Realm of the Denur

Introduction:

Centuries passed while the mountains lay quiet, but now forges are relit and the drums of old sound in the deep. The Denur, an ancient folk of Dwarves, have finally resurfaced and are ready to march under the banner of their King under Stone, Frór Pridebringer.

Entering the mountains of the denur, leaving the biting frost from the snowy outdoors, you will be struck with intense heat from the blasting forges, molten magma flowing through the cavern. The smashing of alloys and the crackling of the glowing hot tools being drowned in the buckets of water, the thundering cheering and tankards crashing against each other fill the atmosphere in this mountain. From deep in the mountains the songs of old rise to the surface. Taking a breath in, the smell of molten metal and beer would load your nose. Going through you are met by the black rock sides all around this fortress city, a glorious purple crystal in the center hanging down looking over the immense anvil of the denur, enveloped by black rock forges, with tools laying all around, ingots of gold and iron lay scattered over the forges. Great streams of Gold run like rivers through the stone.