a hammer and with his hammer he shaped the void into a cold dark world of eternal twilight larger beget lodiger it is said he birthed himself out of sheer will and the desire to create lot of er thus peopled the first world with his children the durgar the grey dwarves he gave them the desire and skill to work and provided them with materials with which to toil he commanded them to serve him with production to emulate their creator by creating new and wondrous things the durgar called this the time of creation where they worked in peace to forge magnificent items for their god and all were content even then sometimes durgar creations floundered some attempted to make great things and failed and thoughts larger cast the unworthy into his forge as punishment one such ambitious dwarf sought to set himself above the rest making himself superior to the others although latigor made all equal he worked in secret struggling to master the power that only lodiger commanded the ability to create life he forged stranged creatures ugly spindly things that he flung from his workshop in disgust the lone craft man as duragar called him struggled day and night for a year each time failing in his creation and throwing the mewling misshapen monstrosities into the wilderness all the creatures races and monsters of the world animals giants elves humans kobolds and orcs arose from the lone craftsman's anvil thoughts due duragar created all other races after a year of failure the lone craft man finally succeeded by his experience in will he forged another dwarf he made his creation taller stronger and more beautiful than the durgar with skin of copper hair of bronze and gems for eyes the lone craft man was admiring his creation when lodiger found the secret forge and flew into a terrible rage the lone craft man fell to his knees begging his god for mercy he pleaded that he made his creation only as a tribute to lodiger's greatness laudager roared insolent fool do you think you can improve on my work by creating a life greater than your own you do this for your own glory not mine he struck the lone craftsman and turned him into a freaking gibbering madman without the skill patience or talent to create anything ever again and thus was born the first darrow the damage already done this began an age known as the time of perversion the works of the lone craftsmen and their offspring spread over the world forming societies and raising the best of their miserable races to the status of gods gods who defiled the world with bright sunlight green things song and other foolishness the duragard despised this rejected creations but none so fiercely as the dwarves descended off the lone craftsman's finest achievement these bright-faced dwarves who lived in the mountains and fancy themselves great craftsmen reveling lotur's children the regard refused to suffer these other dwarfs existences and hunt them relentlessly now duragar live apart from the other races in hidden strongholds beneath the earth where they work ceaselessly for the glory of their god there they train as fighters spies and craftsmen to ensure the survival of their people they trade by necessity grudgingly offering the least of their wares
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