JOURNAL OF ANDRONICUS

PART II - THE DWARVES

The dwarfkind is the second most ancient race. Once lords of half the realm of Xerath, all changed with the advent of the Dragons. These winged overlords, enslaving men beneath their draconic yoke, usurped the entirety of the continent, compelling the dwarfs to seek refuge in the craggy bosom of the Kaznarlig Mountains. From these subterranean bastions, they conducted relentless forays upon human hamlets, amassing untold riches beyond mortal ken.

When the Giants led the charge in the Uprising against draconic tyranny, the dwarfs glimpsed an opportunity to resurrect their ancient glory and mobilized their formidable legions. But fate played a cruel hand, and a plague swept through the dwarf clans. The majestic halls of Kaznarlig were deserted in haste, and the remnants of the dwarffolk sought sanctuary in the southern realm.

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In the distant realm of Kerath, the remnants of dwarfkind took root anew, fragmented and diminished. The dwarf city-states now stand as mere echoes of their former glory. Bound by fealty to the Archons and acknowledging the Giants as their liege lords, the ancient race humbly bows to the dictates of fate. Where once they terrified Xerath, now they render annual tributes to the Archons. Yet, through the craftiness of dwarf merchants, fueled by avarice, the coffers of the dwarven kin remain brimming.