Schlagwort: dwarves

  • Dawi 07

    „Load bolts, Quarrellers! Aim, fire!“ — Geribor gave the order to shoot. The trigger mechanisms released with a sound that was deeply satisfying to the dwarf’s ears, and the bolts flew instantly toward the enemy. They pierced shields, armor, and helmets, mowing down entire ranks and striking their targets with brutal precision. The battle had…

  • Dawi 06

    „Don’t burn my beard young beardling! Pull the trigger! Now!“ – Balgar stood next to the flame cannon and shouted orders to the young dwarf. A hissing and snarling sound reached his ears. Had the milk beard followed his orders?That was exactly the thrill Balgar liked so much. King Alrik was right, the machines were…

  • Dawi 05

    “You can neither drink nor fight and if you touch my beard again, i’ll kick your ass!” – Bugman ended the brief conversation with the drunken barkeeper and stepped out of the door. It had become dawn outside and the first rays of sunlight were flooding the valley around Wusterburg. “Damn humans, want our beer…

  • Dawi 04

    „You say the precision of a Spitzohr arrow? Phaha, don’t make me laugh, this thing hits even better!“ – Gromri turned around and pulled back the lever, which triggered the mechanism and threw the boulder a good 600 feet. The surrounding dwarves waited excitedly for the impact on the distant troll target, which was carved…

  • Dawi 03 and Dwarf King

    “Raith your Karin, raith your Gorog, long live our king, long live Karak Ghirn!” – The battle cries echo across the mountain ranges. From afar, one can see the Hammerbearers of Karak Ghirn, the king’s royal guard, clad in the finest of armors – Gromril, forged in the fires of the mountains, worn by the…

  • Dawi 02

    The sky over the Black Mountains is gray and heavy, clouds like molten iron hanging low over the jagged peaks. The dwarves‘ breath rises in steaming clouds as the icy cold creeps around their armor. Yet neither frost nor the weight of their armor can slow their steps. The dull echo of hundreds of boots…

  • Dawi 01

    Der Klang der Spitzhacken hallt durch die uralten Stollen, das Klirren der Edelsteine erklingt wie das Flüstern des Gesteins selbst. Tief in die Berge der Alten Welt trieben die Zwerge über ungezählte Generationen ihre Minen und Tunnel, als wären die Felsen selbst den Zwergen untertan. Majestätische Gipfel durchbrechen die grauen Nebel, ragen wie die wachsamen…