Yeah, I headbutted that giant during the last siege, hurt him more than me
Dwarfs, quite the stout fellows they are, aren't they?
Undoubtedly, they were the race which held the strongest during the appearance of the legion. As it goes with many races, heroes rose. Khogrin was one of them, having newly arrived back to the mainland after a adventure on one of the far off islands he returned to absolute chaos. The legions was upon the mountain dwellers, and their mountains wouldn't hold against such forces. Khogrin had always been a warrior, through and through. He rallied his people, roaring at the top of his lungs that they would "Throw these giant fuckers directly back into whatever hell they crawled out of!" Such attitude was always welcomed by their kin. And they fought bravely, yet the tide of unending filth could not be steemed, much to his own dismay they were soon forced back into the ancient dwarven forts.
Soon enough the rest of the world joined them, again, much to Khogrins dismay. Seemed it was not much shame in their loss, since it was very much the same for the others combatants. Yet, it was such an unbearable shame to be pushed up into their castles, the beasts outside laughing their asses off from our weakness.
There was nothing noble in the blood of Kraghammer, yet Khogrin had proved himself to seemingly remain completely unphased by the terrible slaughter that had descended upon the realm. The dwarves, had slowly, unkowingly started looking more to the warrior rather than the lords and kings who had called back their guards to secure their assets. This would not last, the leaders would undoubtedly soon realize the power this singular warrior held, and done him in. Yet soon the "Victory of Civilisation" took place. The humongous siege upon all their remaining forces. Yet again, Khogrin took the lead, rallying the warriors of rock. Their leaders attempted to form their lines, yet the dwarves were ravenous. Spurred by Khogrin and fueled by an undying lust for revenge, they broke their lines, launching themself while swinging wildy at their enemies.
Soon, the very first victory was secured. Just like the sudden leadership of Khogrin Kraghammer.
But he was not satisfied, they had not won anything, only kept themself away from their own inevitably demise. Soon, he rallied their forces yet again, his rumour had spread like a wildfire among the forces of civilisation, there was noone who didn't know of "Ironvoice Khogrin". So when he rallied for yet another fight, the humans, elves, dwarves, halflings and lizardmen joined in under his banner. A banner who he had not himself created. He never meant to become a grand leader, only fueled by unsettling willpower to reclaim what was theirs. Soon, he ventured out on the very first "Ewerim Expedition" his force rushing out into the mountains they had been holed up into. With the combined fury of these races they fought suprisinly far. Yet, as it was predicted by the rest of their kin who considered Khogrin and his forces to be immensely foolish, they fell. The front broke, ravaged and broken the war-party returned to the citadels, yet strangely enough, all carrying a smile. It couldn't be doubted, along the way they had won numerable victories, slaves had been freed, families had been avenged and enemies had been slaughtered, revenge had been taken. It was not a success, but it was a valiant struggle.
A struggle, which even to this day Khogrin remains to fulfill