[center][h2][color=violet]Clan Metalbeard[/color][/h2]
[b]H) Expand Military
E) Explore [/b][/center]

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With the rain gone, bellies being filled, and dwarves dueling each other over petty arguments, there was work to be done. Yes, plenty of work. The council had conversed among themselves, wanting nothing to simply await for the times to pass, yet they couldn't help but organize something. The old men needed to do something for the King was gaining too much popularity with the masses, especially with them being complacent with the situation. However, an agreement would come among them to organize a bit of a military, just in case the king tried to dispose of the council and gain control of the entire clan. They sent for dwarves who seemed to always win their duels, ten of them were gathered and judged before being accepted. There the ten stood in front of the Council, awaiting what they were to be told. 

"The times have changed, the metal spirits side with Blackhand and as do you, the people. The metal priest, Marum, is providing little help to us, the council that he had been a part of for many years. With everyone out and about, we sought fit to organize a band to aid us in these times," spoke the head of the council, eyeing the duelists with a discerning eye. "However, as we may be able to equip you, we can not give you the experience you need. Your job will be to explore north of the mountain, your training will be to bring back a trophy, the heads of enemies or beasts who challenge you along the way, you will discuss who will head your group and you will equip yourselves at the entrance of the hold, dismissed."

The ten obeyed and began walking towards the entrance of the hold, through the halls of the old mountain keep. Among these ten was Ava Shieldbreaker, one of the best duelists around since she had to fend people off from claiming her family's plot of land. "I don't like this. It's feeling' wrong in me bones," she stated, looking at her companions. 

"Aye, but who are we t' go against the council," Gorm Ragetoes agreed, before continuing on, "We need a leader. Ava, you have experience in leading, ya?"

"Aye, but that was farmin' not fightin' ya brutes," Ava laughed. 

"I volunteer then!," a young voice spoke up, one of the new adults, Grogrim Blackhand spoke up, the eldest born of the king. 

"I didn't even see ya lad!" one of the others laughed in surprise as he realized the prince of the clan was going with them. 

"I suppose we can give the young lad, a shot. Maybe make his da proud!" Another stated, earning laughs and agreement from the others. 

Soon they were at the entrance hold with some of the smithing dwarves there with some basic armor and weapons for the dwarves. Ava chose a Warhammer, all the better to break shields with. Gorm picked up a longsword, the bigger the sword the better the boast. Finally, Grogrim chose a simple sword and a shield. Now being equipped, the ten stood out of the hold and gazed into the untamed wilderness. It was time to strike into the heart of it and come back champions. 

They would do the clan proud.