From the Logs of Nikolai Daggerrough
1st of Granite
As the sands of time drip through the hourglass of our earth, history has seen the many rises and falls of pivotal figures, much like the dunes of the deserts. I believe I have just met such a dwarf, with eyes like the fires of our raging smelters, and the hollow laughter like the depths of our chasms. This is the story of Onkrin, the self-proclaimed Czar of Chambergrave.
He came in the night, not so much as a thief but like the presence you wake to in the morning. It is a presence that you would expect, like the call of your mother baking fresh bread, or when your father returns deep from the tunnels at the end of the day. It is a familiarity that you will always expect to be with you throughout your life, but when it leaves you, as all things must inevitably do, it leaves you hollow. Life is changed. He is change.
He carried the papers of the mountain home, proclaiming him the new leader of our people. Although our people are little more then 50, he says we will work like a nation of hundreds. He is right about this.
His first act was to relieve all dwarves of military duty, except for our mightiest champions, and a few of the guard.
“We will all build” he said, his hand raised high to silence any protests. A few of the braver dwarves tried to make a point of resistance, taking breaks or working slowly to displease our new ruler. He dealt with each one personally. There was no violence, only the deep gaze of his eyes. There was no more dissent after one had met with his gaze.
His next task was to seek me out. I know this sounds superstitious, or bizarre, but he KNEW I was within the spire, working in my workshop, building mechanisms for my fortress.
“Nikolai. You will be my voice.” This was not a question, nor command. It was a proclamation of my fate.
I did not question how this strange dwarf knew my name, but I did stare at the fires in his eyes.
“Your words will do my reign justice. Your eyes shall see the plans that I have laid out for our people, and your mind shall be able to make sense of these plans. You will be a testament to this age”
So this is where I began.
The Reign of Onkrin, the 13th Czar.