Every year on the 25th of Moonstone, all the Dwarves gather 'round the great Dorfmas tree and celebrate every Dwarf's favorite holiday: Dorfmas! Dorfmas is a holiday in remembrance of the great
Emperor Sankis, bastard son of Armok who was stripped of his beard and burned for the sins of Boatmurdered and all of Dwarven-kind. May his charred bones
be dug up and made into a masterpiece totem rest in peace. Each year, around the time of this celebration, Dwarven fortresses around the world are visited by a mysterious caravan, guided by a solitary Dwarf who answers to the name St. Burialgears.
This lone caravan driver arrives at the trade depot each year bearing sacks full of the finest Dwarven ales and whiskey, kitten tallow biscuits, and ☼toys☼. He bestows these gifts upon his Dwarven brethren, and accepts nothing in return. Then, without a word, the caravan rolls off into the darkness, as the driver chuckles and wishes all a merry Dorfmas.
By far, the greatest and oldest tradition of Dorfmas takes place the night of Dorfmas eve. All the Dwarves, both the
tall and the small short and shorter, gather at the magma pit and sing the traditional Dorfmas carols! The eve of Dorfmas is almost upon us, friends! So please, share with us your favorite Dorfmas traditions, sing your favorite Dorfmas carols, or join along with me to sing one of the most popular carols:
The 12 Days of Dorfmas!
Oooooooooohhhhh...
On the first day of Dorfmas a True Dorf gave to me:
A wafer of adamantine!