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Races of Aeran

Dwarves

Background:

The second oldest race in Aeran, they are closely related to giants of old, and can trace their origin all the way back to illumination day, when the archangel Spandamd created numbers of moulds from the living rock and breathed various part of his essence into it and created the dwarven race.

The moulds infused with Spandamd essence are the most prized artefact possession of the dwarven race and are still in use and guarded feverishly by the Spandamd priesthood. To be chosen as a guardian of the mould is the single most important honour that can be bestowed upon any dwarf.

There are many stories about the race in other mythologies, in most cases they have been characterised as being exceptional smiths, but the overwhelming characterisation of them remains a negative one, they are portrayed as greedy and lustful, something that all Dwarves will fiercely deny.

This extreme view of dwarven race is further nailed home by their supposed similarity to an almost universally reviled race, the trolls, given the fact that there are numerous stories of dwarfs turning into stone when exposed to daylight.

This comparison is unwarranted when pitted against the universal hatred the dwarven race holds for the race of trolls and their kins.

The day of Illumination

The warrior caste:

And it is for-told, that Spandamd raised his head to the heavens and prised the eternal light, and sang to him;

Praise to be given, my soul to the wisest of wise,
You are the watcher that sees all,
You are the light of illumination that shines brightly,
The bringer of life, truth and all that that is moral,
Praise to be given, my soul to the wisest of wise.

With his hands he shaped the living rock and moulded the form and breathed into it;

“Praise the endless light,
The eternal darkness is at our doors,
It bringeth disharmony and untruth,
Fight with honour, when honour counts for nought,
Endure hardship when comfort beckons,
Take up arms and be reckoned,
War is your trade, pain is your comfort, death is everlasting,
Rise and be counted,
Praise the endless light.”

The warriors of light spewed forth, armoured and armed, the eternal light shone brightly deep in their granite chest.

The magi caste:

Once more Spandamd raised his voice to the palace of illumination and sang;

Praise to be given, my soul to the wisest of wise,
You are the watcher that sees all,
You are the light of illumination that shines brightly,
The bringer of life, truth and all that that is moral,
Praise to be given, my soul to the wisest of wise.

With his hands he shaped the living rock and moulded the form and breathed into it;

“Praise the eternal light,
The eternal darkness is at our doors,
It bringeth disharmony and strife,
It spreads lies and chaos,
Spread the truth; follow the path of good deed,
Reason and knowledge are thy gifts,
To know, the evil from the good and weak thy foe,
Let reason be thy guide, and thy shall gain,
Rise and be counted,
Praise the eternal light.”

The magi of light spewed forth, clothed and armed, the eternal light shone brightly deep in their alabaster chest.

The Artisan caste:

For last time Spandamd raised his voice to the endless light and sang;

Praise to be given, my soul to the wisest of wise,
You are the watcher that sees all,
You are the light of illumination that shines brightly,
The bringer of life, truth and all that that is moral,
Praise to be given, my soul to the wisest of wise.

With his hands he shaped the living rock and moulded the form and breathed into it;

“Praise the eternal light,
The will of the Lord is the law of good deeds,
The gifts of skill to the deeds is thy gift,
May thy hands be skilful, the day fortunate, the month favourable in all these years and days and months!
To give charity and offerings, being just,
Smock of leather is thy Armor,
Mould and implements is your weapon,
Rise and be counted,
“Praise the eternal light,

The Artisan of light spewed forth, clothed and armed, the eternal light shone brightly deep in their Turquoise chest.

Dwarven Culture

The common and popular cultural belief of most folks of Dwarves is some what distorted. The image of gruff, bearded, axe-wielding warriors, although might be a correct categorisation of the warrior caste, but it simply just scratches the surface.

The ancient race should also be known for their art, architecture, scholars, magic, and even their religious fervour. The Dwarven Empire actually had the best organized system of education and military in history.

It was not until the great planar invasion their incredible prowess as warriors become legendary, when the dwarven Sepah under Aeran-Sepahbad . After the war, when their great empires were in ruins and they abandoned magic forever their warriors are the only thing that others still remember.

In ancient times Dwarves had a great and beautiful culture that varied greatly from the Elves. While the Elves designed a culture to impress the other archaic races such as titans and Dragons, the Dwarves did not have any such goals. Instead, they simply designed a culture that fit their people allowing them to remain more unique and develop more as a race. Dwarves were not more mature than Elves and still craved approval, but as a younger race that didn’t fight against the Old Ones they weren’t faced with the same expectations and pressures as Elves.

It is this same fact that may have added to the grudge between Elves and Dwarves. Elves felt they needed to constantly prove their worth to the other archaic races and always expected to be perfect. Meanwhile, the Dwarves and their culture were simply accepted like the little brother who always got the attention of the parents. Though this fact is not as well documented as other factors such as the Dwarven secrecy of rune magic, it is an underlying element that allowed otherwise minor factors to become more heated.

After the Great War the Dwarves abandoned more than just the use of magic. They also left a majority of their way of life. Over 90% of their once great culture did not see the end of the war. The Great Cataclysm scarred more than the lands and changed the Dwarves in ways none will ever comprehend, except possibly the Elves. Details of what happened that day was only known to Elves and Dwarves, but has since been forgotten by even them and lost to the passages of time. Any records of the incident were destroyed during the Millennium of Purification.

There are some customs which have remained, but even most of these are nothing more than a footnote in history than actually practiced. Few Dwarves of the current age still follow them and it is rare to find a Dwarven family that holds true to the old ways. They are most commonly observed when an entire community of Dwarves can be found, but there are few of these that have survived. The Old Kingdom Mountains is the greatest collection of these communities and only select few still practice these customs. Eltara is perhaps the only other notable community that follows these customs with a mix of human customs blended together.

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