Thorin's Hall

Far away in the iron hills, there lived an old dwarf by the name of Vitnar. Very little dwarf younglings knew him, because he withdrew easily in his home, resting and sparing his back which troubled him due age. Nonetheless, as creaky as his bones were, he was a dwarf of large stature, temperamental and war-like in his young years. He had seen many wars and conflicts, and many a foe feared his dark axe, while his black hair waved in the sky. But as fearsome as he was, he was not rude or brash.

The Hall of the Einherjar

The warriors chosen by the great father, to fight alongside him in the final battle. There is no better name for a Nordic feast hall

With great impetus, the members of the kindred contribute ideas, decoration and style to this new site. Once it is finished, the crows will fly towards our allies, to celebrate the opening together,

Master Lóin, Son of Ladrun, Son of Sórrun, Esteemed among the Dourhands, was a great many years ago employed by his kin in carrying out a daring and mischievous heist within Thorin's Hall. Needing assistance in the completion of his task, he was aided by his son Lonfrik (Son of Lóin, Son of Ladrun, Esteemed among the Dourhands).