In the times before the meteors, Dunsrel was the greatest of dworven cities. Even as the race of dwarves declined, Dunsrel grew. Although it was in Sahuagin territory, no sahogin had ever dared to enter the halls of Dunsrel. Dunsrel was located on a huge vain of iron, and it became that a Dunsrel mark on a weapon tripled its price. A huge temple to Mord, god of dwarves was created, and it was said that Mord himself rested there. The city was encircled with a huge stonewall with but a single gate. Over the years, this wall was made to cover the city, until finally the entire city was airtight, except for one place. This place was the temple of Mord, were a gap in the ceiling allowed a beam of light to shine through. However, when a great meteor came down from the heavens, it seemed that the great dworven metropolis was doomed. The meteor of change* was prophesied to hit the Dunsrel square on.
As the meteor shot down from the sky, Mord cast his essence upward. He hit the meteor on the side, and deflected it most of it, sending all but a sliver over the horizon. The dwarves watched in awe as the sliver smoothly hit the only gap in the city’s impenetrable armor and drove one end of itself down into the Alter of Mord.
The dwarves were praising Mord for this miracle when suddenly all voices stopped, and, with bated breath the inhabitants of Dunsrel watched two great changes come to the city. The first one was that the splinter still had some power to mutate, and the dwarves were changing before their astonished eyes the second was that the city was sinking. As the city began descending through the watery depths, the dwarves saw, to their amazement, that their normal arms were shrinking, but that they were growing new, more powerful ones out of their sides. As they watched these new arms complete their growth, they realized that instead of hands on the end of these arms they had hammer and pick. Suddenly they knew that they could breathe fire. As the city took its collective breath in they smelled the metal of the vain of iron running trough the city. In short, the dwarves had become perfect miners and smiths. The dwarves suddenly realized that they were hungry for what had previously been considered a Sahuagin spice, but was now considered to be the only source of livelihood for the Dwarves. Without it, they realized, they would starve. An emergency council meeting was held, and the dworven elders reached a unanimous decision: it was time to open their gates to their worst enemy. Almost overnight the dworven religion shifted to the worship of the giant splinter that they believe contains some of Mord’s essence
The dwarves and Sahuagin reached an agreement: the Sahuagin spice for metal stuff. This truce has held for millennia but something is gong to have to change soon… …because the dwarves are running out of ore to mine.
*No one has ever named the meteors, but I think that this would be a good one for the one that mutates people.
As the meteor shot down from the sky, Mord cast his essence upward. He hit the meteor on the side, and deflected it most of it, sending all but a sliver over the horizon. The dwarves watched in awe as the sliver smoothly hit the only gap in the city’s impenetrable armor and drove one end of itself down into the Alter of Mord.
The dwarves were praising Mord for this miracle when suddenly all voices stopped, and, with bated breath the inhabitants of Dunsrel watched two great changes come to the city. The first one was that the splinter still had some power to mutate, and the dwarves were changing before their astonished eyes the second was that the city was sinking. As the city began descending through the watery depths, the dwarves saw, to their amazement, that their normal arms were shrinking, but that they were growing new, more powerful ones out of their sides. As they watched these new arms complete their growth, they realized that instead of hands on the end of these arms they had hammer and pick. Suddenly they knew that they could breathe fire. As the city took its collective breath in they smelled the metal of the vain of iron running trough the city. In short, the dwarves had become perfect miners and smiths. The dwarves suddenly realized that they were hungry for what had previously been considered a Sahuagin spice, but was now considered to be the only source of livelihood for the Dwarves. Without it, they realized, they would starve. An emergency council meeting was held, and the dworven elders reached a unanimous decision: it was time to open their gates to their worst enemy. Almost overnight the dworven religion shifted to the worship of the giant splinter that they believe contains some of Mord’s essence
The dwarves and Sahuagin reached an agreement: the Sahuagin spice for metal stuff. This truce has held for millennia but something is gong to have to change soon… …because the dwarves are running out of ore to mine.
*No one has ever named the meteors, but I think that this would be a good one for the one that mutates people.
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