["The Dwarves of Drnir's Forge was once a primitive people, carving out a meager existence among the natural caves of the Mithril Mountains. The hero-king Drnir challenged the very Gods by stealing the secret of fire from their greedy clutches. Such was the fury of the Gods that the Dwarves dared not venture out from their caves and tunnels for a thousand years, and fueled by the might of fire, they dug ever deeper, into the very roots of the earth. Even though Dwarves can now be found across the realms, they very rarely interfere with the dealings of men and elves. And in the vaults of Drnir's forge, no elven song, nor human speech is ever heard - now"]
A quest I pass through the Deep the rivers fall mountain dwellers lure
Further I To the dwergar halls doubts in vaults forlorn Can I be
I was saved from water, I walked the flames to be delivered to fate's dark embrace
Onwards and down I go and deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Forge
wholly astray A on my way by netherkind In battle a friend I
Onwards and down I go and into deepest A fragile hope I will down at Drnirs Forge
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Onwards we go, this time not on my own Indifference and for man we found at Drnir's Throne And so highland bound, to seek the Century A fragile hope now rest upon the mountain lords