At the beggining of my world, three groups of dwarves gathered together in three cities. It was glorious. They had plans to set out and colonise the world with the power of the dwarves... But then goblins killed all three dwarven civs. The humans managed to linger on afterwards for a time, reclaiming their destroyed towns, but it was no use. Only the elves survived, for some weird, unexplained reason. At the year 1050 the original three dwarven civs were reclaimed by the dwarves and a new city was founded...
So i started playing on this world and reclaimed the dwarven civs, blah de blah de blah. So once i had a civ to rely on for migrants i embarked at a nice looking mountain range just east of one of the dwarven civs. But when i started digging my over ambitious future capital the elves came to trade. The first thing i saw after they had started laying out my goods was that my broker, a trained trader who had arrived during the first migrant wave had, after a polite discussion with some local rivals, been crowned queen of the new nation that i had carved, the hatchets of steel. I panicked and asked the reddit page for advice. And one person said that instead of running her under a bus, i should build a great throne room, showing the power and might of the dwarves! That this should be a line drawn not in sand, but in stone. Not the last stand of a dying race, but a new dawn for dwarven kind, a place where durin I's ancestors could look down upon and feel a swell of pride. An empire of stone. He then said, you have your empress, you have your subjects, the rest, overseer, is up to you.
an empire of stone... let the games begin.