The popular image of a Dwarven fortress is the picture of Koganusan... the smoking gatehouse of hell, filled with madmen, miasma, and omnicidal maniacs. Perhaps that is the way that many fortresses end, run into the ground by the increasingly insane schemes of their overseers... but those are not the only fortresses that the Goblins invade. They come for the good and the wicked alike, take the unloved, the orphans, and the doted upon with equal glee. It is the goblins that are the chosen minions of Demons upon the surface, for such creatures must impersonate gods to sway the humans and can have their way with neither dwarven nor elven kind. Many dwarves live happy lives from birth until death in the dwarven fortresses of the world, and all too often that death comes on the end of goblin swords, with no provocation nor show of horror to be found. They give no reasons for their attacks, and offer no quarter. If they believe they are doing good, then their zealotry results in greater evil, for if it were not for the constant pressures of the goblins, perhaps overseers would not be so desperate for the ruinous contraptions dwarves have become known for -- magma floods, adamantine, and all other forms of doomsday device would be largely obsolete if the goblins did not persecute a war against the dwarves. Supersoldiers would wait out their lives for megabeasts that are surprisingly easily felled, and the gladitorial arenas would be empty. Dwarves, you see, are children of their world, and it is the goblins that make the world, and therefore the dwarves, hostile.