The Human Race

The Dwarves of Muradin

Days pass by and they have not yet found a really safe place for their new homeland for their people. As they came nearer to inside the island, it felt more colder. They past many forests and no attacked them. But they still feel the danger near so they do not want the dream homeland their. ''Is there even a good and peaceful place here Arthas? I think we are just wondering around here and wasting lives.'' Jaina said. Arthas replied, ''I don't know Jaina. But we have not explored the whole island yet. So maybe there is gonna be a safe place here.''They continued walking until they found two cliffs and a path in the middle. ''Wow! I think this is it. The path to the safe place and our dream homeland.'' Arthas said with happiness.''Let's go there.'' They continued walking, the cliffs blocking the sun and becoming darker.'' Shoot those BASTARDS, dwarves!'' A stranger said above the cliffs.'' I will handle it.'' Jaina said, hurling a fireball that hit the left cliff but hit no body. The dwarves, shooting them aimlessly have no idea what they are looking because of the darkness. Minutes later, the sunlight now lightens them and then the dwarves stopped shooting. A dwarf wearing a silver armor, helmet and a hammer and axe said, ''Bloody hell, you're not undead, you're all alive!''The Arthas replied,'' Yes, we are not. By the way, what are you doing in this island? And who are you?'' The dwarf said, '' I am Muradin, the leader and king of the Iron Forge dwarves. We came here to seek a sword called frostmourne and we are going to use it to avenge our dwarven kindom that had been attacked by the undead and now dead.'' Arthas said, '' The frostmourne you seek could be useful to you. I will help you find it.'' Then he replied, '' Thank you.''