Twenty spans of dwarven age have passed since the founding six thousand years ago, the colony is now a kingdom of it's own. Independent of the central clans, Clan Marthammor grew vying for strength, and home within Mount Radinsammon. The years have been cruel and kind to the hardworking dwarves of the Radinsammon. Far and wide reach the tunnels of the dwarves through the mountain range and deep into the dark. Few count the dwarves ally, and only one counts them friend. Through the halfling tribes of the Kalen plains, have the dwarves been able to maintain trade with the outside world.<br/>A single elven hermit walks the mountains, his grove, a day's march deeper into the range.<br/><br/>Insular, the dwarves hold to tradition with the grip of Moradin, but now tradition is challenged.<br/>Established among your peers, your guilds, your kin, and community,