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An old tale from a remote corner of Bormar chronicling the arrival and fortunes of an ancient Dwarf.{{DocumentInfobox
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|Caption=A tale about a strange Dwarf in strange lands.
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''Many, many years ago, in a small town nestled by the icy shores of the outskirts of what is now known as '''[[Bormar]]''', a '''[[Dwarf]]''' appears.''▼
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▲''Many, many years ago, in a small town nestled by the icy shores of the outskirts of what is now known as '''[[Bormar]]''', a '''[[Dwarves|Dwarf]]''' appears.''
''Dishevelled, bruised, unkempt, he hobbles to what he believes is some sort of inn, or tavern. Even a small town of this size has its travellers, particularly by the coast, but the Dwarf garners attention from his strange garb, dark grey skin, severe limp and the secrecy in which he carries himself.''
''He speaks none of the
''Personally, the innkeeper shows the newcomer to his room, presents him with a key, shakes his hand and makes his way back downstairs. The Dwarf makes his way into his room, locks the door behind him, lies down on a very large bed, the largest he's seen, and promptly falls asleep for many, many hours.''
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''One day, the Dwarf discovers a local library. A relatively small collection of books, communally put together by the more well-off merchants and townspeople, kept by a small staff of Dwarves.''
''The Dwarf took to this library like a
''Eventually, over many months, of which his money was still good, the Dwarf came to know the language of the town. He became a regular sight amongst the cobbled streets, always a courteous greeting to those he passed and a common sight for the merchants and traders with whom he struck up jovial conversations.''
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''Eventually, the Dwarf dies too. From strange shores to a tiny town, no one quite knows the true story of what happened to this Dwarf, but as the town mourns his passing, the stories and rumours begin to crop up again.''
''The Dwarf's belongings, rare and valuable, pass through the family from generation to generation; heirlooms and artifacts. The story of their forefather is always told at
''His descendants are careful with their money, never too thrifty, yet never risking too much. They solidify the family claim over the town and a handful of other neighbouring towns. They eventually become
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''Tolbar tucks into his evening meal. The days of roast venison and stewed
''A single candle burns in the middle of the long dining table. Tolbar, at its end, is almost in complete darkness. His butler, Codol, stands in the corner in complete silence whilst Tolbar quietly chews the leg of meat.''
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''A tiny pinprick of light appears at the end of a pitch-black hallway. The sound of leather slapping against stone can be heard faintly. Keys jingle and a Dwarf's breath gets heavier as they sprint their way to the dining room.''
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''Tolbar peered over his spectacles at the map. It did look like a cross...''
''A + shaped section, tiny in comparison with the nearby mountain ranges, backing onto the
''If this was true, it would be his last chance at regaining any semblance of a Lordly life. It would be nice to have subjects again. Well, it would be nice to have anything again.''
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