In the end, the Dwarf King raised the warhammer in his hand high, his eyes erupting with the fury of the mountains, and let out a thunderous battle cry: "For Aivendel!"
"For Aivendel!"
"By Father God Moradin above, fight for the Shield Dwarves, fight for Aivendel!"
The dwarves raised their warhammers and great axes in unison, releasing deafening shouts, as heavy as the rumbling of mountains and rivers.
Meanwhile, the Imperial Army cheered for the Ashen Empire and their Emperor, and advanced rapidly toward Aivendel.
One side was the invaded, the other the invaders, and the opposing forces of this soon-to-commence war seemed to achieve an odd resonance at this moment.
...
"Quick, deploy all the defenses; let those arrogant Evil Dragon Kin pay the price!"
"Everyone, are the ballistae properly installed?"
"Who moved the stones from this side of the fortifications? Who? Some mongrel raised by orcs!"
"..."
