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Now, I managed to pick up some Norse Dwarf Models incredibly cheaply (5 lords for £1.50!) at a market somewhere, and decided to base my fluff around this, so, here goes:Will decide where he leads them when I find my Dwarf Army listThe Dwarves trekked northward. Through treacherous mountains, braving the weather and monsters, trying to find a good area to build a permanent Mine and fortress. They knew what they risked. Most of the Norse Dwarfs had turned into foul creatures, utterly devoted to the Chaos gods. They knew that if they were found, they would be slaughtered in honour of these horrible monstrosities.
For days, weeks, months, they walked. Carrying all their equipment on Ponies and the like, fighting of Rat, Greenskin, and undead in their search through the freezing wastes. Their Lord, the mighty Thurgot, led the travellers with his 5 sons. Walking through the frozen mountaintops, they came across a small saddle, an interesting hill formation, which gave them cover from the elements. Two of Thurgot’s sons, Thran and Norik, the engineers, took their picks and smashed their way into the rock face. The stone crumbled. Thurgot decided to turn this place into their new mine.
Years later, the last of the Norse Dwarf clans, untainted by Chaos, had created their outer defences, and started work on their first mining shaft, after carving out great halls from the rock, in search of precious minerals and gems. For years they had lived in peace, only the occasional Greenskin raider. Then they came. The dreaded enemy. The Chaos Dwarfs. They descended upon the camp like a hurricane, destroying the gates and burning the majority of the houses before the Norse Dwarfs could respond. Deep inside the mine, the din of battle reached the ears of the five brothers, and lead by the Rune Smiths and the Warrior, Frodick, Tornet, and Thurgotson. With their brothers Thran and Norik, they lead the remaining dwarf warriors out of the mines, to do battle with the Chaos Dwarfs. The battle raged for many hours, Thurgotson ran too the left, smashing his shield into a Chaos Dwarf’s face, cutting his leg off with his axe, he charged towards his Father who was stood upon his oath stone, slicing chaos dwarf’s heads off with his glittering golden sword. Suddenly a daemonic axe flex from the hand of a tall Chaos Dwarf, and embedded itself in Thurgot’s shoulder. Thurgotson charged his way through the press of struggling bodies to his father’s side. He was dead. Thurgotson took up his sword, the golden blade with red runes blazing.
He thrust it upward into a chaotic figure, it fell next to him. He fought his way to the Dwarf who had killed his father. In one stroke he decapitated him. The body exploded. A great daemon came forth and launched itself at Thurgotson, smashing him to the floor. Tornet leapt over him, hammer raised, and slammed it into the daemon’s forehead, runes flashing, channel untold magical energy into the Daemon. It exploded, blowing every combatant to the floor, and scattering the Chaos Dwarfs. Tornet fell to his knees. Then backward into Thurgotson’s arms.
“No more.” Vowed Thurgotson.
He led his clan south, in an attempt to settle in one of the great dwarven cities of old. Fighting against anybody that stood in their way, and rescuing patrols of Dwarfs along the way. Soon his throng grew, and he led them too the nearest city. Years later, he led them south too …
I might be wrong but I always thought there were Norse Dwarfs in the warhammer world present day. Still I quite like the story.
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From the Fluff in the dwarf Army Book, the Norse dwarfs went north, and during the coming of Chaos, they hadn't had enough time to make their mines deep enough, and most were tainted by chaos. Those that weren't were hunted down by the Chaos Dwarfs - No dwarfs that went North or East returned.
I've decided to write part 2Next bit will be the legend of Karak Zorn and the next part of the story xDThe Norse Dwarfs marched south, across frozen Mountain tops, camping in cave, with sentries on duty, watchful of anything that might attack the Travellers. Along the way they passed Merchants and Dwarven Patrols, some Dwarfs joined the Band, but not many. They kept travelling south. Past the slayer keep of Karak Kadrin. Further south to Karaz a Karak. They walked up to the gates and hailed the gate master.
"Who are you?" Shouted the Gate Master,
"We are from Norsca!" Replied Thurgotson
"No Dwarfs exist in Norsca, leave now or I'll order the Hammerers to stand to!" The gatemaster raised a crossbow, staring down from the top of the Gate house at the group of travellers, "Leave! Now!"
"Come on Thurgotson, we're not welcome here." Said Frodick.
The group turned away again and left. and continued to march southwards, coming across two Strongholds that they darn't go near, green skins patrolled the battlements. They Came to Karak Azul. These dwarfs welcomed any reinforcements. They spent a year or so here, helping the Hold defend itself against numerous sieges. Thurgotson didn't want to be a subordinate however, he wanted his Clan to have a hold of it's own. The king of Karak Azul told him that is was neigh on impossible to retake the nearby Holds, and completely Impossible to build a new one.
"What's this?" Asked Thurgotson,
"This Arrow, 'To the lost hold of Karak Zorn.'?"
"Havn't you heard the tale?" Inquired Thane Gronir, One of the tahnes of the hold,
"Not a word..." replied Thurgotson.
Part 3"Karak Zorn. The City of Gold. No longer on any map or record. It's on the southern tip of the World Edge mountains legend has it, where all the streaks of ore stem from. It's said that you can't mine more than two foot before you strike Gold, or a precious gem. Everything was gold, the walls, the furniture. It's described as a snowy island surrounded by a desert sea. It's the Origin of the Dwarven race, if the legend is too be believed. A great city, teeming with Dwarfs, mining, trading, creating vast decorative monuments. Then the dwarfs went Northward, in search of more riches, leaving behind around half the Dwarven population to guard the sacred Hold. Messengers from the Hold became rarer and rarer. The King of Karan Zorn was a great Dwarf, his name lost to history. He wrote the first book of grudges, a book that supposedly now lays in a vault at Karaz-a-Karak never to be read. Yet this book holds all the secrets of Karak Zorn, and was carried, by the Wounded son of the King, all the way to Karaz-a-Karak, when supposedly some Evil force swept through the halls, killing and destroying all in it's path. He said he was sent north, before the force swept into the final chamber. The fate of the Hold is not known by anyone still alive today, maybe it's still there, teeming with Dwarfs once more, although in this day and age, it's probably infested with great creatures - dragons and the like. Either way, no Dwarf who has set off in search of the Lost Hold has ever returned." Gronir told Thurgotson of the legend. A place where any dwarf would be in heaven. An Eden for Dwarfs. Thurgotson returned to his chamber, and gathered his brothers around him.
"Karak Zorn. That is where we must go. We're not welcome here, or anywhere. We must travel south and place our faith in Valaya and Grungni, and let them guide us to Victory, or death." the words hung in the air for a while, the Brothers sitting in silence.
A voice spoke.
"You sound like a slayer Brother!" Said Norik in jest,
"We're not welcome anywhere Norik, we must try to create our own hold, but we can't recapture one of the ones overrun by Greenskin scum! Karak Zorn is our Only hope!"
"Ayre. That's true." replied Norik. The other brother mumbled in agreement.
"Then that's it! We march Southward."
The Norse Dwarfs made their preparations, years supplies of food and ammunition. Thane Gronir ran to Thurgotson's side,
"I Hear you're to try and reclaim Karak Zorn?"
"Aye." Replied Thurgotson Solemnly.
"You can't do it on your own, that'd be suicide, you have, 50 or so warriors? That's not enough if those halls are filled with Greenskins and monsters."
"We can try."
"I Can't let you do it alone Thrugotson."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm coming with you - with my throng! There is no finer display of Artillery outside of the Karaz Ankor [Dwarven Empire, literately Ever Realm]!"
"Why? Like you said - it's suicide."
"It's not if we do it together, Norse Dwarf and South Dwarf - together on the field of battle. It'll be a historical moment! We march south with you." and so the first Army of Norse and Southern Dwarfs marched south, to regain the lost hold, of Karak Zorn.
I think you'll find that the dwarfs that mutated and turned away from the ancestor gods are those who when east. These became the Chaos Dwarfs, something which even the most loose lipped dwarf would not discuss. The clans and family trees of those who had familiy/clan members go east was altered, to deny any existence of these traitors. The new 'orphan dwarfs' were adopted into families who did not send anyone east.
The northern dwarfs all had time to hid in their cities deep within the mountains. And the underway stretched to all these holds at this time, so they had contact with their cousins and families further south.
There isn't much on them, but they exist and aren't chaos.Originally Posted by Fantasy Lexicanium