Dwarven Element Flow… Music Worrms fear! ~ting!!!~

The ancient worrm(dragon) glided thru the thick and hazy sky sketched with dull shades of black and gray.  Reeking coppery death, he cruised and sliced the wind at an insane speed -- all the while scanning for his target far below on the smoke filled, blood stained battlefield… Saughtered beasts littered the entrance to the canyon mouth in the distance. Blocking the canyon, the Storm Mountain Clan dwarves defended and held the gap between the Gorr peaks, with pure ferocity and determination. Backed with the brutal "Element Flow", they kept the Worrm Circle's bestial troops at bay… not a single dwarf fell for two grueling days. Many of the defenders received mortal wounds, but all refused to fall…some stood trembling with patched up severed limbs, while many cringed with scorched flesh, small whiffs of smoke billowed from their beards.  But…boldly they waited, patiently they waited, for the next wave of chaos to come smashing against their shields… However, there would be no next wave, the worrm general had arrived with orders from his masters -- " Finish the short, stubborn bastards!"

Granitesissetinarg, a huge, ancient granite-scaled worrm, protected by its stony armor, slowed his speed and began a gradual decent -- his wings buffeted the air, spanning over a hundred feet, tip to tip…massive metallic teeth the size of daggers protruded out of wide a reptilian mug. The worrm's vile, piercing jet black eyes bored into the shielded pack of dwarves bravely clustering together, sizing them up for his attack. The Worm Circle's general soared near the waiting mountain clan, which looked like a large collection of shield domes clogging the Gorr gap.

Pathetic…look at the little meats, frozen in fear, just cowering behind their weak metal... knowing that death has come … probably sniveling to their…their… ah yes, their gods. Little creatures that grovel and beg for power… how sad, thought Granite casually as he approached, subconsciously choosing the dwarves final fate from his array of flow abilities.

Granite swooped in for his destructive pass, This will finish the them,  and sooner the better, I despise being this far south of the Circle. Granite was infuriated at being ordered to perform such a demeaning task, F ing Circle, he thought. Granite lined up, shooting up and down in quick, short pops, keeping himself balanced in the turbulent winds moving now at increased speed. Granitesissetinarg hurled fearlessly forward… murder twinkling in his black orbs.

The smoking dome pitted structures blocking the pass exploded, shedding shields that clanged to the ground revealing large crystals securing the siege weapons, set within metal frames braced to the earth by huge chains. Dwarves crouched near each stone with glowing red hot rods clutched in their grips, the rods ended with what looked to be tuning forks. War drums sounded from the canyon behind the rooted dwarves, creating a low hum that made the air tingle with a static charge. The crouched dwarves started to strike an odd assortment of glowing strings attached to the crystals with their forks… "Ting !!!... High pitched notes emanated from the musical dwarves as the crystals filled with Element flow energy -- within seconds the siege weapons sent green charged ripples tearing towards the approaching worrm.

Granite's eyes shot wide at the scene before him, he tried to pull up, but the hum from the canyon drums made the air heavy and sticky and forced him forward. No… he thought, then roared, instantly blasting his breath of vile death at the laughing dwarves… as his last act on Corron.
~ Happened sometime during the 1^st Worrm Wars in the "Time of Darkness".