. . . When they first arrived, as refugees from the war torn lands of the east; the Great War had only been a rumor of coming doom. At its close, the other races rejoiced, as the dwarves became all the more reclusive; yet, only briefly had they tried their hand at an aliance with the elves. But that fleeting relationship evaporated as it begun.
After the colapse of the Great Tunnel, to the southren kingdom of Jebul; Mount Ipstha, in the Twilight Hills of the north, fell into the ruins of deciet. Its once grand halls were turned into dank dungeons, where death was lavishly metered out. Its once honored name become a loathsome utterance on the lips of all . . .
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