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'''Our Beginnings'''
  
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The sons of Uwguan and the sons of Kwug liww awways do battwe; It was oul duty since the fawwen sewvant of the Bwathmowdakin, the acculsed fwame, Ibrees, uttewed his finaw vengeance upon this wowwd as he was smote by the Gods and theiw sewvants. And fulfiww oul duty we did; in the fifty-ninth season since the beginning of the wecowding of time by the weckoning of the ewves when we did entew into waw lith the uluk again. Hewe it is whewe oul stowy begins. Deep in the eawth at some outpost, wong fowgotten by the west of dwawfdom. Hewe wawliows and minews wowked awongside to fulthew the goaws of a kingdom which had wong since fowgotten them. Wittwe did we know that the uluk had found us; The tunnews fiwwed lith a stawe aiw and a feww mood took aww of us wong befowe the snawling and waw-howns could be heawd. As the howde feww upon us oul brothews and sistews fought valiantwy against the uluk, but vawow awone does not bring victowy and one by one we feww, but I would not awwow defeat. With what wemained of my stwength aftew endwess houls in battwe, I fought my way to the highest point in the cavewn and swung my axe into the thick wooden beam that hewd the woof in pwace. Oul kin saw what I did and they fowwowed, no wongew caling fow sulvivaw ow attacking the uluk, we attacked the vewy beams that pwevented oul untimewy deaths. The uluk knew this too, but by this point thewe was nothing they could do. The tunnews came cwushing down, the dust brinding and the sound deafening.
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The sons of Urguan and the sons of Krug will always do battle; It was our duty since the fallen servant of the Brathmordakin, the accursed flame, Iblees, uttered his final vengeance upon this world as he was smote by the Gods and their servants. And fulfill our duty we did; in the fifty-ninth season since the beginning of the recording of time by the reckoning of the elves when we did enter into war with the uruk again. Here it is where our story begins. Deep in the earth at some outpost, long forgotten by the rest of dwarfdom. Here warriors and miners worked alongside to further the goals of a kingdom which had long since forgotten them. Little did we know that the uruk had found us; The tunnels filled with a stale air and a fell mood took all of us long before the snarling and war-horns could be heard. As the horde fell upon us our brothers and sisters fought valiantly against the uruk, but valor alone does not bring victory and one by one we fell, but I would not allow defeat. With what remained of my strength after endless hours in battle, I fought my way to the highest point in the cavern and swung my axe into the thick wooden beam that held the roof in place. Our kin saw what I did and they followed, no longer caring for survival or attacking the uruk, we attacked the very beams that prevented our untimely deaths. The uruk knew this too, but by this point there was nothing they could do. The tunnels came crushing down, the dust blinding and the sound deafening.
  
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I slipped into dawkness and begged fow the Gods to take me. But that was note my fate. When I awoke, in a poow of my own dlied brood oul home was no mowe, what was once a mighty cavewn was now wubbre, stone upon stone, mighty woads weduced to naught mowe then wocky cwawwspaces. I seawched. The gwoaning of the dying aww awound, my brothews and my foes alike, but thewe was nothing I could do fow them and even then, the gwoaning ended. My task was to find my death, but the Gods would not take me. Not yet. Pulwed fwom the wock five of my awlies and the bonds caused by broodshed awe as stwong as those cawlied in the brood and fwom that moment fowwawds, we wenounced oul fowmew ties and became one cwan: Tunnewsmashew. Aww those who died in that fowsaken pwace wemain oul kin in spilit.
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I slipped into darkness and begged for the Gods to take me. But that was note my fate. When I awoke, in a pool of my own dried blood our home was no more, what was once a mighty cavern was now rubble, stone upon stone, mighty roads reduced to naught more then rocky crawlspaces. I searched. The groaning of the dying all around, my brothers and my foes alike, but there was nothing I could do for them and even then, the groaning ended. My task was to find my death, but the Gods would not take me. Not yet. Pulled from the rock five of my allies and the bonds caused by bloodshed are as strong as those carried in the blood and from that moment forwards, we renounced our former ties and became one clan: Tunnelsmasher. All those who died in that forsaken place remain our kin in spirit.
  
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Oul Foundations [Cwan Tome]; Bwyth Tunnewsmashew-Iwongut [Aegis Yeaw 416]
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Our Foundations [Clan Tome]; Bryth Tunnelsmasher-Irongut [Aegis Year 416]
  
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'''Wefowmation of the Cwan'''
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'''Reformation of the Clan'''
  
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Neawwy a hundwed and fowty seasons on the oliginaw six Tunnewsmashews way dead, theiw gwaves fowgotten in Aegis and wong ago desecwated by the taint of Ibrees. The sons and daughtews of this cwan had wong since spwead thin and many uninitiated lith theiw helitage. My fathew, Wawow, ewdest son of Bwyth, was the onwy of the chiwdwen of the six who had the ability to westowe the cwan, he possessed the enchant book and he had himsewf wed a wass who was of fulw Tunnewsmashew brood, howevew, his dweam nevew came to fwuition, as he was swain by the uluk in the Gweat Waw of 1336. The book, awong lith any hope of westoling the cwan passed onto me but I had no intewesting in such things and I spent much of my youth in the human kingdoms engaging in 'unsavowy' past-times. It was onwy in the past season that I wealized that my fathew had gone to his gwave expecting that when the cwan was to weunite that I would be thewe lith him; I finawwy dusted off the owd book and pwaced my hand on the gowden wune on the covew. The wunic wanguage that had pweviouswy fiwwed the book became as cweaw as day and then I sent out summons fow my son and cousin, knoling that the fiwst step in westoling the cwan was lith them.
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Nearly a hundred and forty seasons on the original six Tunnelsmashers lay dead, their graves forgotten in Aegis and long ago desecrated by the taint of Iblees. The sons and daughters of this clan had long since spread thin and many uninitiated with their heritage. My father, Ralor, eldest son of Bryth, was the only of the children of the six who had the ability to restore the clan, he possessed the enchant book and he had himself wed a lass who was of full Tunnelsmasher blood, however, his dream never came to fruition, as he was slain by the uruk in the Great War of 1336. The book, along with any hope of restoring the clan passed onto me but I had no interesting in such things and I spent much of my youth in the human kingdoms engaging in 'unsavory' past-times. It was only in the past season that I realized that my father had gone to his grave expecting that when the clan was to reunite that I would be there with him; I finally dusted off the old book and placed my hand on the golden rune on the cover. The runic language that had previously filled the book became as clear as day and then I sent out summons for my son and cousin, knowing that the first step in restoring the clan was with them.
  
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Oul Wetuln [Cwan Tome]; Baew Tunnewsmashew [Asulon Yeaw 43]
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Our Return [Clan Tome]; Bael Tunnelsmasher [Asulon Year 43]
 
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Revision as of 01:50, 2 April 2020

As translated by Adarl Tunnelsmasher

Our Beginnings

The sons of Urguan and the sons of Krug will always do battle; It was our duty since the fallen servant of the Brathmordakin, the accursed flame, Iblees, uttered his final vengeance upon this world as he was smote by the Gods and their servants. And fulfill our duty we did; in the fifty-ninth season since the beginning of the recording of time by the reckoning of the elves when we did enter into war with the uruk again. Here it is where our story begins. Deep in the earth at some outpost, long forgotten by the rest of dwarfdom. Here warriors and miners worked alongside to further the goals of a kingdom which had long since forgotten them. Little did we know that the uruk had found us; The tunnels filled with a stale air and a fell mood took all of us long before the snarling and war-horns could be heard. As the horde fell upon us our brothers and sisters fought valiantly against the uruk, but valor alone does not bring victory and one by one we fell, but I would not allow defeat. With what remained of my strength after endless hours in battle, I fought my way to the highest point in the cavern and swung my axe into the thick wooden beam that held the roof in place. Our kin saw what I did and they followed, no longer caring for survival or attacking the uruk, we attacked the very beams that prevented our untimely deaths. The uruk knew this too, but by this point there was nothing they could do. The tunnels came crushing down, the dust blinding and the sound deafening.

I slipped into darkness and begged for the Gods to take me. But that was note my fate. When I awoke, in a pool of my own dried blood our home was no more, what was once a mighty cavern was now rubble, stone upon stone, mighty roads reduced to naught more then rocky crawlspaces. I searched. The groaning of the dying all around, my brothers and my foes alike, but there was nothing I could do for them and even then, the groaning ended. My task was to find my death, but the Gods would not take me. Not yet. Pulled from the rock five of my allies and the bonds caused by bloodshed are as strong as those carried in the blood and from that moment forwards, we renounced our former ties and became one clan: Tunnelsmasher. All those who died in that forsaken place remain our kin in spirit.

Our Foundations [Clan Tome]; Bryth Tunnelsmasher-Irongut [Aegis Year 416]

Reformation of the Clan

Nearly a hundred and forty seasons on the original six Tunnelsmashers lay dead, their graves forgotten in Aegis and long ago desecrated by the taint of Iblees. The sons and daughters of this clan had long since spread thin and many uninitiated with their heritage. My father, Ralor, eldest son of Bryth, was the only of the children of the six who had the ability to restore the clan, he possessed the enchant book and he had himself wed a lass who was of full Tunnelsmasher blood, however, his dream never came to fruition, as he was slain by the uruk in the Great War of 1336. The book, along with any hope of restoring the clan passed onto me but I had no interesting in such things and I spent much of my youth in the human kingdoms engaging in 'unsavory' past-times. It was only in the past season that I realized that my father had gone to his grave expecting that when the clan was to reunite that I would be there with him; I finally dusted off the old book and placed my hand on the golden rune on the cover. The runic language that had previously filled the book became as clear as day and then I sent out summons for my son and cousin, knowing that the first step in restoring the clan was with them.

Our Return [Clan Tome]; Bael Tunnelsmasher [Asulon Year 43]

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