Post by abbysdad on Apr 4, 2011 21:57:56 GMT -5
Perhaps the dwarves were cursed from the very beginning.
The Everfather created them to hunt for the resources of the enemy, to deny them the treasures of the mountains and the earth. Powerful and dangerous, their inborn jealous nature made them the most terrible armored soldiers in the armies of the Giants.
After the Great War, when the Giants no longer followed the path set for them by the Everfather and the Celestial Court, they were lost. The treachery of the elves meant that the alliance against the Giants fell apart. The remaining army of Dwarves, Orks and Men could not challenge the Giants dominion. But neither could the Giants afford to buy off the Dwarves with offers of power and kingships as they had with the Elves.
The dwarves withered from the lack of challenge. And in that horrible quiet, that season of lost purpose, decisions were made that could not be undone. Several groups, desparate for the power and wealth denied them in the mines of the Giants, accepted the treaty with the Duende, the dark elves of Gobelyn. The twisted nature of the realm, and the realm's masters corrupted those dwarves into the creatures we now know as Gobelyns. In time, they would overthrow their masters in the dark realm, and some would even leave to become spies and lieutenants for the Master.
The dwarves that stayed behind fractured into two tribes: The Scoria and the Tomte.
The Scoria left the land entirely, and took to the seas. These dwarves left behind the promise of armor given to them by the giants. Forsaking everything they sought a darker path to mastery and control, binding their souls using darker arts. What little is known about them is taken from the collected ramblings of sun-maddened slaves that managed to escape.
The Tomte, those that stayed on the land and kept the traditions from the Great War, scattered over the continent. Some became brigands, others tried to forge new kingdoms in the places the Armies of the Serpent had left behind. Many became mercenaries. Hunting for other treasures in the service of new masters.
There are rumors that the rock skinned Nomes who live in the deep, deep places and commune with the earth itself were once dwarves. None but the Mori elves know for sure and they have yet to deem any scholar with evidence of a link.
So the dwarves fell into ruin. No one mourned the loss of one of the great races, the elder races, dwindled and could no longer fulfill its intended role. The others had enough to worry about in their own lands and with their own peoples.
The Everfather created them to hunt for the resources of the enemy, to deny them the treasures of the mountains and the earth. Powerful and dangerous, their inborn jealous nature made them the most terrible armored soldiers in the armies of the Giants.
After the Great War, when the Giants no longer followed the path set for them by the Everfather and the Celestial Court, they were lost. The treachery of the elves meant that the alliance against the Giants fell apart. The remaining army of Dwarves, Orks and Men could not challenge the Giants dominion. But neither could the Giants afford to buy off the Dwarves with offers of power and kingships as they had with the Elves.
The dwarves withered from the lack of challenge. And in that horrible quiet, that season of lost purpose, decisions were made that could not be undone. Several groups, desparate for the power and wealth denied them in the mines of the Giants, accepted the treaty with the Duende, the dark elves of Gobelyn. The twisted nature of the realm, and the realm's masters corrupted those dwarves into the creatures we now know as Gobelyns. In time, they would overthrow their masters in the dark realm, and some would even leave to become spies and lieutenants for the Master.
The dwarves that stayed behind fractured into two tribes: The Scoria and the Tomte.
The Scoria left the land entirely, and took to the seas. These dwarves left behind the promise of armor given to them by the giants. Forsaking everything they sought a darker path to mastery and control, binding their souls using darker arts. What little is known about them is taken from the collected ramblings of sun-maddened slaves that managed to escape.
The Tomte, those that stayed on the land and kept the traditions from the Great War, scattered over the continent. Some became brigands, others tried to forge new kingdoms in the places the Armies of the Serpent had left behind. Many became mercenaries. Hunting for other treasures in the service of new masters.
There are rumors that the rock skinned Nomes who live in the deep, deep places and commune with the earth itself were once dwarves. None but the Mori elves know for sure and they have yet to deem any scholar with evidence of a link.
So the dwarves fell into ruin. No one mourned the loss of one of the great races, the elder races, dwindled and could no longer fulfill its intended role. The others had enough to worry about in their own lands and with their own peoples.
