[Whispren]

Chapter 1 - A tale of Sky and Stone

In the far reaches of the north, beneath stone and snow, there stirred a most unorthodox Dwarf: Malakai Makaisson, Slayer-Engineer, exile and innovator, lost in tradition but firm in spirit. Atop the snow bitten heights of Forest Mechanicus, he laid the foundations of a new hold - not of halls and hearths, but of rotors and roaring engines. Thus, from smoke and steam, the Nosedwarfs were born.
The Rise of the Rotor-Kin
Their first conquest came swift and high, as gyrocopters scouted the frost bitten wastes around Nosetown and Perrington, bringing them under the musty, humming banner of the Nosedwarfs.

When word came that Skaven infested the nearby Sock Pit - a storage unit carefully created by the god cat Perry, though still a most foul and ill smelling place, Malakai launched his war engines without hesitation. The battle was fierce, the air thick with warpstone smoke and burnt fur. Victory came, but at a grim toll… a Pyrrhic price for pest control. Still, the Sock Pit was cleansed and its name was etched proudly into the Nosedwarf ledger.
The Great Food Grudge & Eastern Winds
Soon after, humans - foolish and full of bread - had the gall to steal provisions from the sky-fleet’s caravans. Malakai, unamused and underfed, declared war without hesitation. Engines flared and retribution soared on metal wings.

Eastward the Nosedwarfs pushed, carving tunnels and flight paths through frozen wilds. It was in this frontier that the first of the Smelly Brotherhood arose: Northges the Smelly, a pungent but peerless commander. He bore the rank of Defender North, securing Perrington and repelling all manner of filth and frost from the realm's crown.

But then, dark smoke rose on the horizon - Chaos Dwarfs. Kinfolk twisted by industry and flame, they came howling for war. As Malakai's main host soared eastward to meet the threat, Perrington endured siege after siege. Still, it stood - all thanks in no small part to Northges and his nose-curling tenacity.

Frozen Fortunes & Floral Friendship
In this era of expansion, the Nosedwarfs brought into their fold such lands as Frozen Cucumber and Fort Dailyquest (both named, likely, after supply mishaps and hungover scouts). Southward they marched, until they met a Kislevite warrior woman, full of frost and rage. To Malakai’s surprise, diplomacy won the day. The two factions shared drink, engines and trade. A rare accord was struck, sealed with the clinking of mead and the hum of even more choppers.
Rebellions, Engineers and Explosive Bonds
Though peace reigned for a blink, rebellion brewed in the Sock Pit once more - plague-born and stinking. But Northges the Smelly, our brave defender, stomped it out like a bad stew fire.

Meanwhile, a curious engineer joined the main host - Hannes, so named for no particular reason save his fondness for flash bombs and muttering. Shortly after came Nugges, a grizzled tinkerer with a dislike for the number 5.

Together, under Malakai’s command, they brought order to chaos. A new campaign surged southward into vampire lands. There, the Nosedwarfs unleashed their truest form - not line infantry or cannonade... but an armada of helicopters. The undead were shredded mid howl, their dark sorcery useless against the relentless drumming of gyrocopter blades and bombs from on high. It was a massacre - SO MANY HELICOPTERS!! AND THEY HAD NO RANGED UNITS!
Chaos Returns, The Brotherhood Grows
North again! Chaos howled in the winds, its warriors a tide of sludge and steel. But Malakai met them not with walls, but with airships. New to the fleet, these monstrous bombers blanketed the battlefield in righteous explosions. Forests lit like hearthfires. The very skies roared.

Peace came briefly. Too briefly. A dozen factions, perhaps sensing the sweet scent of sky-oil and victory, declared war in quick succession.

But the Nosedwarfs did not falter. In the heart of darkness, they freed a corrupted Dwarf throne, one long held by Skaven plague. Hammers rang, songs rose and Dawi souls were reclaimed.

In the east, Nurgle’s bile-stenched hordes made their move. But there stood a new pillar: Eastges the Smelly, the new defender in the East, whose odor was matched only by his resolve.
The Great Southern Push & the Smelly Circle Complete
The southern front raged anew, with Southges the Smelly, proudest of the Brotherhood, leading the offensive. His stench could wilt trees, his fury even more so. He joined Malakai’s flying host, airships blotting the sky, bombs carving trails through the mountains.

To the west, Westges the Smelly arrived, bearing soot-stained banners and an iron will. His forces, tasked with western expansion, were no less devoted (or fragrant).

Thus stood the four corners of the Smelly Brotherhood - Northges, Southges, Eastges, Westges. Guardians of the kingdom, reeking yet revered.

A White Dwarf’s Oath
In the final turning of the age, as the forest whispered and mountains groaned, another legend rose to the call: The White Dwarf himself. Grudgebearer, beard-lord and icon of all things Dawi, he pledged his axe and command to the banner of the Nosedwarfs.

With his oath, the sky-engine empire surged forward, not just as an army, but as a vision: a realm of rotors and righteousness, of oil and oaths, of flight and fury.

May the rotors never rust.
May the bombs always fall true.
And may the Smelly Brotherhood never run out of soap.