Bombkiller
I am a son of stone — forged in the deep halls where the mountain hums with the heartbeat of the earth.
My hands know the weight of iron and the whisper of runes. My craft is my oath, and my hammer my truth.
I am part of a brotherhood of builders, traders, and defenders — the keepers of stone and steel.
We Dwarves are the foundation upon which kingdoms stand, the quiet strength behind every fortress wall, and the unseen hands that shape the tools of war and peace alike.
Our philosophy is simple:
“Through craft, trade, and unity, the Dwarves endure.”
We do not rush. We do not waver. Where others see the passing of time as a foe, we see it as an ally. Patience is our weapon, and perfection our goal.
Our doctrine guides every stroke of the hammer and every chisel’s edge:
“Let our walls be high, our steel be sharp, and our patience eternal.”
Within our halls, we forge more than weapons — we forge prosperity. We aim to build a self-sufficient industrial bloc, a network of dwarven strongholds that supply all Illyriad with the finest crafted goods: armor that gleams like starlight on steel, and tools so perfect they could shame the gods themselves. Through trade and craftsmanship, we earn both profit and respect, turning our skill into strength and our strength into diplomacy.
But not all our power is wrought in metal. The Dwarves have learned to weave the threads of magic through the veins of the world, crafting a barrier of geomantic power that shields our lands — a divine shield of stone and sorcery.
In all things, we hold fast to the old ways:
Loyalty above ambition. Stability above chaos. Brotherhood above all.
For we know this truth, etched deep into the bones of the world:
“Stone remembers.
Steel endures.
Magic binds us.”
— The Dwarven Creed