The founding story.
The sun beat down upon the thick yellow sand as seven pairs of heavy boots trudged through it towards the magma pipe. They finally stopped, relaxed, and drank deep from a barrel. The miner, Athel Kollular, began to dig into the shifting sand with energy and a brutish kind of grace. A few days passed when he suddenly heard a scream from the surface, he rushed to the surface to see a group of fire imps (which are the size of a meduim dog) rip into his friend, the clerk, with unrestained fury. They turned on the next Dwarf and ripped the poor dwarf's head off and throw it into the magma.
A thick hand shot up from the magma and grabbed the flying head, just as Athel barreled into the Imps swinging his copper pick. The first pick strike broke a Imp's obsidean skull and crushed it's hateful brain. The second lodged in a Imp's ribcage, Athel swung again and threw him back into the magma. The third Imp was the unluckiest of them all, for Athel broke his lower body and then charged at the last and final Imp who tried to jump out of the way, but was broken in two by Athel's swift pick.
The magma man pulled himself out of the pit and stared at Athel.
"You have invaded my home land and killed my people for that you will pay." bellowed the Magma Man as he began to walk slowly towards Athel.
Athel didnt respond with words but with a swift movement of his pick as he lodged it in the skull of the Magma Man, Athel was even swifter when he yanked the skull out with his pick. The Magma Man had a second before he collapsed into a pile of bones and ash.
Athel looked around and noticed the five dead dwarves lieing around the wagon. He looked around for the sixth and noticed that she was smart and hid on the top of the wagon. He went back down below and carved the rest of the needed rooms from the thick sand. He did not shed a single tear for his dead friends. But worked with unrestrained fury on getting what his people needed to survive and prosper
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