Dwarven Holds

Sons of the Mountain

As tough as the mountains themselves, and with memories that last almost as long, many dwarves carve their homes from the very bones of the earth. Forgers of the finest works of steel and gold, they are as mighty as they are determined. Should you try to take that which is theirs, you will face the full vengeance of the Dwarven Holds!

Though the Dwarven Empire fell at the end of the Golden Age, the Holds still control the most lucrative mines of Vetia, producing the finest armours and jewellery. Despite their strong personalities, fierce individuality and allegiances to family and clan reaching back centuries, every dwarf knows their place and would lay down their lives for their Hold.

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Living in isolated mountain bastions, Hold dwarves maintain contact by gruelling treks over inhospitable lands, through the treacherous Deeps or via the unpredictable skies; only dwarven obstinacy allows the holds any sense of unity.


The Dwarven Holds has many different playstyles available to them. They can play as an army that focuses on shooting the opponents units off the board, as an army wielding medium sized infantry blocks supported by war machines and as an army which marches fast towards their opponent. Whichever way you play them, expect the Dwarven Holds to be sturdy and determined as well as very resistant and armoured with fine arms and equipment.

Lore of Dwarven Holds

The Ballad of Korontav Moor

Died in vain, heros all.
Duthar and Telvan did stride among them;
Two Seekers striving to meet their Gods.

Their foe was the Rat-Men, five-thousand strong;
Dark magics, fell machines and monstrosities thronged!
With heavy hearts did the Clan sally fourth;
Led by Seekers, upon the Moor.

Late was the hour that the two forces clashed;
The wrath of the Rat-God sending fire and flash.
Woe to the Clan.
A meteor was called;
Blazing from the sky.

Brave and foolhardy,
Telvan stood tall;
Facing his doom, the comet did fall.
It struck him from this earth with a mighty blow;
The fate of the hero in sight of his Gods. Telvan!

The melee swirled upon Korontav hill;
The vermin’s plagues spreading ill.
Upon his hellish steed, the tyrant did shriek;
Onwards to victory!

The battle was lost, yet honour demanded;
The last stand of Duthar the bloody-handed.
He smote the beast a terrible wound.
Deep in the neck of the gigantic rat.

A mortal blow.
Yet the Rat struck in return.
The Seeker was felled at the battles turn.
In sight of his Gods, Duthar did not flinch.
Once more his axe hewed.

Deep into the neck of the best it went;
With his deathblow Duthar’s life was spent.
Monstrosity and chieftain fell.
Slain to the earth. Duthar!

After brave last stand the battle was done.
Upon Korontav Moor, noble Dwarves were none.
Tragedy of the clan.
Failure of the hold.
Death of the Seekers.

Now lad. Leave me to my cup.

Excerpt from: The Account of the Battle of Korontav Moor, A Study on Dwarven Religion, by Cornelius Damstakle

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