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Long ago in the lands of Stonelic a land of vast mountains and small rivers lived the dwarfs. A race of short humanoids with iron skin and a great love for the earth. They live underground away from all the trouble of the surface and care not for what happened around them. There Lands were held together by the Stoneheart a powerful artifact which was a perfect blend of magic and machine. it allowed the dwarfs to prosper but that all changed when the Elf's came. They were nice and strived to be helpful to us, they showed us how to grow crops underground and taught us how to build things we never thought to be possible like floating across the water on what they call a ship. we dwarfs can't swim because of are iron skin and metal bones *cough* and are beer belly's *cough*. We grew at such a rapid rate that we thought we'd run out of beer we were at the golden age of are people but atlas. You know the human saying "if it is too good to be true it is" well we didn't learn that until it was too late. You see the reason the Elf's were being so kind was because they learn of the Stoneheart and wanted it for themselves. The reason I know of this is because I was one of the Royal Guards called upon when are king found the elves trying to take are heart the king order them to stop, they refused say "we have given you so much, crops, ships and trade this is your debt to us" The king argued that they agreed to no such thing, that they said they were gifts. The elves didn't stop messing with the heart and the ground beneath are feet was trembling and in a final act of ill will they kill the guards with the king and kill the king. The King with his final breaths said over our listening stones " ALL GUARDS THE ELVES BETRYED US THEY ARE TAKING THE STONEHEART AS MY FINAL ORDER KILL EVERY LAST ELF YOU SEE" and with that he passed or was finish off hard to say. That night was a blood bath every last elf was killed even if they might have been innocent or guilty, we had no way of telling but in the end, it didn't matter they destroyed the Stoneheart and with it went are lands the guards started to evacuate all the people to the ships, but few made it. The royal Guard was doing something different they were tasked with securing the Stoneheart's plans but they were a piece of paper you could take with you; no, it was a magic rune that imprinted the way to make it on to the person's thought's the rest of the night was a bluer to me the only thing I remember is "don't forget" in my captain's voice. The next thing I knew I was stuck at sea drifting to a land I have never seen before. they called it Rathnir but I never heard of such a place, but I didn't care. All I knew was that I know how to make the Stoneheart, and I need to find a place to make a new one if it is the last thing I do and maybe to take those backstabbing elves down a step of two.