Evacuate as many Dwarves as possible

1255 AC (Aclian Calendar)
Second Month

In their assigned inn quarters, Lord Bofurn quickly contacted Emperor Iozunk through an enchanted orb, projecting the image of the Goblin Emperor in real time.

"I must admit, this Thuzarm is an imbecile to let his personal feelings get in the way, but there's nothing we can do about that now," Iozunk shrugged, "Unless he changes his mind, we'll just have to leave Virnfaldur be."

Bofurn sighed reluctantly, "As Your Majesty says."

"Cheer up, Bofurn. You still have your connections, right?" Said Iozunk, "Evacuate as many Dwarves as possible to our lands and have them settle down. That is the one thing we can do right now."

"I suppose," Said Bofurn, "What of the situation with Torfun?"

"As it turns out, Princess Aednat has come through with her promise; several nobles and merchants are offering their support and organising their people," Iozunk smiled, "We should be ready to take down the primary leadership by next month."

Bofurn nodded, then said, "I must go now. Ancestors bless you, Your Majesty."

Iozunk smiled, and the connection was cut. Bofurn sighed once again.

"Let's get this over with..."

Third Month

Bofurn's connections mostly had no lingering loyalty to Virnfaldur, feeling that the Kingdom was spitting on everything they had done. The Brimstone Dwarves were especially bitter and formed the huge majority of Dwarven exiles who left for Aclia to build a better life. By the end of the month, tens of thousands of Dwarves left the Golden Tunnels.

Despite the protests of the King and the Assembly, the exiles only had this to say:

"We have nothing to say to honourless curs."

To call a Dwarf honourless was the ultimate insult, and yet it was not just any Dwarves but also some of the higher nobility, who spat at the king's feet. Unable to convince them, intimidate them or plea with them, the King was **** to let them go.

Before long, the Dwarves began to settle down in Aclia, though they had much trouble getting used to the sight of Orcs and Goblins.

Still, Emperor Iozunk's word was law, and compared to Virnfaldur, they were much laxer and more liberal in exploring new technologies and magics. An Orc alchemist by the name of Argigoth, after months of intense experiments, was ready to unleash his new Fertility Panacea, said to cure any and all forms of infertility and hasten pregnancy and reproduction rates while enhancing the female and male bodies for that purpose.

Of course, production was limited to a small scale, as only Argigoth knew the ingredient composition and production process, so he had to extensively document every step and educate the next generation of the Aclian Alchemists Guild for mass production.

The Dwarves lent their expertise, training a new generation of blacksmiths, architects, engineers and enchanters and creating superior armor for the infantry and cavalry.

Infantry

Archers

Cavalry

Before long, the fateful day came to orchestrate the downfall of the Kingdom of Torfun.