The
Dwarves got so greedy and dug so deep for mithril
that they broke in to the upper layers of hell. All hell broke
loose. The entire population of the island of Branya
was wiped out except for the dwarven emperor who escaped by a
combination of the sacrifice of his personal body guard, and long
range teleport. He went straight to all of the other races and
called a meeting of the True
Lords, where he explained that
the minions of hell were far too strong and desperate for any one
race to resist. And that if we didn't team up now and drive
them back down into the pits
of hell, that they would come
along and destroy us, and drive us from our homelands
one by one. The True lords debated for the entire night, and at
dawn they called a show of hands, and the Draft
was instituted by unanimous vote. They returned to their
homelands and began to mobilize for a war of death with hell.
The draft stated that every year, each race would send a thousand of
their greatest warriors to fight on the small island until the
minions of hell were driven back to the Pits
from whence they came. The dwarves promised they would maintain
twice the standing army of any of the other races (although some
thought this was so they could still claim the island once it was
taken back). The elves, and orcs agreed, and in addition
promised magic
and men. The Titans and the halflings agreed and offered ships
and supplies. The Humans were in the process of promising a
continual supply of arms
and armour when news came from
the island of Branya.