second edit(the orignal one i had was 3 pages long and sadly i cant get it off my desky due to windows issues)
Many dawns ago, 5 young dwarves were enslaved by the laanx followers to mine platinum for them. Over the years they noticed the mine was giving more and more silver, they all realized what was happening - and what would happen to them. Over the long nights where the guard would have gone home, they devised a plan to escape, they decided to make weapons out of the silver, which by now was in abundance, they made daggers and swords, crude but weapons none the less. Every morning they heard the footsteps of the guard return, when those footsteps were heard they threw the weapons into a small cavern at the very end of the mine. When the day came when all the platinum disappeared they realized it was do or die. One day in the morning they heard 6 pairs of steps instead of just one, this time they knew this was it. they grabbed their crude weapons of weaved silver and hid them in their hands, they heard the ladder being dropped, they heard the rope bridge creaking, now is the time they said. As the footsteps got louder they got more and more angry, all the hardships they went through, all the pain and suffering, finally, revenge is at hand. As the executioners came around the corner, they drew their weapons and attacked! The executioners were ready for something like this, with mail of chain and weapons of Iron slash, a battle of almost impossible victory for the dwarves. For the exececutioners were wearing much armor, they were slow to attack, to evade compared to these dwarves of almost legendary strength and endurance. With strong will and even stronger hearts they managed to fight relentlessly, and eventually, to win. After the battle, their thirst for revenge, for blood, just was not satisfied; they wanted to know who did this, to these 5, to them. They released a rage of such fury, of such terrible things, such bloodshed; the enemy started calling these "bringers of such terrible things" the Hells Dwarves.
Overtime, these 5 started to help others, and the guild began to grow, they became dwarves of peace, but still the rage is within them, thinking, pondering, never out of thought as of why this done to them and who is responsible. They keep the name Hells Dwarves for the one simple reason, to continually strike fear into the hearts of the enemy and to let them know the battle is not over...it has just begun
