Two hundred years ago, the greatest dwarven city
in the world detonated without warning. For three
days, eye-witnesses watched in horror as Dammerhall
burned with black flame. All six of the great bridges
that connected the mountain stronghold to the outside
collapsed. The great gates were shut. No one escaped.
Not a single survivor emerged from the doomed city.
Ever since that fateful day, the dwarves have tried
to retake Dammerhall time and time again with no
success. Most expeditions failed to find entry. A few
perhaps managed and have never been seen again. The
fate of Dammerhall remains a mystery.
What is no mystery is that for the last two hundred
years, dwarven fortune has been in steep decline. With
their capital destroyed the dwarven city-states fell to
squabbling over who was the true heir of the high king.
A dozen lesser dwarven kings declared their right to
rule. The dwarven nation was split. So fractured, they
became easy prey for enemies. Half of the surviving
city-states would be destroyed within a century of the
fall. Some were overrun by orcs. One was destroyed
by a dragon. And most disgracefully, a few were destroyed by other dwarves in brutal civil war.
The surviving city-states turned in desperation to
the kingdoms of men. These lesser dwarven rulers
signed treaties of mutual defense and, in all but name,
were annexed by the human realms. The kings of men
were glad to have them. Dwarven craftsmanship, battle prowess and tenacity were legendary.
Over the last century the human kingdoms have
overrun the dwarves, not through might of arms, but
through numbers. These days, men and dwarves live
alongside one another. The dwarven city-states are
all but gone. The dwarven tongue is rarely spoken.
Dwarves are often regarded as another kind of man.
There may come a time in the very near future, where
dwarves simply cease to exist as a separate people and
are completely integrated into human society. Perhaps
this is for the best. Perhaps dwarven glory is a thing
best relegated to the past. Perhaps the future of the
dwarven people is alongside the tribes of men.
There are a tiny handful of dwarves who cry nay!
They see this integration as yet another defeat. There
must be a new dwarven high king! But how can there
be? The secret of forging true mithral has been forgotten. The regalia of the high king is lost. Dammerhall is
destroyed. There is only one answer.
Dammerhall must be reclaimed!
Another dwarven expedition has formed. They are
not trying to enter the city from above. Instead, they
have heard rumors of a seventh way into the city – a
secret way. Dammerhall did not just trade with the
surface. It also traded with the realms below. Find the
dark road into Dammerhall