The city had over 3 foot snow on the ground when the carriage arrived. The whole week had been overwhelmed by snow. It was really rare to see snow in this part of Zhageroth, many people said that the "old gods", or titans, had arrived and were going to get revenge on the humans, other said that the dwarfs in the mines had some kind of "magical powers" and instead of working on weapons, they had worked on a spell.
At the gate of the castle, soldiers stood to greet the arriving people. Two soldiers took the horses who dragged the carriage into the stall. The other ones took the huge horse carrier and dragged it to the castle.
The castle was very fancy, there was torches on the walls, a huge red rug leading to a huge room where the soldiers were going. The room was very empty, the only thing in there was a table and some chairsstools. The king, prince, queen and princes sat around the table. The soldiers opened the carriage, and out came two orcs. They Bboth of them was were orange-brown colored and had noses big as potatoes. They had wolf fur pants and west. On the side they had axes forged with iron.
"Next time, we have the meeting in Wolfmead." The orc said with a dark voice.
"Im sorry for the weather, Gream, Northsilver never had this much snow, I can't even remember we had snow at all" The king said and waved to the soldiers to prepare the chairs for the two orcs. "It's the same where we liveat our place" The tallest of the orcs said and sat down inand the extra big chair. "I start to believe it really is the old gods"
"Don't be so sillychildish!" the prince said. He took his hand and pulled his long blond hair behind his ears. "There never was anything like the old gods, they're all kids stories".
"Anyway, let's not go down that road, what are you going to do about the defenses?" The king took up the wine bottle and poured it in the orcs glass. "It's horrible! We can't just wait for the White wolf's to arrive here and speaktalk "business" with them! What do you think is going togonna happen?" The orc said frustrated and stood up. "Oh, I'm sorry king Daryl!" He saidstarted saying with a childish, goofy voice. "I didn't know you felt this way! I'll be on my way in a minuteknow!"
"Well, I'm sorry that you can't solve everything with violence!" The king laid down the wine bottle and stood up to meet the orc in the eye.
"I didn't hear you say that during the civil war!" The orc laid his hand on the axe, and the soldiers took up their spears pointing at him. The orc looked around at the soldiers and slowly sat down again. The king did the same.
"Now, I'm going to ask you again, what do you..." The king got interrupted by someone who ran into the room.
"My king... My king...!" The person had lost his helmet and one of his iron shoulders. His eye were blue and frightened, his long, brown hair had sticks and mud in it.
"James?! where are the other ones?" The king stood up and looked at the soldiers to help him.
"Frost.. Frostmourne is free..." He coughed up and fell back on the ground.
*
"What are ye doing mate? Get up!"
Grizzly woke up by a bottle smashed in the head. "Are u out of yer mind?! The sun is about to go down soon, yer gonna get fired if u dont get there now!" Grizzly slowly raised himself from the stone floor, looking around in the bar. He looked out the window into the sun and immediately knew how much the time was. He ran out of the bar into the town. The dwarf didn't really live like normal people, no, they lived inside mountains and all they did all day was forging weapons. Or that's what everyone wanted to do, especially Grizzly. Grizzly's job was to move different weapons or part of weapons to different areas. His boss had said if he did a good job, he could work as a forgerer. The mountain, as the town simply is called, had different levels. The first level had food or clothing shops, the second, third and fourth one was houses for the dwarfs. And the others 34 levels was made for weapon forging. There also was another level that no one except the king and the knights of him could enter. Up there was the level of Frostmourne. Before the civil war, a war against human and orcs, there was something called the old gods. It was gods who lived on the earth and created life, for example orcs and human. But one of the gods, the god of betrayal and also the strongest one, attacked the other gods. His name was Frostmourne. Another god created some kind of life that would stop him and found him in the mountains, they were named Dwarfs. The dwarfs finally found Frostmourne in a mountain and killed him. The dwarfs stayed in the mountains, working on weapons for the old gods, but they just disappeared. So the dwarfs starting forging weapons for the humans.
No one knows how Frostmourne looks like, because they never got the go the the level.
"What took ye so long?" was the first thing Grizzly heard when he lifted up his bag filled with weapon parts. The dwarfs accent was very strange, they couldn't pronounce A very well and always sounded something british alike. "Well... I..... My birthday was yesterday, and I got drunk" Grizzly stuttered.
"So ye had yer birthday six time this month?" Grizzly's boss said. "No, but... can't a dwarf have fun?"
Suddenly everything started to shake. Stones started to fall down from the roof and a very, very quiet roar was heard.
"What in odin's beard was that?" Grizzly looked up to the last floor and saw knights starting to get weapons. The knights runned down the floors screaming: "Everybody need to get out! This is not an training! Everybody get out!" People started to panic and rushing to the gate. When suddenly the roof broke, and an enormous skeleton fell out, breaking houses, crushing stores, killing dwarfs. The skeleton was a dragon skeleton, inside the stomach there was a huge blue light shining, same with the eyes.
"I'll claim this world mine" The dragon said without opening or closing its mouth.The voice of the dragon sounded straight off evil. It sounded like two people was talking at the same time. One voice were dark and sounded like it was roaring. The other voice sounded like a normal human. The dragon fell down, breaking stairs, houses, bridges, everything that got in his way.
The dragon finally landed on the last level and took a huge bite of all the dwarf standing in the area. He shed his wings and flied out of the gate of the mountain.
Now, when the dragon had left, everyone would normally be calmed, but it was the opposite. The mountain started falling apart, breaking level after level. Grizzly pushed himself to get out of the crowd.
"You all shall fall beneath the wrath of my wings" The dragon screamed while he flew away in the distance.
Grizzly got out right in time to see his home fall apart. Knights runned around to help the people that was hurt, and others ran around to find their kids or wife. Grizzly looked at his home, and then felled on the ground. What happened? He thought for himself. Was that... Frostmourne?
He looked at his hand and realised they were bleeding. After that he realised how much pain he was in. He laid down on the ground, everything started to become black for him. The last thing he heard before blacking out was. "Everyone, get out of here!!"
*
"What do you mean Frostmourne got out?"
Everyone had gotten around the person who finally had woken up again. The soldiers held him up and give him water and bread. "I.. I saw him..." The man coughed out. " A huge dragon... from... from the mountains!"
"Who is this man?" the leader said and looked at Daryl. "He is one of my soldiers, I send him out to get weapons at the mountain". Daryl looked at the two orcs. "I believe it's time for you two to leave". "Of course not! I'm gonna stay and listen what kind of "kids stories", as you prefer it, this guy has to tell" The leader said and looked at the prince. The prince looked at the man and pretended like they weren't there. "Frostmourne... He.... he is headed... to Wolfmead...." James, as the mans name was, started to slowly stop breathing. One of the soldiers took his eyelids and pulled them down so his eyes were closed. Daryl looked at the orc leader. "I'm going to send an army to the mountains, to see if he's talking the truth."
"Then I guess that I take care of my own troubles...." The orc said and waved to his friend to come with him. They got in the horse carriage and the soldiers closed it for them.
