There is no such thing as a dwarf civilian. Every clansdwarf of fighting age keeps mail, shield, and a well-honed axe or hammer, and when the horns sound in the deeps he marches with his kin beneath the banner of his hold. Dwarf Warriors are not professional soldiers; they are the hold itself in arms — the same hands that cut the stone and work the forges, closed now around weapon-hafts.
What they lack in soldierly polish they repay in sheer immovability. A shieldwall of clansdwarfs does not break, because breaking would shame the clan, the ancestors, and ten thousand years of honoured dead — and no dwarf fears death half so much as he fears that. They fight to defend their hold, to keep their oaths, and above all to cross entries out of the book.
Order of battle
