The Defense of Highwall (Dwarvish Legend)

The Defense of Highwall
Throgmar Gemtooth was said to be one of the thirteen sons of the first King of Dwarves, Urak Gemtooth.

During the first ever Festival of Fire, the city of Highwall was a place of celebration for all Dwarves. The miners, crafters, farmers and soldiers celebrated their existence and their god Moradin in a giant feast right after presenting the Statue of Moradin to the King. But, Throgmar had a vision in his dreams the night before the Festival. It warned him of a danger Highwall faced, and so he stayed on guard, staying sober all night. And then he heard them. A horn sounded, and he immediately grabbed his trusted warhammer and shield, running towards it. He got to the Canyon of Skulls (or as it was known back then: the Canyon) and saw thousands of Hobgoblins marching towards the undefended city of Highwall. He called for help but not one other Dwarf capable of combat was sober and so he stood alone.

Without a second of doubt he charged towards the edge of the Canyon, jumping right on one of the Hobgoblin War Elephants. He killed the rider instantly and took control over the Elephant. He used it to kill as many Hobgoblins as he could before the Elephant was killed by the Hobgoblins, forcing him to jump to the next Elephant, until no Elephant stood alive. Then he charged into the Hobgoblins on his own, killing hundreds if not thousands more. This combat lasted through the entire night and afternoon, until the first Azers had sobered up and heard the noises of combat. They ran towards the Canyon and saw Throgmar standing on top of a giant hill, made out of Hobgoblin corpses instead of stone. Throgmar was fighting fiercely but was surrounded by atleast two dozen Hobgoblins.

They used ropes to climb down as quick as they could, but by the time they arrived in the Canyon not one Hobgoblin was alive. Throgmar had killed them all.

They walked towards him to celebrate his victory, but when one Azer tried to shake his hand his body fell down: Throgmar had succumbed to his wounds, of which there were many.

And that is the story of how one Dwarf saved hundreds of innocent Dwarf children and females, and more than a thousand drunk male Dwarves. For that is how strong a Dwarf can be.