I first laid eyes on Dawnthunder in the year 1053, beguiled by wild tales of a maddwarf's vision taken life. I came here with bright eyes and joyous heart, seeking to take part in a new and magnificent history. I came here, expecting to find glory.
I did not find glory.
I found only death.
The year is now 1058, and not one of the great dreamers, the Founding Seven, survive. They lie dead, along with many others who believed, and now we forty survivors must somehow eke out a livelihood amongst the ruins of those wild, wild dreams.
For reasons beyong my understanding, my fellows have appointed me as mayor over them. I do not know why. Perhaps it is my disfigured face, my battered limbs, that make me worthy of the position-- perhaps these marks prove to these dwarves that I have suffered as they. I do not know. I do not know.
Last year, I had despaired of any hope for us. Our enemies were innumerable, our forces meager. In that dark hour, I did nothing, awaiting death or salvation... and salvation came to us, in a manner most bizarre.
I do not know how the "Lithotech" dwarves evaded the forces of the undead. They appeared in our dining hall without warning, without announcement, and revealed to us designs both cunning and fearsome. All that year they directed our labors, and in desperation we obeyed... and with wonder we witnessed the fruit of those strange designs! Five hundred of our foes, dead and mangled! Five hundred of our foes, dead beyond the land's clutches!
Ahh, there was much rejoicing then. The "Lithotech" dwarves have left us now, but they have proved to me this: dwarven cunning is better than dwarven rage. I am no Lithotech dwarf, but perhaps with patience I can learn to emulate their ways. Perhaps with patience, I too can bring hope to this ruinous land once more.
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So remember how my last turn was this bouncy goofy thing? Yeah... Dawnthunder's become kind of a dark place since then. This guy's gonna be pretty grim.
Also, Lithotech is canon now. That "owner's manual" was too good to pass up.