Restoration Of Erathya Chronicles 001: One Last Free Dwarf

I've scaped. I still don't know how I managed it, but I did it... for now. It doesn't makes me proud, but I will have to save ashaming for later. Curse those tar faced elves! We should have known our pointy eared pantsies wouldn't stand a fight against their black cousins. How could anybody endure a bloody good old fight without wanting to sink your hands in the soil fearing to break a nail?! Pantsies! Curse you all for your carelessness! What were we thinking when we came here?!

But, the truth is, I know what we were thinking: the shinny glitter of gold and the warm hearth of a home. When we found the mountains of Tyrbarak, we thought we have found a place for our kin: untouched, untammed, plenty on gem and ore alike. We even wondered why no other khazad had ever spoken of these bountyfull realms or claimed them until we found the stone giants. They didn't fought us and, while we were wary of their kindred, they allowed us to be in peace but warned us from digging too greedily and too deep. We should have heed their counsel, for deep was something dormant, something bigger than anything we had seen, something belonging to the old days, something we awoke. I can remember that day as the earth trembled in fear, the mountains crumbled, and the thing came out. Many perished that day in which spears splintered, axes broke, and hammers shattered against a rock that could not be humbled down by any craft the khazad possesed. Even the giants fought fiercely against it, but what could they do against something mighty enough to cast shadow upon them all simply by standing tall? So we fled.

With the world growing colder, and now a thing from so old ago blocking the paths, we couldn't go back north. Much to our surprize, we were being awaited at the south by the most unlikely host of self-appointed allies, led by a lady of gold as fair as the finnest jewels I had ever glimpsed upon. She claimed to know of our disstress and asked us to say on her land, under her rule and care, for it was precious on gold and jewels enough to suit our tastes if we were to share but a fraction of it with her. If it had been any different, our pride would have made us to flock south, perhaps to out death, but we could not refuse the lady and, while we will never find out if it was because we were bewitched by magic or charm, I think nobody resented that nor cared about it. So we stayed.

For decades, we prospered upon the fullfilled promises of the lady. Springs ripe with jewels and rich veins of gold for us to plunder. These weren't the vast vaults of Tyrbarak but the leafy expanses of Taurnost, green seat of Aurix'Tari, home of the elves under her rule, and one of the gentlest lands I had seen in all my years. We never managed to call this place home for real but, nevertheless, is so dissheartening to see it soiled by the elves of the deep. Now I think I can understand what those giants might have felt back then, for we warned the elves of the horrors of the north and ushered them to prepare for warfare. Curse their carelessness and slow ways! Things shouldn't have come to this. Now all real hopes dwell on the west, in Enroth, assuming Gem's plan works out and the message is delivered to the right person. 

- Ufretin Swift Axe, Dwarven Ranger of Taurnost.