Seasons Greetings From The Dwarves Of Moria

Contrary to popular belief, Moria is not yet dead.  (Not even mostly dead...)

Distant stirrings and rumors of longbeards and their fat stuntie feet abound in that dark dank undermountain kingdom.  The faint sounds of beer steins clinking and forks on plates laden with mutton chop can be heard.  And soon, the tide of good ole Dwarven industry will once again populate this once forgotten city.

This blog has been quiet, it is true, but not for lack of trying.  In the absence of new posts, this Dwarf loving heart has dreamt of all the good plans that will unfold in due time. In fact, the doors are set to burst with new arrivals and battle reports in the new year.

I couldnt let the year end without at least one more new Moria related post to send off 2015.
Luckily, I have had these fellas below painted from a good month or two ago.  They had not been able to get on camera until now. They have been good lads waiting patiently for their patron to take them out of their storage case.  Well the lights are on and the camera is charged...

May your axe be ever sharp and your mug never empty!

Happy Holidays from Moria,
Mar

The Dwarven miners are determined to have some holiday cheer in the face of adversity and certain Orcish invasion.  They are debating which tree would make a good yule totem.  Im not sure Treebeard and the Ents of Fangorn forest would approve.  But then again, it is the the season to be cheerful!  But before axe could be laid to bark, a high shrill whistle resounds and the perfect tree uproots itself and begins walking into the warm and cozy Dwarven hall.  What few Dwarven children remain in Moria are surprised to see a yule totem plant itself right in the middle of the Great Feasting Chamber.

High King Thorgrim Grudgebearer:  Hmm, Im guessing a certain Grey wizard was able to put in a good word on our behalf to the tree folk.

Runelord Kragg:  Yes, Sire.  Which means Gandalf could be nearby.  I sure hope he drops into Moria sooner than later.  I could use some lessons in his Fire Magicks.  Could come in handy against that juggernaut of an Orc siege that is about to crush us.
 

Here are some old school Citadel miners from the 80s.
In the center is Foreman Brisket.
He is the bossman (bossdwarf?) of Union Local Number 674 of the Miners Fellowship.

Foreman Brisket:  Big Ass Mug Holder 674, reporting in...
All the Dwarven Miners:  Hooo Ahhh!

On the left is a Hasslefree Dwarf(?) with new fangled eye tech for night vision.  No greenskin is gonna be surprising this well prepared miner.

And on the right is a fella with a bucket.  Handy for lugging precious ore around.  Gold nuggets, mithril nuggets, diamonds and rubies.  Hey there fella, what you got in your bucket today?  Oh, well Bugmans Beer will do in a pinch too, I suppose...

And finally we have these 6 miners from the 90s era.  Here at the Moria Reclamation Project we dont discriminate.  All Dwarves of any era and manufacture have a place at our table.  Long as they're willing and able to put an axe into a goblin, they are most definitely welcome.



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So there you have it, some fine new additions to the roster here in Moria.  And if you recall from a previous post, these guys really do need to find their way to wherever Gimli is at.  You might recall Gimli and his commanders had just discovered some lovely Mines that need... err... mining.

Until next post!
Oh I leave you with this little ditty written by a fine old bloke some time ago...


 "O! wandering folk, the summons heed!
Come haste! Come haste! across the waste!
The king of friend and kin has need.
Now call we over mountains cold,
'Come back unto the caverns old'!

Here at the Gates the king awaits,
His hands are rich with gems and gold.
The king is come unto his hall
Under the Mountain dark and tall."  

- Song for The King Under The Mountain