There is many a dwarf who suspect Bruce Willakers and the dragon menace are one in the same, who believe that, somehow, as he rests in preparation for battle, Willakers' power manifests itself as a horrid abomination of hell fire and claw. Their beliefs are founded in ignorance, for they are too young to remember the time before The Fall, and even before The Great Dwarven Age, when Bruce Willakers first fought the God of Death. Only when a dwarf knows this tale can they know why the dragons only dare attack while Bruce Willakers rests . . .
Long ago, when the world was still young, and yet, somehow, Old Man Willakers was still old, the dwarfs fought a never ending battle for their place in the new world. Golestandt, the dragon god of death, was angry with his sibling's creation of the perfect race, shaped from the earth itself. He sent an endless army of the undead and monstrous, lead by his queen and their children, to exterminate the dwarven empire. City by city fell before this seemingly unstoppable army, until the God of Life could no longer tolerate his brother's bloodlust.
The God of Life gifted upon the eldest and strongest of the dwarves a portion of his awesome might. With his new found power, Bruce Willakers fashioned a blade unlike any other before it. The blade, radiating with magical energy, was made of solid gold, but was light as feather, strong as the hardest steel, and sharp enough to cut through diamond blocks with a single blow. He would name it Excaliju and, with it, he would fight back the legions of the Nether.
Bruce Willakers lead the dwarves at the front lines, cutting down Golestandt's hordes with a proficiency and ease unimaginable for any dwarf, let alone one of his age. One by one, Golestandt's draconic generals fell before Willakers and the renewed dwarven forces, until none but the God of Death himself remained.
Bruce ventured alone into Nether itself to face Golestandt. Within it's foul depths, he found every monstrosity the dwarven armies had ever slain, blocking his way to Death's lair. Mustering every bit of the God of Life's gift, Bruce Willakers fought millions of every abomination imaginable, in a herculean effort that nearly tore his body asunder. As Bruce cleaved the final zombie limb from limb, Golestandt's colossal, pitch-black form rose from a sea of lava, flames erupting from the ceiling and licking at his body. The god of death stared, with eyes red as blood, into the soul of the dwarf who dared to defy him.
Body broken and tired, Bruce Willakers showed no fear.
With a mighty cry filled with fury, hope, and desperation, Willakers channeled what remained of his gift into Excaliju. He leapt from atop the corpse of the dismembered zombie and struck Golestandt with a blow so powerful, it ripped the dragon's very essence from the mortal world. His work done, and his body in ruins, Bruce Willakers collapsed on the ground, ready to face whatever horrors the God of Death had in store for him in The End . . . or so he believed.
As Willakers lay dying, the God of Life again appeared before him. To thank him for his hand in the banishment of Golestandt, the God of Life once again bestowed his gift upon Bruce. However, with Bruce's purpose fufilled, and filled with fear of what the dwarf was capable of, the God of Life was unwilling to grant Bruce the powers he had before.
Now, thousands of years later, Bruce Willakers, with unnatural strength, wisdom, and divine power, leads the dwarves during The Second Coming of Golestandt, once again wielding Excaliju against his armies. Even as the god of death's resurrected generals push the dwarves towards their final hour, they dare not show themselves as long as Old Man Willakers guards the Shrine, for the memory of The Fall of Golestandt still sits all too clearly within their minds.
Robert puts a lot of work into his game, Dwarves vs. Zombies, and gets a lot more whining out of it than he does thanks. So, I thought I would say thank you by creating a giant monument and epic story in honour of his great game, and all the hard work he puts into it. Thanks Rob! Keep up the good work!
There is many a dwarf who suspect Bruce Willakers and the dragon menace are one in the same, who believe that, somehow, as he rests in preparation for battle, Willakers' power manifests itself as a horrid abomination of hell fire and claw. Their beliefs are founded in ignorance, for they are too young to remember the time before The Fall, and even before The Great Dwarven Age, when Bruce Willakers first fought the God of Death. Only when a dwarf knows this tale can they know why the dragons only dare attack while Bruce Willakers rests . . .
Long ago, when the world was still young, and yet, somehow, Old Man Willakers was still old, the dwarfs fought a never ending battle for their place in the new world. Golestandt, the dragon god of death, was angry with his sibling's creation of the perfect race, shaped from the earth itself. He sent an endless army of the undead and monstrous, lead by his queen and their children, to exterminate the dwarven empire. City by city fell before this seemingly unstoppable army, until the God of Life could no longer tolerate his brother's bloodlust.
The God of Life gifted upon the eldest and strongest of the dwarves a portion of his awesome might. With his new found power, Bruce Willakers fashioned a blade unlike any other before it. The blade, radiating with magical energy, was made of solid gold, but was light as feather, strong as the hardest steel, and sharp enough to cut through diamond blocks with a single blow. He would name it Excaliju and, with it, he would fight back the legions of the Nether.
Bruce Willakers lead the dwarves at the front lines, cutting down Golestandt's hordes with a proficiency and ease unimaginable for any dwarf, let alone one of his age. One by one, Golestandt's draconic generals fell before Willakers and the renewed dwarven forces, until none but the God of Death himself remained.
Bruce ventured alone into Nether itself to face Golestandt. Within it's foul depths, he found every monstrosity the dwarven armies had ever slain, blocking his way to Death's lair. Mustering every bit of the God of Life's gift, Bruce Willakers fought millions of every abomination imaginable, in a herculean effort that nearly tore his body asunder. As Bruce cleaved the final zombie limb from limb, Golestandt's colossal, pitch-black form rose from a sea of lava, flames erupting from the ceiling and licking at his body. The god of death stared, with eyes red as blood, into the soul of the dwarf who dared to defy him.
Body broken and tired, Bruce Willakers showed no fear.
With a mighty cry filled with fury, hope, and desperation, Willakers channeled what remained of his gift into Excaliju. He leapt from atop the corpse of the dismembered zombie and struck Golestandt with a blow so powerful, it ripped the dragon's very essence from the mortal world. His work done, and his body in ruins, Bruce Willakers collapsed on the ground, ready to face whatever horrors the God of Death had in store for him in The End . . . or so he believed.
As Willakers lay dying, the God of Life again appeared before him. To thank him for his hand in the banishment of Golestandt, the God of Life once again bestowed his gift upon Bruce. However, with Bruce's purpose fufilled, and filled with fear of what the dwarf was capable of, the God of Life was unwilling to grant Bruce the powers he had before.
Now, thousands of years later, Bruce Willakers, with unnatural strength, wisdom, and divine power, leads the dwarves during The Second Coming of Golestandt, once again wielding Excaliju against his armies. Even as the god of death's resurrected generals push the dwarves towards their final hour, they dare not show themselves as long as Old Man Willakers guards the Shrine, for the memory of The Fall of Golestandt still sits all too clearly within their minds.
Robert puts a lot of work into his game, Dwarves vs. Zombies, and gets a lot more whining out of it than he does thanks. So, I thought I would say thank you by creating a giant monument and epic story in honour of his great game, and all the hard work he puts into it. Thanks Rob! Keep up the good work!