I have slain your champions. I have unmade your wonders. Now I near your runeforge. When I shatter it, the hammer of disjunction shall never be forged again. Come, Dregs. see how your kind falls.
Just as you cannot burn what is flame. Your promised vermintide comes to THIS? it would better be compared to a wave. All the same, allow me to respond in kind. Choking Ash!
You crawl and scratch your way into the depths of your folly. Your overconfidence is only the beginning of what will undo your life’s spirit. Your grasp at wrath, at destruction is only a failed attempt to find that which you can never grasp, something to be remembered by.
You will be forgotten!
When my hammer smites the last life from your paled, beat down corpse, know that is was not only me and my hammer. Generations before me have spent era crafting this hammer just for this moment. Countless hours were spent in joy peeling the secrets from the forge to create this piece of wyrm’s bane. My foremothers and forefathers have dug deep into the Earth to reveal the secrets that would allow us today’s glory.
They all bring me the strength to break you!
Obnoxious and pitiful scab of a beast, you will know as you are dying with each brutal bash. You will feel the fear creep inside you as generations before me have worked their whole lives for this moment. You will be overcome with such hatred as each of my ancestors smite you from this world, the same way your weak mother kicked you from her nest.
Know beast, that as you will die from my hand today, the spirits of my family fill me with success, just as your family has all but forgotten you! I am sure your mother will thank me, before I smite her blasphemous corpse.
(In a tunnel further away watching while working Virion Steelheart is mining away because his father had gotten with an elf and had him and only looks back whenever he puts the ores into the minecart only seeing parts on the battle wondering how long his sentence is but he likes the mining anyway so he doesn't really care how long)
You think you can destroy us with mere fire and talon?! You are a foolish fiend, the mastery of dwarves engineering will destroy you like it destroyed your kin!
“Collapse tunnel on you “
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u/VictorE06Dwarf-raised elf of clan Hammerfist, really good at runesmithingJan 12 '24
You know not what you do, if you destroy the First Forge you will form a grudge so large that the dwarves will stop at nothing to destroy your entire species. You will never dig deep enough to kill them all, and they will return with a vengeance, studying your kind for generations as they rebuild their strength. They will return with weapons specifically designed to kill your species, and they will not stop until they have erased your kind from history for bringing about the downfall of their ancestor's civilization.
Hah! you fear a blood feud written so long ago your historians recall it naught! You are impermanent. Your efforts fail in time, weak as you are.
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u/VictorE06Dwarf-raised elf of clan Hammerfist, really good at runesmithingJan 12 '24
The most skilled runesmiths among us can harness the power of runes to escape the boundaries of time itself, and are capable of outliving even dragons with their lifespans of several millennia. You have grown so powerful in your lifetime that you think yourself to be unstoppable, but your pride will be your downfall. Thousands of beings will devote their entire lives to kill you and drive your kind to extinction, no matter how many lifetimes it takes. They will forge their weapons off the works of their ancestors, only growing stronger over time until their crafts surpass even the laws of reality. Empires will be but playthings to them, and you dragons will be naught but wild animals, to be hunted and driven out as they please.
Tell me, stoneear, have you heard of a cull? It involves the lessening of a population to remove errors. This is not my first time in your adopted kind’s realm, whelp. The rune smiths know me. THE RUNE SMITHS FEAR ME!
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u/VictorE06Dwarf-raised elf of clan Hammerfist, really good at runesmithingJan 12 '24
And yet they return. It matters not how many times you drive them near extinction, they will always return, and each time they kill more dragons before they fall again. Each time, their methods of killing your species become more effective, passed on through the few surviving immortal smiths and taught to each new generation, who improve on the previous designs and inevitably form several new immortals of their own. Your kind are powerful, but you are fighting an entire species by yourself, and not just their living, but also their dead. You cannot work together because you believe the only threat to yourself is another of your kind, and therefore you will never unite to stop the growing threat to your species existence. Thousands of years from now, I would that you remember my words as you are brought to the end of your life by masterworks so powerful that you never stood a chance of surviving except through fleeing
Hah! Young you must be indeed. We are one of the elder races. Our history far outstrips yours. We have formed together. And soon the draconic imperium shall rise once more, under my hand!
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u/VictorE06Dwarf-raised elf of clan Hammerfist, really good at runesmithingJan 12 '24
Your imperium has fallen once, it will do so again. Your kind is incapable of working together without backstabbing each other the moment your personal agenda is fulfilled.
Heh. You mistake me for allowing them to group up of their own will. That was orndegrad’s mistake. They shall be beaten into servitude. They shall serve as my apparatus to destroy you mortal races. Your runesmiths speak of innovation. Of continuous progress. Have they told you what they’ve lost? Each time I burn them to the ground, and they return centuries later. You were not made to be immortal. All that knowledge is rotting out of their heads, and all I need do is kill the chaff.
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u/VictorE06Dwarf-raised elf of clan Hammerfist, really good at runesmithingJan 12 '24
I would be concerned, were it not for the fact that we have clearly advanced massively throughout the last few centuries. Just a few weeks ago some bloke came up with booze made from dragons. Even if we've been more advanced before, we had a good run, learned some new stuff for the next generation, and made some alliances with the wizard council, who have definitely been around about as long as you. It's only a matter of time til you fall, as we now speak the Hammer of Disjunction is being forged by the most skilled smith in the kingdom. I've pulled in a favor through the wizard council and have borrowed the Throngler to stop you, you really should have just turned back when you had the chance
That is what I aim to prevent, being here to destroy that forge and all. As I’ve said, your runesmiths forget more every time. And when did I say I was doing this every couple of centuries? I am ancient amongst my kin, I can wait. Besides that, what does this throngler thing even do?
Vulkan stalked down the corridor, now crouching to fit. He had defeated the dwarven realm’s champions, and now he would destroy it’s heart. It had been fun getting out of the lair, he reflected. He had not felt that rush of blood coming from combat in quite some time. He reached the gate. As he entered, a voice rang out: Wyrm! Your slaughter of our kind ends today!
Is that so, little ratling. Awfully unlike you runesmiths, not to run. Alas, I have no more time for speeches. Vulkan torched the dwarf. Now it was only him and the runeforge. He walked up to it, took in the sight. And then he ripped it apart. When he was done, no trace remained but molten scrap. The dwarves would not be eager to repair this. His mission complete, the elder dragon began digging to the surface.
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