, the Dengraazd they willd just begin praying to their gods as the greenskins rip apart their armies, and the Seratens those socialists would much rather destroy our great economy in the name of the “Proletariat”.” Nikolai Dourhand said patronizing Ivan.

“As that maybe Nikolai I fear that even our great nation cannot defeat the likes of the orks on our own we must try to get assistance!” Ivan pleaded trying to get the rest of the clan-masters to see reason.

“I agree with Ivan for too long have we sat in our mountains as the rest of the world battled and brawled. we must atleast try to establish some sort of relation atleast a trade between us. it has been a long time since my people have had bread that is not made from cave barley.” Tevye Guilded-Beard said. (He knew in his mind that if they opened trade routes to the other nations his trade businesses would surely profit from the new products from the surface). This made many of the other clans think about their isolation slowly but surley the dwarves decided to allow a increase of foreign trade between them and the arkilians.

The next day a convoy of half tracks laden with furs, ores, and all assortment of gems drove out of the gates of Moscovy and into the deep snowy wilderness toward the arkilian border.