So if you read my earlier post "In The Beginning" this is what happened next. Oh, and Hallmar is lord Vellöndi's son.
Waging war on Simrog the black the Dwarves invaded Banalogh, the Mountain of Fear. In which it is said to be the home of the Murderer. Setting the captives free the axes of the Dwarves rang out against all who dared defy the stone will of the Dwarf-Lords.
Piercing the darkness of the Black Halls the Dwarf-Lords came upon Khoudath the Black king of the Depths. Stepping forward in bold defiance Lord Hallmar challenged The Dark King, “Come hither, ye craven Son of Dark. Face the Stone Crested King of The Dwarves if ye be bold enough!”
And emerging from his black throne Khoudath faced his foe. Black as night was his cloak, and eyes of a cat, rimed with the very malice of evil and touched with the decay of death his black heart burned with anger. “May the darkness take you.” Said he as cool as ice, barely detectable was his parched, dry voice in the dark. “I will feed on your flesh oh great and mighty Dwarf, and you will die in agony. May the Darkness take you!”
and drawing the black blade of Death he ran it through the heart of Lord Hallmar. The black plague of the Death-Sword spread through Hallmar's corps like a cancer, and reaching the hammer of beauty, it turned to the ashen black of Doom. And in the rage of his father, Lord Hallam took up the hammer, Ghalzog. Being taken by Koudath's curse he crushed the scull of The Dark King like pick to stone, and as dawn takes night, the poison of the Death-Sword stopped at the young Dwarf's hands. With haft of ash, and head of diamonds the great hammer of Fear won the Halls of Banalogh, and by the hands of Lord Hallam The Black Handed did the great goblin fall.
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After the fall of Banalogh Lord Hallam pressed onward. Through snow and wind and the swords of ice they reached Hallam-Berg. The dragons of the north lands blew forth a storm in the heat of fire, and molten vengeance spewed up as the smoke of a refining curse bellowed to the heavens in black relief.
The halls where won for Hallam that day, and the oath of his father put to rest. Feasting and celebrating they kept not a wary eye on the trickery of the of the mountain, but like a fool who finds a dragons trove only to forget the dragon, they where ambushed as waves and waves of goblins in the deep black foam of a dark sea climbed over the marry Dwarves like a hurricane washing the white sands of a far away, gray cloaked beach into cold chasms of a watery grave. Attacked and beset from all sides, cornered like a hunted fox the Dwarves made their last stand, but bursting forth in radiant light beams of hope came crashing down in rays of renewing courage, and igniting fear in the hearts of the dark ones.
Swinging his hammer in the fury of fiery bellows the Dwarf king crushed the fell goblins like a boot to the crawling things of the earth, sending them to the abyss of whence all things of darkness shall go, one day fair as the setting sun. But Dwarf-Lords grow weary to, for soon Lord Hallam fell and breathed his last, nigh on victory. Mourned greatly was he, taring their beards in grief the tears of the noble ones ran down their beards, and clear as crystal they dripped to the stone of whence he returned. So great was the anguish of his kin in the land of his Fathers, for he gave his life for his his home and died to save the people of the north and the men of the west.
The rivers of grief came rushing down and behold, some could not swim this wide channel, but succumbed to despair in their empty hearts. In the sea of their tears dripping, dripping down their once merry faces into the pools of sapphire grief, they abandoned Man. For in their grief they shut their doors. And none could open them.
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