Κάπου, Κάποτε, Σε κάποιο άλλο campaign...

...ηρωικοί νάνοι πολεμούν τις ορδές των όρκ που κατέκλυσαν την Mithril Hall !

Στην κάψα της μάχης, στεντώρια νανική φωνή τραγούδησε τον παρακάτω παιάνα και πάγωσε το αίμμα στις φλέβες των βρωμερών ορκ !

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MITHRIL HALL WAR PEAN

Stinky orcs came to our door,
We’ll slay them all & they’ll be no more,
Green skinned pigs will die from me hand,
Chopped to pieces by me mighty axe.

Hear ye sons of pig-faced whore’,
Cause we are the dwarves of Mithril Hall,
Hammer or axe arms me hand,
I’ll kick ye out of me holy land.

One-eyed Gruumsh, die pig,
Moradin will guide me blowin’ kill,
Clagendin Silverbeard leads us all
To war for Mithril Hall.

Hear ye sons of pig-faced whore’,
Cause we are the dwarves of Mithril Hall,
Hammer or axe arms me hand,
I’ll kick ye out of me holy land.

River Surbin is gonna turn red,
Your lifeless bodies its own blood shed,
Yer bones shattered, yer thick skulls crashed,
Me thundering hammer yer spines smashed.

Hear ye sons of pig-faced whore’,
Cause we are the dwarves of Mithril Hall,
Hammer or axe arms me hand,
I’ll kick ye out of me holy land.

Ye dared to step upon our land,
Ye’ll loose yer head, torso & hand,
Ye dared to disturb me anchestors’ rest,
Oh, I swear you’ll suffer ye lousy pest.

Hear ye sons of pig-faced whore’,
Cause we are the dwarves of Mithril Hall,
Hammer or axe arms me hand,
I’ll kick ye out of me Holy land.

Mighty Bruenor with waraxe high,
Breaks yer ranks to our deligh’,
Phibbledorf Pwent & the Gutbusters Brigade,
Lead the charge to charon’s aid.

Hear ye sons of pig-faced whore’,
Cause we are the dwarves of Mithril Hall,
Hammer or axe arms me hand,
I’ll kick ye out of me Holy land.

In Keeper’s Dale we make our stand,
Driving us back? No, ye can’t!
Behind the wall, we make our stance,
Dare to join us in yer death’s dance.

Hear ye sons of pig-faced whore’,
Cause we are the dwarves of Mithril Hall,
Hammer or axe arms me hand,
I’ll kick ye out of me Holy land.

An’ if by chance, you take me soul,
Ye’ll do me a favor, you lousy whore,
I’ll be among me fathers’ arms,
Drinking beers & eating lambs.
I’ll sit inside Moradin’s hall,
Who’s mighty company heals our soul !

Hear ye sons of pig-faced whore’,
Cause we are the dwarves of Mithril Hall,
Hammer or axe arms me hand,
I’ll kick ye out of me Holy land.

Now, we march all to war,
Dressed in the finest of earth’s ore,
Moradin in our hearts, we fear not,
Yer end is near, doubt not,
Our weapons will fall upon yer rot,
Wiping out yer miserable lot !

by Norbir Hammerblow, Paladin of Moradin 5/Cleric of Moradin 3/ Hammer of Moradin 10