"So go on tell us."
"Well I'm a man of my word so let me begin." Vaerys sat crossed legged and began to reminisce.
"About a thousand or so years ago, there was a mighty Dwarven king by the name of Cantor. Y'see, Cantor brought the entire Dwarven tribes together under one banner. We Dwarves are a wily bunch so this was no easy task. There was lots of fighting and killing but instead of fighting for resources, Cantor fought to unite the tribes. Tribe after tribe he brought under his wing until he conquered them all and he crowned himself the King of the Dwarves. A mighty title, don't you think?"
"Cantor took a thousand children from each tribe to be raised as his own personal army and if any of the tribes decided to rebel then he would kill them. Needless to say, Cantor had a large army with no one to challenge him so he looked to the horizons for challenge." Vaerys motioned to the horizons himself. "Cantor didn't really act as a king. He left our realm and ventured out with his unstoppable army. He went to Orcs and crushed them. He went to the Lycan realm and crushed them as well. Cantor laid siege to the largest city in all the horizons and broke the walls. But there was one foe he couldn't destroy or defeat. Cantor was the most cunning dwarf we ever had but he fell to the most human of traps: love."
"On his travels, Cantor met this elven witch who enticed his mind with promises of immortality. Cantor loved his woman but whether it was truly her or her spells, I do not know. I do know that she was hauntingly beautiful. She wasn't the kind of pretty that made you smile. She was beauty that would imprinted in your mind. She was on Cantor's mind constantly so he did what she bid. He ventured his army into a dangerous realm where magic was incredibly strong. She made him and his soldiers drink this elixir for immortality and immortality it did bring but not the one he wanted."
"Cantor and his men became mindless and shambling messes. Their skin turned pale, and their eyes became as black as the night. They were cold to the touch and cold at heart. They were no longer dwarves but slaves to the witch. To this day, the witch and her legion of dead men roam the horizons in search of the Dwarven realm. In Dwarven law, killing one of the same kin is considered a dire crime punishable by death. It is a grave sin to kill someone in your family so the Dwarves stay in their realm. The majority of Dwarves had family taken by Cantor so they dare not venture out in fear of seeing the witch's legion. So we take it upon ourselves to isolate our realm. I personally don't know anyone in the legion so that's why I'm out here but otherwise, that's why not many of my kind leave our realm. They fear the witch's legion."
"Well I'm a man of my word so let me begin." Vaerys sat crossed legged and began to reminisce.
"About a thousand or so years ago, there was a mighty Dwarven king by the name of Cantor. Y'see, Cantor brought the entire Dwarven tribes together under one banner. We Dwarves are a wily bunch so this was no easy task. There was lots of fighting and killing but instead of fighting for resources, Cantor fought to unite the tribes. Tribe after tribe he brought under his wing until he conquered them all and he crowned himself the King of the Dwarves. A mighty title, don't you think?"
"Cantor took a thousand children from each tribe to be raised as his own personal army and if any of the tribes decided to rebel then he would kill them. Needless to say, Cantor had a large army with no one to challenge him so he looked to the horizons for challenge." Vaerys motioned to the horizons himself. "Cantor didn't really act as a king. He left our realm and ventured out with his unstoppable army. He went to Orcs and crushed them. He went to the Lycan realm and crushed them as well. Cantor laid siege to the largest city in all the horizons and broke the walls. But there was one foe he couldn't destroy or defeat. Cantor was the most cunning dwarf we ever had but he fell to the most human of traps: love."
"On his travels, Cantor met this elven witch who enticed his mind with promises of immortality. Cantor loved his woman but whether it was truly her or her spells, I do not know. I do know that she was hauntingly beautiful. She wasn't the kind of pretty that made you smile. She was beauty that would imprinted in your mind. She was on Cantor's mind constantly so he did what she bid. He ventured his army into a dangerous realm where magic was incredibly strong. She made him and his soldiers drink this elixir for immortality and immortality it did bring but not the one he wanted."
"Cantor and his men became mindless and shambling messes. Their skin turned pale, and their eyes became as black as the night. They were cold to the touch and cold at heart. They were no longer dwarves but slaves to the witch. To this day, the witch and her legion of dead men roam the horizons in search of the Dwarven realm. In Dwarven law, killing one of the same kin is considered a dire crime punishable by death. It is a grave sin to kill someone in your family so the Dwarves stay in their realm. The majority of Dwarves had family taken by Cantor so they dare not venture out in fear of seeing the witch's legion. So we take it upon ourselves to isolate our realm. I personally don't know anyone in the legion so that's why I'm out here but otherwise, that's why not many of my kind leave our realm. They fear the witch's legion."