Morier- Evil One (Elvish)
Bragol Alaa- Strength (Elvish)
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Italicized words are of another language.
Chapter 1: Slóp and Friends
Slóp and his fellow Dwarfs marched through the abyss called Khazad-dûm. They were on a mission to rebuild the grand city of the Durin folk. But there is a problem, majority of the Dwarven race was wiped out by the War... Not the War of the Ring, but The War. The War was a thousand year old war between Men and Elven folk. Soon after the war started both sides begged for the help of the Dwarfs. For some odd reason the Dwarfs sided with the Elves, many say it had to deal with Gimli's affiliation with Legolas. Gimli was the Dwarven King at the time, yet he is now long gone and the Dwarfs have no king...
Felix crept close behind Slóp the whole trek through the dark place. Quite seldom was Felix referred to as 'brave'. A pebble slid off Felix's boot and tumbled down the stairs they were descending. Clank! Clank! Clank! The company stopped, waiting to hear if there was anything awoken in the deep annals of this place. Not many people venture into Moria these days... But the Dwarfs have a mission.
Slóp plopped his stout self down on a rock and opened up his pack, he grabbed from the leather bag a piece of fruit, and he took a bite and passed it around. His companions let him know their displeasure with groans. He soothed, "Look it's either that or eat your own beard!" That quickly stifled the quarrel. As the fruit was making its second time around the group a clatter was heard and their torch died. Slóp swung his axe over his shoulder and his fellow drew their weapons. All save one... The Dwarf named Fornbogi drew his bow... In common his name stood for Ancient Bow.
They heard several hustling noises and stifles. Slóp wiped his eyes in the pitch darkness to clear the stinging sweat from his sight. Felix dropped to his knees and retrieved a rock, with a swift strike he lit the torch once again to reveal four Goblins peering through the musty chamber. Slóp commanded, "Identify yourself Morier!" The goblins replied with a hiss of dismay and drew their notched swords. Fornbogi let go of his notched arrow and dropped one of the goblins, Slóp leapt forward with the swiftness of an eagle and relieved a goblin of his head. Surprisingly Felix also struck, within moments the goblins were gone. Slóp wiped his axe of blood and said, "There are probably more… Have you lot heard the story of Gandalf the Grey and the Balrog?" Nobody answered until the quiet Fornbogi finally spoke, "I have… The Balrog is gone he took care of it… Trust me." Slóp smiled and they set out further into Khazad-dûm.
"Look…" whispered Slóp, "it's the grave of Gimli son of Glóin. Felix dropped to his knees seemingly worshipper the casket of Gimli. Slóp admired Felix for one thing, he had the chance to meet Gimli and himself hadn't. Their leader commanded, "Come on we must make haste to reach the throne room and start rebuilding." Felix quickly rose and while he was leaving he let his hand feel the cool gems that were encrusted into the coffin.
That was several some years ago, but our tale begins with the Khazad-dûm empire in it's best.
Slóp sat on his jewel set throne as a single ray of sunshine peered down into the chasm from a fissure far above his head. There was a problem growing in Moria, the problem of Goblin infestation. Fornbogi informed, "Sir the only possible place they are spawning from is Mount Gundabad, the Old New capital of Goblins," Slóp nodded, "Are you suggesting war? We are still young Fornbogi, we have not the force to take Gundabad… We yet to reproduce warriors first we must rally the scattered Dwarves and bring them hear to Khazad-dûm! Bragol Alaa in Khazad-dûm!"
So set out five Dwarves Fornbogi the Archer, Felix the Fast, Darri the Spearman, Galarr the Healer, and Jari the Mean.