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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Piratecat" data-source="post: 3947654" data-attributes="member: 2">Many dwarven cities in my world are abandoned. Moradin foresaw a time that dwarves would be needed, and ages ago took a dwarven kingdom into a secret realm on the plane of earth. There they waited until they would be brought back into the world, to repopulate and conquer.The PCs carried around the quest maguffin (an iron key) for years without knowing what it was. They finally got found by a lower-level party who called on them at home. "Great lords," the NPCs said, "our divinations indicate that you possess an object that we have quested for over half the world. We seek a holy dwarven key of black iron.""Oh, this?" said the PCs. "Here you go." And handed it over."Huh," said the NPCs. "That was easy. We sort of expected to be assigned a quest or something." And they planeshifted away to the dwarven realm.Two months later in game time, 400,000 dwarves started pouring out of a gate in the PCs' home town. Invasion? Not really, just the dwarves returning -- but they had become mithral dwarves, with liquid mithral for blood. They had never seen moisture before in their life, had never urinated or drank liquid. They were horribly confused by thirstiness, and were shocked that they could no longer eat rocks. The PCs had to arrange food for 400,000, make sure they didn't dehydrate or attack locals, and then shepherded them into the underdark to retake their ancestral homelands from the ghouls.Sure, some people hunt them for their blood... but with a tight clan structure, hunting one dwarf is like hunting all of them. The dwarves are flushing monsters up to the surface as they invade the underdark, causing work for other adventurers. And I have a handy army when I need one.Fun!</blockquote>

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