The writing of a new grudge was felt across the entire dwarf realm as the rage of the dawi(Dwarf-kind) was fanned and grew into a blazing inferno. Every clan felt the anger, its members scrambling to be a part of its contribution to the Drangthrong. Whether they be miners, warriors, smiths, engineers, or tradesman, every dwarf felt this calling. To fight those who would wrong them and their people.

In the midst of the bustling halls of the dwarf capitol gathered the largest force assembled by these dwarfs for a thousand years. Good, stout, dawi poured in from across the kingdom, eager to exact their revenge against the enemies of the dwarf people. From every clan came a contribution to the force, as is their duty. Although, in these situations they were more than eager to eek out revenge to their enemies.

With an army 10,000 dwarfs strong, High King Algrim departs the capital. Making their way through hundreds of miles of underground highways, they slowly work southward.

The wrath of the dwarfs is upon the self-titled King Sombra, a rage never felt upon this world previously is about to be unleashed.

Throne Room, Canterlot Palace, Equestria

Celestia, Diarch of Equestria and raiser of the Sun, sipped calmly on a small cup of tea held in her perfectly manicured hand. As serene and friendly as her facade appeared, insider her head she was angry. Oh yes, very much so. For before her sat a bunch of quarreling children pretending to be 'Noblemen', attempting to play with the lives of Her little ponies.

Many forget the power she wields. With a flick of her wrist she can summon an inferno and level Canterlot, demolish armies with a thought. But She wields it with a fine hand, never truly excersizing her might, always acting with grace and calm. Never is she so tempted to bring it to bear then when She is dealing the these insufferable 'Noblemen'.

But She endures it for her ponies. They are worth every second of annoyance at the court. Let these self-entitled ponies continue to think they run the country, but as much power as they think they wield here she will always remind them that She is the state.

The current topic of discussion was particularly irksome.

Over the last week a series of attacks occurred along the border with the, now returned, Crystal Empire. She knew it was Sombra, of course. As did her sister and the court. The various noblemen here came to the conclusion that they had best decide what to do.
'As if they ever decide on anything' she thinks with naught a twitch of her lips, but an amused snort in her mind.

The current speaker was one 'Prince' Blueblood. The fool was almost as arrogant as he was stupid. Almost. With the gall to call himself a prince, he was truly a character. His Great-Grandfather had been a noble and courageous pony, awarded with the title as a payment for his dedication and skill. It was originally not meant to be heritable. His son had turned out just as he, noble and courageous, campaigning for better social programs and rights for her ponies. He had earned his title. The came Blueblood. His father died when he was young, and he grew up the son of a 'Prince'. He claimed the title for himself with little right, but she had seen no harm in it at the time. Oh how she wished she has disabused him of the notion.

He currently led a faction of moderate power, calling themselves the 'Parliamentaries' they work for a more liberal form of government where the nobles hold the reigns of the nation. Of course, he would say, a King would replace the need for such a thing. It takes little imagination to see who his suggestion would be.

"My fellows, I would suggest we do not work against this 'King Sombra' but work with him. He is obviously a magician of great po-"

His sniveling, far to high, voice was cut off with a word from the true power in the room.

"No".

Celestia's voice echoes through the, now silent, court. Remaining seated atop her throne, she speaks.

"You would suggest we work with the one who has ordered the death of many good ponies."

Blueblood attempts a protest.

"But Cele-"

A poor attempt, and the gall to try and address her on a first name basis. She interrupts him.

"I said be silent."

He stands back, looking at the other nobles for some kind of support. He finds none under the gaze of the Solar Diarch.

Celestia pauses, a facade of collecting herself, before speaking.

"I have decided that I and my sister shall take a force of Royal Guardsmen north to deal with this threat. You and your houses will be expected to do their duty and provide levies to augment the force. Go now, and prepare."

The Goddess of the Sun has spoken, and in Equestria her word is law.

Celestia's Chambers, Canterlot Palace, Equestria

Celestia wearily plops down into an exceptionally cushy armchair near the roaring fire of her hearth. It was almost a nightly routine. Finish court, go to her office and deal with the mountains of paperwork that come from running a country, then finally retire sometime around midnight. It could be utterly exhausting, especially if you add the fact that she rises at 8 am the next day and begins the process all over again. Every day. For a thousand years.

Recently her burden had been lessened with the return of her sister, something she was eternally grateful for. The struggles of ruling a nation are easier to bear with the assistance of someone who understands how hard it can be, the difficulty of the decisions that sometimes have to be made. Never did she truly appreciate how much her sister helped until she was gone.

Being so deep in her thoughts, she never heard the window opening. The soft rustle upon the carpets marking the approach of somepony, or something. She could never have guessed what was after her in that moment, or indeed that something even was.

Hearing a cry, Celestia managed to turn her head at the last moment to see a blur of blue flying toward her.

'Oh, Luna' She thought, only moments before the blur impacted her and sent both her and the chair tumbling.

One may worry over the wounds that would come from such a thing, for a normal pony this would be a good thing to note. But Alicorns are cut from a different cloth, their bodies were stronger in every aspect. Superior to any of the sub-species.

A voice, that Celestia has little trouble identifying as her sister, spoke up as she finished her, undoubtedly, graceful fall from the chair she had once sat upon.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen! The Sun Diarch lain low upon the floor! With my opposition removed, I do declare myself the ruler of the kitchens pantries!"

Luna looked about ready to continue her overly exaggerated villainous voice, likely to lay down further declarations of ruler ship. Like over Celestia's Ice Cream; something that could not be allowed. A bolt of bright light came from the fallen princess, impacting the foul villain and sending her crashing into the dresser.

Surging from the floor with a cry of,

"Have at thee, foul villainess!"

Celestia began her counter-attack! Rays of gold and blue danced across the room, leaving scorch marks with every miss and dodge. This sort of fight would likely hurt or grievously injure one of their subjects, but it was childs play to them.

The not-so-deadly dance continued, with Luna making the tactical decision to put out the fireplace to grant herself an advantage. With the room now shrouded in darkness, the light of the moon being the only illumination, Luna disengaged and slipped around her sister for a flanking maneuver. Once she was properly placed to the side of Celestia, whos head was frantically looking side to side, she struck.

Now, through the fight both had changed positions many times. From the fireplace to the dresser, the window to the door. Their epic duel was not limited to standing in place, no, they were both far to skilled in this game for that. As it turns out, Celestia was standing near the bed in her frantic search for Luna. This gave her an opportunity to end this!

With a mighty cry of,

"Hayah!"

Luna lept. Impacting her sister, she sent them both crashing onto the bed. They both struggled for a time, getting in blows here and there. But this was not a game of physical strength, but maneuverability. Both Celestia and Luna has this in spades.

Their struggle continued for a few more minutes before they both fell back, panting. After a few moments Luna spoke,

"I suppose you can keep your pantry."

It started off as a small giggle, and then expanded into laughter as each sister took comfort in one another.

For the next day; they prepare for war.

Author's Note

I know this took ages to get out, way longer than i have any right to take putting out a chapter and there is nothing for me to say other than 'Im sorry.'
So, take this and rest assured that i will be putting out more chapters from now on.
Also, a few things. Do you guys want me to put out a pre-chapter of Warhammer Lore you guys have questions on. If so, tell me and i will start answering your questions on Dwarf culture, Lore, or Words.