["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 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 - until now"]
A quest I pass the unseen Deep where the fall Where dwellers lure
Further I To the dwergar halls in these vaults forlorn Can I be
I was saved from water, I through the flames Just to be to fate's dark embrace
and down I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I find down at Drnirs Forge
wholly astray A on my way by netherkind In a friend I find
Onwards and I go and into deepest gorge A fragile hope I find down at Drnirs Forge
Holmlid]
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Onwards again we go, this not on my own Indifference and scorn for man we at Drnir's Throne And so bound, to seek the Century Horn A fragile hope now will rest upon the mountain