The Heart of Stone
High above the clouds, where snow crowns jagged peaks and the air is thin with history, stands the Mountain Kingdom. Carved into the bones of the world, this realm is home to the dwarves—stoic, proud, and bound by stone and blood.
The Mountain Kingdom is a realm of enduring craftsmanship and ancient oaths. Its capital, Deepthrone, is not merely a city but a fortress etched into the living rock, with vast halls, roaring forges, and chambers aglow with gem-light. Here, dwarves sing songs of stone, toil at anvils blessed by the Forge Priests, and brew ales that could humble a dragon.
Ruled by a delicate balance of King, Council, and Clergy, the kingdom stands firm, though the weight of years presses heavily. The aging king, once a warrior of renown, now watches his realm with tired eyes, while whispers of change stir in the deep halls. His queen, younger and fierce, defends him with wit and hammer alike, standing as the mountain’s sharp edge.
Beyond the grand halls lie lesser-known paths:
- The lowland farms of Stonefield Vale, where life clings to the earth in stubborn defiance of the cold.
- The Deepvault Clans, secretive and shadowed, who mine the furthest reaches and have grown too comfortable in the dark.
Legends speak of a Great Red Wyrm slumbering within a hollow peak, its breath capable of melting stone and its hunger never truly sated. And in the deep places where light falters, darker things stir—things that the dwarves once sealed away, but which now scratch at their prison walls.
The Mountain Kingdom does not change quickly. But when it does, the world will feel its tremors.
