Dwarven Clans

When dwarves get together and the ale starts to flow, little time passes before their full-throated voices are raised in song. One such anthem is written here with permission of Toldur Ironbeater, who revealed this to me after I provided him with a tenday's worth of beer that he finished in the course of one evenfeast*. I am reliably told by him that this song originated from the Dwarven clan residing in the mountains of the Storm Horns, and has been carried back and forth between various Dwarvish halls for decades now. It would seem this is sung as both a lament and a call to gather stouts together, with the place of return changing depending on where they are heading to or coming from.

I submit the full text of what Master Toldur told me was informally called "Dwarven Clans":

These are ours Halls
They stand so tall and proud
And have done for all time

With mighty pillars our vast walls reach from range to range
To whatever mountain ye know as your own
We stand as one, we stand alone

We are born
from the same womb
Hewn from the same stone

From the World's Spine
We watched sunrise over Adbar
Walked the battlements of Sundabar,and told tales in Mithral Hall

Great the peaks of Bhaerynden
Mighty the Halls of Oghrann
Taark Shanat stood tall in Shanatar, Barak Runedar Samman!

To the spires of the Wall
Shadows of ancient Delzoun
At the depth of a thousand thousand beards, the Wyrmskull Throne lays broken

Yet when to Thrymgavin we return
We know that we are home at last
And may every bootfall take us closer to her Hearth



*To clarify, I spent a tenday's worth of my coin on beer for Master Toldur.I tried to keep pace but gave up after he had convinced me it would be in my best interest to attempt liaisons of a decidedly intimate nature with an orcblooded female hulk. I am still unsure what precisely happened;I am bruised from head to toe.

-From the collected notes of Silas Asen, Oghmite Scribe of Waterdeep