If your first time discovering
Grim Batol was anything like mine, it ended in horrible, bloody, unexpected death. That experience sums up Grim Batol rather well. The fortress has stood roughly 250 years, give or take a couple decades, and has changed hands more than once during that time.
Before we get to Grim Batol itself, we need to take a look at a little piece of Dwarven history:
The War of the Three Hammers. You see, the Dwarves of Azeroth, just a few hundred years ago, all carried one banner. They were the Dwarves of Ironforge, plain and simple. Their society was a large one, and their wise and powerful king
Modimus Anvilmar was highly revered. Amongst the Dwarven society, though, there were three clans that stood above the rest. The
Bronzebeard Clan, the
Dark Iron Clan, and the
Wildhammer Clan.
Each of these clans played a very specific role in the Kingdom. The Bronzebeard, led by
Thane Madoran Bronzebeard, were the military arm of the mountain city. They were soldiers and defenders. They were the sword and the shield, and the clan closest to King Modimus Anvilmar. The Wildhammer, led by
Thane Khadros Wildhammer, lived in the outlying regions of the Kingdom, in the... well, the wilds. Scouts, hunters, things of that sort. They held little
real power within the city proper, and they didn't really like that. The Dark Irons, led by
Thane Thaurissan, were mages and sorcerers. They were also
jerks.