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Maverick · 12-06-2020, 10:40 PM

This thread serves as an IC guideline of the history of the Kingdom of Threnebor. It is written from the perspective of the Dwarf Historian Moin, son of Khoin as he explains the origins and legends of his Dwarven folk. Feel free to consider any of this known by your characters as the book will have spread through merchants from Threnebor. Albeit by a small fee of a dozen of golden coins. These books are made from the finest Adamantian Goat leather and paper from Mallorn leaves.

Introduction
Thronurin's Folk, that's what we are. Some call us Mountain Dwarves or as men call us, Longbeards. But alas it may yet too soon to talk of the River Folk. For these are the Legends of Thronurin's Folk after all. Perhaps in my later years I might consider making one for men, though I doubt all of their substance can be written in one lifetime. Even in that of Thronurin the Undying! Before we get to Thronurin we have quite a bit of history to go through, but first let us commence with the writer. For this adventure will take some time and it perhaps best we make ourselves acquaintance. A splendid idea, isn't it? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Moin, son of Khoin, born in the halls of Threnebor itself and not so modest about it. Fed with a golden spoon, quite literally for our human friends, as my father Khoin was a well-faring banker and my mother a jeweller. I lived a comfortable live as Dwarf and walked in the halls of our Great Kings, but unlike most Dwarves, I was driven with the questions what did these great forefathers really do? Of course I know them as the many legends tell us, but after recovering an ancient text, it became quite clear that the legends had changed. To ensure that no such deviation shall be occur, I decided to bundle these legends of old together as well as documenting the events of my own lifetime as a primary source. Henceforth the legends of our kin shall never be forgotten and told to our heirs to remember us. As my friends asked to take a pint of ale with them, I of course went with them if they promised me they would tell one of the legends so I can compare with the ancient texts. Perhaps I would have remembered more the morning after if we never started with our drinking games, but this was the more reason to drink again the following day. Through this cycle of focus and drunkenness I have written this majestic book and such a book is worthy of a fine introduction. Let us begin with the creation of the Dwarves.

Far beneath our earth lays the Great Halls of Murukhbor, the Dwarven Afterlife. For Murukhdin had plenty of his god-kin, but they were far too few to share his Great Halls with songs of joy. Murukhdin decided to use his forge to create a new kin, the Dwarves. With his utmost perfection he made figurines from molten stone and when he made them to his wish, he blew life in them. The Dwarves could not understand what had happened to them. Murukhdin took these Dwarves under his axe and showed them the art of forgery. Granted with this skill, the Dwarves set out to make swords, shield and armour with the Murukhdin's precision. As decades past, Murukhdin decided to show the Dwarves how to make the finest jewellery. Again the Dwarves followed Murukhdin's perfection and another decade went by. The other God were beginning to wonder that the Dwarves would outmatch Murukhdin himself, but He assured them that they could not, for they were mere mortals. It was then that the Dwarves began to ask questions what will happen when they eventually died. Murukhdin was furious with such insolence and banished them to Terra Aurora. There they would eventually die out if give to time, but Murukhdin saw upon our world that there were no excellent artisans. It was then he decided that his disciples should bring this art to the world. To sustain the Dwarven population, Murukhdin gifted them with female Dwarves and thus their kin could live on. Slowly these Dwarves spread out and formed different clans, often battling against one another, but from the chaos a legend would arise. Thronurin, a second generation Dwarf saw that this agony could not be allowed to persist. It was then that Murukhdin had come to him and named him His Chosen. Thronurin was set out on a quest to assemble his Dwarven Clans and set out for the mountains. Not all Dwarves would follow him however, as some decided to part ways, but those loyal to Thronurin followed him into the Adamantian Gates at the Emerald River near the valley that would late be named after him. It is here that the Legend of Thronurin truly begins...

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