Ulrik scoffed as he witnessed the ship overhead pass them by. He was annoyed that he had even bothered to stop his army from marching through. These tallfolk wouldn't even give him the light of day.

"Feckless cowards didn't even come down to meet us."

Halmdir came back through, "M'lord, the army's is holding."

The dwarves on the other side of the gate looked to Halmdir and finally, Ulrik said, "Fuck waiting. Get the army to march through the damn gate and send a messenger to the capital. I want another damned army ready, we're holding down this side of the gate."

Halmdir nodded and went back through the gate. A minute would pass and the first column of dwarves would arrive. Hundreds of dwarves at a time. Pikes, swords, hammers, and shields filling the immediate area. Ulrik looked towards the Horizon, this place was not their homeland of Dunmar.

"Well, it would've been fucking convenient if this was Dunmar aye lads?" he shook his head, "Now we have to rely on maps and centuries old knowhow to try and find this damned place. We will not be denied our glory."

"What do you want us to do if any other folk come through the gate m'lord?" Halmdir asked.

Ulrik looked to the gate, his eyes fierce and cold, "They haven't changed a wee bit. Talk to them, gently at first. But if they look down on you, make it fucking clear that we dwarves are not to be trifled with. Find out what they want with this place, why they're here, where they're from. If they don't want to fucking talk, KICK THEIR SORRY ARSES BACK TO THE SHIT HOLE THEY CAME FROM!"

Halmdir nodded, "Aye m'lord. I'll set a camp here then."

Ulrik raised a brow and looked back at Halmdir, "Only a camp?"

"M'lord?" Halmdir looked at Ulrik with a confused expression.

Ulrik looked around, "Halmdir, let's show these tallfolk we mean business. Get the earthworks and make fort they can't possibly ignore. A camp first, then a fortress."

"Wouldn't that give the wrong impression m'lord, I thought we were avoiding war." Halmdir asked.

"Halmdir, these fucking arseholes would do the same damned thing. What makes you think they'd just let us march our people through? Mark my words, if we don't, they will." Ulrik then looked back to the Horizon, his eyes searching for the snowy peaks of Dunmar.

Halmdir looked to a messenger, "You heard the king, pass the word!"

"Aye sir."

And so the dwarves worked hard to set up temporary fortifications in place of permanent ones. Hours would pass as more of the Dwarves poured through the gate. Ulrik would send a force of five hundred dwarves led by Halmdir out west as their compasses dictate to reconnoiter the surrounding area and find out where the hell they are. He would do this sending small forces in all four cardinal directions to secure his position near the gate and ensure that if there was anything here, he'd know about it.

There was much to do and many trials that awaited the dwarves, much more than they would anticipate. There were many realms that would march through the gate, some friendly, some malicious, some they could not even fathom. At the same time, there was also much to explore in this world, things that Dwarves who've only stayed in their mountain have never seen before. They too had much to learn about their ancestral world of Gaia. The ruins around the gate would be a good place to start.