["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 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 - until now"]
A quest I through the unseen where the rivers fall Where mountain lure
I crawl To the dwergar halls in these vaults forlorn Can I be
I was from water, I walked through the flames Just to be delivered to fate's dark
Onwards and down I go and into gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Forge
wholly astray A on my way Waylaid by In battle a I find
Onwards and I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I will find down at Drnirs
Holmlid]
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Onwards again we go, time not on my own Indifference and scorn for man we found at Drnir's And so highland bound, to seek the Century A hope now will rest upon the mountain lords