The original inception of Axes and Ales was a Dwarf Garrison that contained members from all of the known branches of Durin's Folk. Sometime before the coming of the Second Age, something happened that caused the Garrison to cease to be the infamous Garrison that it once was. No more did their members sing out as they walked the paths of their kin territories. No more did the ale flow freely in their halls at one of their tradmark celebrations. No more did their standard show itself raised high in any battle of note involving the Dwarf folk. Yet despite this, their stories were retold around campfires and in taverns. There are a few theories floating around as to what really happened, but so far, no one has stepped forth to say for certain.
Otteric Wetwhiskers had heard of Axes and Ales and did more than just wonder what happened to a Garrison of such reknown. After finding a few others who also shared his interest in reviving the Garrison, they began to research what they could and inquire when they were able. Otteric, now the Father of the Third Age Rendition of the Axes and Ales Garrison, with the help of his three Seneschals; Dwaeyrn, Lilje and Portli did indeed discover the location of the original Garrison Hall for Axes and Ales. They were quite dismayed, however, when they first laid eyes on it, as it had not been upkept and needed considerable repairs. Why it had been allowed to fall into disrepair is a matter that is still being looked into, along with many other matters concerning whether any ceremonial, training procedure and record scrolls are still to be found
Thus it was the restoration was begun as it seemed the right thing to do symbolically. During the toil of masons and smiths, new discoveries and dead-ends were found, and lists were began as to whom should next be sought out to further the histories and swell the ranks of Axes and Ales.
As knowledge and names were gathered, the Garrison restoration of the building itself drew to a close, though it would be long before the history was righted as well. Otteric’s intention is to use what knowledge he has attained from the songs and epic poems about Axes and Ales, though they are still in the process of discerning the facts from the fiction to bring it back to its former glory.
One night, deep within the comfort of the Blue Mountains, Otteric begins to pen a missive that he hopes will light a spark in the hearts of good Dwarves. His hand, though old, is still quite steady as he dips the quill in ink and begins to write, “The Garrison is only as strong as its members and it is up to you to help bring Axes and Ales out of the past and into today…”
It will be long into the night before he finishes his missive.