[hr][center][h1]THE CRUSADE OF RECLAMATION[/h1]
[sub]Or at least it should've been...[/sub][/center][hr]

It started with a startled patrol. A flood of monsters and unfamiliar animals and unknown dangers. But it was after this that the dwarves responded with focused aggression until they could control the situation. It was then that it dawned on them that the magical gateways once again sparked to life and opened a way for the dwarves of Dunmar to return. The generations here were old enough to remember their exodus. Dunmar moved forward, but never forgot. The Emperor himself marched to the top of Scibriz, the mountain capital. He then ordered half the army within Scibriz to assemble. With all this commotion the rumors began to spread, thousands of dwarves who weren't in the army gathered behind the columns of armored men and women.

On top of Scibriz stood Ulrik Longbeard, son of Dorik Longbeard, son of Ulfrik Longbeard. He is from a clan of dwarves who have fought against the goblin menace, dwarves who have led their people to prosperity. Now he stands where his father had led his people. He stands alongside a mighty host of dwarves eager to retake their homeland. He was here at the head of the dwarven formation. An army of twelve thousand dwarves to retake their homeland and rise to the glory their fathers and their forefathers once had. Behind them was a long caravan of dwarven settlers that would once again fill the halls of old Dunmar.

Ulrik looked down hill at the rows of chanting dwarves. He raised one hand balled in a fist and the chanting stopped. The silence filled the air and across the jagged mountain tops the echoes began to fade. He then started his speech shouting at the top of his lungs as the mountains carried his echoing message down towards the foot of the mountain.

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[b]"LISTEN TO ME SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF DUNMAR AND LISTEN GOOD! HERE I STAND WHERE MY FATHER STOOD WHEN HE LED OUR PEOPLE FROM THE CATACLYSM! THAT RAT BASTARD SAVED OUR SORRY ARSES SO THAT WE COULD SURVIVE! NOW I STAND HERE TO LEAD YOU BACK TO OUR ANCESTRAL HOMELANDS - FROM DUNLAN TO MENIR! LET'S TAKE IT ALL BACK BEFORE THOSE GREEN INBRED FUCKS GET THERE BEFORE WE DO! LET GAIA KNOW THAT WE DWARVES HAVE RETURNED AND LET ANY ARMY THAT STANDS AGAINST US KNOW THAT WE WILL FIGHT AND DIE! WE'LL TAKE THEM WITH US IF THOSE BLOODY FUCKS  WANT A PIECE! LET THEM HEAR THE GRUMAKS ROAR AND WATCH THEM SHIT THEIR KNICKERS! STOMP AND SHOUT PROUD DUNMARII! URATH ARAN KATARR!"[/b]
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He grabbed a banner next to him and raised it high while also raising his axe. The people of Dunmar began once again to chant.

[b]"URATH ARAN KATARR! URATH ARAN KATARR! URATH ARAN KATARR!"[/b]

This chant was the rallying cry of Dunmar. [i]Urath aran katarr[/i] in common tongue means [i]to death or glory[/i]. Ulrik would leave Ruhk in the hands of his retainers and lead a crusade to Gaia to reclaim their lost world. He held it in his mind as he walked through the portal. On the other side he found himself shielding his eyes from the harsh sunlight. To his disdain, there were already others here. His army was marching behind him. If these people here on Gaia now were to take the wrong idea then Dunmar would be pulled into an unnecessary conflict that he would have to retreat from.

“Ah shite..." he grumbled, he barely had time to take in the scenery before his entire mood was ruined.

The next to emerge was his retainer, Halmdir Swordsworn. "Ah bloody hell... I haven't seen the tallfolk since I was a wee lad. What should we do about it my lord?"

"Go back and tell the rest of the army to hold... I'll need to barter passage or we might end up fighting the tallfolk and the goblin hordes. I need neither on our crusade."

Halmdir nodded and went back through to stop the army's march on the other side. Ulrik on the other hand continued to curse under his breath, "I'd rather kiss a Grumak's arse than grovel to some tallfolk. I hope the cataclysm curbed their egos or by the gods [b]I'LL CAVE THEIR BLOODY HEADS IN[/b]..."

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[i][b]Meanwhile...[/b][/i]

[i]The drums begin to sound within abandoned dwarven strongholds. The warbled screams of inbred beasts echo within caves and across mountains.

The Goblin horde awakens. It knows that the rifts had opened once more. They too will move soon. They too will sweep across the different worlds and infect them with a savage malice.

Their civilization will march to conquer new lands and spread their accursed race. The question is when...[/i]