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The Dwarves of the Lead Mountains bid you welcome!
The song of the Oath of Stone
When dwarven warriors went to war, to fight for king and hold,
For honour, fame and glory, and sometimes, just for gold.
Fighting green and scaly breeds, orcs, trolls or skaven hordes,
Treasure seeking elves or men, met dwarven axes, spears and swords.
Ogres, dragons, monstrous scum, massed chaotic armies stumbled,
Many mighty, fearsome foes, by the deeds of dwarves were humbled.
Adventurers with beer filled heads, when tales of mithril lit their eyes,
Wandered off to distant lands, fighting under foreign skies.
Their kinfolk mourned their loss, you see, and made a vow, an oath in stone,
To find their long lost brethren, to search them out, to bring them home,