"From the personal log of Lizard, construction worker and etnographist:
"Have you heard the latest news, my scaled sister?" - Today Selore seemed a bit more talkative then usual. She must have been very embarassed after that well incident - after I managed to get her head out of that opening, Selore looked pretty ashamed. Ever seen a blushing tiger? Me neither, because her face is actually covered with thick fur. Anyway, she came into my room today and, after a moment of hesitation, sat on the chair next to my bed.
"What's the matter?" - I asked, putting my sociology book on the desk.
"We got ambushed by a pack of the broken ones. They were armed with gear bows, but the guards quickly dispatched them." - Selore grinned: "You dwarves are brave hunters and warriors."
"Excuse me, ambushed by what?" - I thought I misheard the word. The tigerwoman gave me a surprised look.
"The broken ones. You haven't heard about them?" - she furrowed her brow: "You call them... mmmur... Dark dwarves. Or chaos dwarves."
"Oh, I know already. Yeah, the chaos dwarves. Have you met them before?" - I asked her.
"Not really." - she responded: "But the shaman told us stories about them back when I was a cub."
"Stories? Could you probably tell me some?"
She looked doubtful. I knew the tribals tend to keep their myphology to themselves, even if they are asked about usual bedtime stories.
"Well, I think I can. Follow me. I need some herbs for the ritual." - She got up and walked to the door. We made our way to the storage room where she grabbed a bundle of blade weed, a earthenware plate and a flint. Then we returned to my room. She sat on the floor, put a plate in front of her, placed a bit of blade weed on it and lit it. I quickly grabbed my notebook and a pair of quills.
"Listen closely, the Scaled One" - she said in a singsong: "I shall tell you the story of the ancient times, when the spirit of Great Tiger wandered the earth, and when colossal beasts struggled for power.
Once there was a dwarven tribe, rich and strong
They knew not only copper and iron, but also bronze and steel
Their warlord ruled the earth and lead them to victory
They grew crops, and built the cities
Gold and gems covered their clothes
But the avarice grew, their minds were engulfed by greed
They dug through the earth, and they mined too deep,
They revealed the ancient evil, known as the Whirlwind.
The evil spirits tore their souls apart and assimilated them,
The dwarves turned into monsters
They did not die, but neither they lived
Their leaders accepted The Whirlwind as their master
Now these dwarves wander the earth, seeking for blood.
Childern cry, and peasants desperately flee, and warriors grab their arms.
All shall beware the broken ones!"
I wrote down every word of her. Of course, it is a myph, but the information can still be useful. What did the dwarves find so deep? Probably admantine. Ancient stories say that adamantine veins lead straight to hell, but... Molten rock? Maybe it was something other?"