In 216PC the dwarfen armies gathered at the border to the Aquilan empire, there to plan and prepare for a swift and destructive campaign. Arrec saw these mere men as peasants and gluttons. It was his first and last mistake of the war. An army was sighted approaching the camps. Shocked, Arrec gathered his forces to repel the men. Upon witnessing the army to contain not men, but the undead, the dwarfs were struck dumb. Battle cries turned to lead in their collective throats and cold fear weaken their resolve. Arrec just managed to encourage his warriors on, but the Aquilan army threw surprise after surprise at the dawi. Locked in combat, the dwarves bettered their fear, but could not better their foe. The undead elite butchered the dwarf centre, and for every two skeletons cut down, one would rise again. Almost without understanding what was happening to them, the dwarfs were crushed and scattered. Arrec alone faired well against the undead lord, yet it was not enough and he was swamped by the vile parodies of living beings.
After the battle the armies prepared to flee, only to find the undead moving back into their realm. For some reason the dwarfs still had a chance to wipe this foul empire from the land. Grudges were recorded. The elves were gifted gold for information of how to fight the disgusting hordes. Lordship of Karak Grimnil was passed to Runelord Alarag Hammerhand. The war had started poorly for the dwarfs but it was far from over.
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