Radsvid sat in his office, hearing the clattering of armor moving about in the Hall of Coin. The Dwarves of Sungetche,
so happy to finally have one of their own in their lord's trust, were preparing for the siege. Their plated mails and
pole-arms flying from racks as arrows from the quiver of the most astute archer. Radsvid sat in a low lit room, his hammer
and chisel carving yet another grudge into another stone. "For all the dishonor you have brought upon thine self,
may your ancestors burn in the fires of Alue's forge till the end of days, and beyond."
Finishing, he placed it next to the other catapult shots he had been working on that night. News had reached him earlier that
a camp of men planning to sack this castle, and from hence a fire of rage burned in his eyes. He stood, joining his men,
a moment of silence passed before finally, "Has man gone insane? Those few will remain, who find a way, to live one more
day. Through years long of war, it spreads like disease. There's no sign of peace, Idiocy and greed, has caused millions
to bleed. From dawn to dawn we'll fight them, die where we stand. The fog of war lies thick when armies scorch the land
When all of Calradia is burning what can be done, They've been to war a year, two more to come. His men, though somber,
nodded and continued to gear themselves. Radsvid called a young messenger boy over to him, wrote on a parchment and simply
said "take this to the arch triumvir" scrawling the latter half again on another sheet, "And this to their "king""
I have, myself, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements
are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our mountain home, to ride out
the storm of war, and to outlive the menace of tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary alone.
At any rate, that is what we are going to try to do. That is the resolve of This Council's Government-every man of them.
That is the will of The Triumviate and the faction.
The Warriors of The First Age and the Order of the white stallion,
linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the death
their native soil, aiding each other like good comrades to the utmost of their strength.
Even though large tracts of Calradia and many old and famous States have fallen or may fall into the grip of the Central
Confederacy
and all the odious apparatus of traitor rule, we shall not flag or fail.
We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in Sungetche,
we shall fight on the hills and mountains,
we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our castle, whatever the cost
may be,
we shall fight on the hills,
we shall fight on the mountains,
we shall fight in the fields and in the streets,
we shall fight on the roads;
we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this land or a large part of it were
subjugated and starving, then our Lands beyond the expanse, armed and guarded by the Warriors of the First age,
would carry on the struggle, until, in Illuvatar's good time, the sensible, with all their power and might,
steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of their kin.”
