A Dwarf Teradrim.
|Distribution||Across Sapience, but particularly the cities and the mountainous, ore-rich places of the world.|
|Strengths||Sturdy, hard-working, talented craftsmen.|
|Weaknesses||Tendency towards solitude, few children.|
|Short, stout, bearded humanoids with an affinity for stone and metal.|
Staunch and stout, the burly dwarves are a nomadic people, with their ancestral home lost in time before memory. Today, dwarves can be found in all corners of Aetolia, with members of the race favoring every sort of lifestyle from a solitary monk's meager means to a rowdy, pub-crawling soldier's fortune. Several racial villages have been established across the land, such as Khauskin and Tainhelm, with the communities springing up around lucrative mining deposits. Physically, Dwarves tend to be short and strong, with a heavier, stocky build and a penchant for sporting luxurious beards and mustaches.
Born close to the earth, the Dwarves of Aetolia are a stout and resilient people. Their preference for solitude deep within the highlands of the realm is not a deterrent for those who seek other ends, and they are just as often found striding powerfully through the city streets. Their ancestral home has been long lost in the darkness of the Midnight Age, but this is of little consequence to the nomadic peoples of the Dwarven race. Home and Hearth can be built anywhere, and no one is as dependable as a Dwarf.
Upon reaching certain levels, this race gains the following skills.
|1||Alcohol Resistance|| |
|25||Improved Forging|| |
|50||Endurance Regen|| |
|75||Rock Harvest|| |
As told by Tordahl:
It was the time of the great unknowing. Having only instincts to rely upon, mortals just understood enough to form tribes, little different from packs or herds. They huddled together for warmth in the night, and kept each other safer from the animals that would prey upon them. Where food was scarce, and children plenty, they became territorial as any other creature in duress.
Two such groups lived in the high mountains, where little more than grass grows and those that survive must be strong of heart and will. With the goats did they dwell, and lightly did they sleep, in fear of the prowling lions of night. When summer began to fade to autumn, bringing with it the smell of snow and death, the two groups could not coexist. There was not enough to eat, and both groups had women with swollen, heavy bellies. Neither could leave. They did not quite comprehend the problem, and its complexities, but they knew the end was close.
Like sheep did one group huddle for warmth, searching desperately for the smallest leaves and grubs to devour and sate their hunger. And like wolves did the other group fall upon them, teeth flashing and growling with hunger. The first group was entirely slain. The bodies, half-eaten, gave of their blood and meat to the earth, mingling with the snow and sharing that which the second group did not devour.
Their competitors disposed of, the second group still barely survived the harsh winter that followed. As the ice melted, the ground that had been seeded with the flesh of the fallen flourished and grew green with beauty. The mortals, still ignorant of what they had done, gazed at the vegetation without understanding. Yet through the sprouts and buds murmured a voice.
"You have given to Me nourishment, and glory," said the Voice with pleasure, murmuring from the very mountains themselves. "Come, little ones, you have suffered long enough under wind and water. Like pearls from sand you come. I shall protect you when you cannot protect yourselves, and long shall we sup together."
Soon we realized that the Divine, the spirit of stone and strength, had made us different from the others. More enduring, and without the unsightly gangly legs of others. So it was that our people, then called the Dowaf, lived in the tunnels and sanctuaries of the Earth, in seasons both green and cold. In the mountains were we born, and to the mountains shall we ever return.
Divided across a variety of clans, the modern Dwarves are a scarce and relatively insular people with a famed love of weapons, alcohol, and family. Your average Dwarven clan claims a dozen to several dozen Dwarves, and usually a few alliances and feuds with other Dwarven clans. Almost every clan, without exception, has a long history and genealogy spanning centuries, generally cutting off during the time of the Ankyrean Order.
Dwarves measure prestige by a number of metrics; material wealth, well-groomed beards, opulent clothing, fine weaponry and armor, and the quality of food. Dwarves, for the most part, reject asceticism and abstinence from the bounty of the world, preferring to revel in wealth, wine, and beauty. Their work ethic reflects in every facet of their culture, which features meticulous ritual for everything from praising the Gods, to marriage, to digging out new mineshafts; these rites can vary widely between different clans and parts of the world.
Combined in the Dwarven psyche is a contradictory mix of taciturn introversion and boastful joy; Dwarves are proud of their skill and achievements, and eager to delight in life, but at the same time many prefer to remain with their clan or in the remote mountains of the world, away from cities, towns, and non-Dwarves. The Dwarves have spread far from the Vashnars which were once their home, and their clans can be found in all the places of the world.