Man at Work

Man and Labor

Tournament of Flowers

The Tournament of Flowers is a painting by Ylarec the Bard. While painted in 5260, it shows the miracle-working of the first paladin of the Church of Westrun in 5130. The original hangs over the Seige Prominent of the Red Avengers in Rath.

Swordmaiden

The Swordmaiden is a sculpture closely held in Arcade of Watersedge, and not on public display. The base it sits on is not original to the piece and is believed to have been set there by a mage of no mean ability.

The Competitor

The Competitor is a sculpture which dates back to the Age of the Vyrum. It was installed in the portico of the courtyard of the new Moderasia of Peakshadow, built by High King Agon.

The Princes of Ald Noeri

The Princes of Ald Noeri is a famous sculpture from the Vyrum Age. It's sculptor is unknown.

It purports to shows the White Prince and Black Prince of Ald Noeri in mid celebration, with what is supposed to be a Meni female. The sages of history indicate that an ald named Noeri appears nowhere in the ledgers of that ancient empire. It may have been a mythical place -- its name means something like starlight.

The sculpture is in the Banyan Garden in the City of Laketon, Saklan. While it is clearly depicting two Vyrum males, it appears to many of that place to be two elves with a human woman, and the motif fits a settlement that is long known for its half-elven rulers.

The Glorious Lady

The Glorious Lady is a famous sculpture dating to the Vyrum age. It is attributed to the sculptor Egygax of Giancolis about whom little is known, save that his name is chiseled into the base of many works.

In it, a decidedly Vyrum-appearing Mother Nature (Baere) pours out her blessings on the ground, to coax forth the greenery of the world. A version of this work was embedded into the rock face of the mountain at Ald Ciula on a grand scale and remains one of the wonders of the world.

The original statue from which the edifice was modeled is located in Ald Giancolis, where its sculptor was born.

The Tambkin Stele

The Tambkin Stele is stone relief work that was recovered from the floor of the Great Sea. It is believed to predate the Cataclysm that ended the 3rd Age, with most scholars fixing a late 2nd Age date.

It depicts the fighting formation of the Tambkin, which made the Companies of Tamb such a formidable peace-keeping force in the Second Age.

The Gnummor Stele

The Gnummor Stele is a relief carving in stone which most sages believe is dated from the early 4th Age, and depicting a pre-cataclysmic scene from the 3rd Age. This stele is in place at the Plaza of Liberation in the City of Treft. 

While early studies of it assumed it was made in the 3rd Age during the height of the Gnomish Era, recent scholarship agrees on the latter date given the polemical nature of the depiction of the Gnomes (background) themselves.

The Vyrum Princess

"The Princess Longing" also known as the Vyrum Princess was painted by Baredun in the Sixth Age. It is a famous work of art.

Its subject and style have been imitated many times over and the value of its reproductions is based on how true they are to the original. The original hung in Balduren and is believed to have been destroyed, or else carried off to the Goblin Kingdoms. Now a reproduction hangs in its place. 

Rumors abound that a spice trader to Rak Ozaakh saw it, or a reproduction of it, looking somewhat worse for the wear and hanging in the Hall of the Goblin Lord.

Aandol the Holy

Aandol the Holy was a knight of the Principalities in 5130ey and is often called the first Paladin, from which word, his house took its name.

A devout follower of the Westrun Church, Aandol had considered becoming a priest, but left off his formation declaring that his hand was made for the sword and not the pen. He intervened in the highway robbery of a drunk and saved the victim from certain death. Aandol carried the unconscious man to a local church. After which, the man was discovered to be a knight and immediately knighted Aandol, calling him the Holy. 

After this, Aandol locked himself in the church overnight, praying that he would keep his vows with all sincerity. For he had seen how the elder knight's drunkenness had made a mockery of his station. A visiting Prefect to the church took notice of Aandol's devotion and after speaking with him heard how he feared disgrace more than a life of danger. To placate the young man's conscience, the Prefect had Aandol swear a secondary oath of religious obedience and became his spiritual mentor.

At the Tournament of Flowers in 5130, Aandol competed against a young prince in the joust. After breaking his lance upon the younger man's shield, a splinter of his lance was driven into the prince's throat -- a wound that most agreed should have been fatal. Aandol dismounted and cradled his rival on his lap, withdrew the lance, and then placed his hands gently over the wound. For the space of several seconds, there was silence, but then the younger man stirred and coughed. Both men were covered in the prince's blood, but the throat wound was completely healed.

Later, Aandol displaced the death cult that was entrenched in Midinia at the time -- slaying their high priest and most devout, while making converts of the survivors. 

The Lament of Ulugar

I am Ulugar Bannahr, Twenty-first Regn of Dynkyr. This is my lamentation.

The outer siege was brief. By some wicked craft, the goblins learned our Watchwords through their Vile Congress. We heard them chanting and calling into flames in the eye of night. They had broken themselves against the curtain wall, but with our Watchwords they ascended Mir Vath and poured into the outer halls. Thus the siege was ended above, and began below.

Three years have passed since then, measured not only by seasons in the upper vents but by the emptying of rationed stores and the thinning of voices. We counted grain. We counted water. We counted the living. Now there is nothing left to count.

I sent messengers. I sent them to the kings of men, for we had raised their cities and shaped their stone, and I believed memory would answer debt. I believe now that none of my messengers came through. Either they were taken upon the plains, or they were received and not believed. It matters no longer.

We have tunneled our escape from the Deepwards and today I ordered the last of my people out. It's only a matter of time before they find our escape route under their noses.

I do not name it exile. I do not name it flight. I name it life.

Relief is not coming. Our numbers are too few. The stores are spent. I sent my beloved Stoneborn out onto the plains, into the cruelty of chance. Some wept. Some would not go. I had them carried if they would not walk.

Now I sit the throne alone. I have recorded my name on the tables of our people.

This seat was not made for comfort. It was made for weight. I feel it now upon my bones. Around me are the broken seals of chambers that held for centuries. I hear the goblins hammering at the barred doors, their iron is crude but their hate is tireless. Each barrier falls in its turn. Each sound draws nearer.

I am not afraid of captivity, but I will not endure it.

Before me lies the silver blade of Clan, first husband of Mya, whose grief founded this place and whose steel has not dimmed. I took it from the vault myself. It is well-balanced. It remembers its purpose.

I think of the wall, still standing. I think of the Valkauna, unseen. I think of the Lady Mya and how desperate she must have been. I have no counselor to blame. No Caros deceives me. I commanded those who walked out into the light.

Dynkyr does not fall today. It empties.

They are breaking the last door.

I rise from the throne.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XXIV

Ulugar Bannahr, Twenty-first Regn of Dynkyr. 

I did not beg.

I did not flee.

I am the last. 

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XXIII

In the days when Hafgrim ruled Dynkyr alone, the Humans fell into heresy. They elevated certain among their tribes to chieftains, from chieftains to kings, and from kings to objects of veneration. Monuments were raised to their great men, and homage was paid to them as though they were the Aenire of old. Some were revered as if they stood in the place of the Ere All.

We looked upon these things with disquiet.

In sorrow and in disapproval we turned away and once more shut the doors of our world to that which lay beyond. The market was closed to them, and the Deepwards grew silent to foreign tongues. We waited for judgment to come, for surely Baere would not suffer such confusion of flesh and divinity to endure. If the Urok were not spared judgment for the sake of their false god, and if the Stonekin were not spared the Cataclysm, and if the Vyrum brought ruin by their own sacrilege, what then could be expected for the younger race, save destruction?

Thus we withdrew.

Yet despite all that stirred beyond the Curtain, within the Bastions of Dynkyr the Stoneborn prospered. Years of plenty had filled our vaults with treasure and our storehouses beyond imagining. The Five Brothers yielded faithfully. The Arvanaith rang with song and hammer. The greatest of our craftsmen taught their craft to brothers and sons, and the halls were bright with ordered industry.

It seemed to many that the world without was troubled, but the world within remained secure.

Hafgrim was Regn for seven and thirty and two hundreds of years before he died. He was succeeded by Ulugar the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XXII

In the days when Morgrim ruled Dynkyr alone, the Urok gave themselves over to fear and to unnatural propagation. For they were greatly troubled by the fecundity of Man and warned that in time no other nation would stand against the numbers the Humans would command.

Fear turned them toward desperation.

By that time the sorcerers of men had grown bold in their imitation of the Fairy witches of old. In seeking mastery over the majk that had been the source of so much sorrow in Erenth, they experimented with forces beyond their understanding and summoned powers from beyond the curtain of the heavens. For this their own people cast them out from their settlements and some came to the Urok in spite.

The Urok, in their dread of dwindling place and fading memory, submitted themselves to arts and pacts ill-considered. Whether by their own design or by corruption wrought through those summoned powers, they were transformed. In each generation their forms grew more coarse and their spirits more burdened, until they became creatures more beast than Besnir.

Thus arose the gobelins.

Some among their line mingled further with the children of the Jotinir, and from those unions came trolls and ogres and the so-called Hill People, of whom Lothar was chieftain and scourge of many realms.

In time the gobelins forgot the people they had once been. No memory of ancient dignity remained among them, only a bitterness without measure and a hatred for all the Besnir that surpassed reason.

Thus was fear made flesh.

Morgrim was Regn for one and forty and two hundreds of years before he died, having seen the corruption of an ancient race and the rise of new terrors. He was succeeded by Hafgrim the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XXI

In the days when Keldor ruled Dynkyr alone, the Stonekin—whom others call gnomes—betrayed all the Besnir and bound themselves to the children of the Jotinir, who are called Giants. Our ancient kin joined with our ancient foe.

No treachery cut deeper.

For it was said that the grief in Dynkyr rivaled that of the day when our wives and daughters were taken from us. The Arvanaith rang not with song but with the beating of war-drums, and the names of the Stonekin were spoken with bitterness in every hall.

The Graetlings marched beneath banners wrought with devices of cunning metalwork, for the craft of the Stonekin now armed the giants. Engines were raised that hurled stone farther than before, and cunning traps were laid in the passes. What once had been shared knowledge was turned against us.

Keldor did not hesitate.

He entered the war at the head of his companies and bore the ancient silver axe of our forebears, the same that had been lifted in the first wars of the deep. The Stoneborn answered him without reserve. Though the giants wielded devices unknown in earlier days, and though the Graetlings struck with skill sharpened by gnomish artifice, the Stoneborn did not falter.

In three years the giants were broken and the alliance undone.

What became of the Stonekin in the aftermath is spoken of differently in different halls. Some say they fled; others that they were cast out; still others that their punishment was more enduring than death.

Yet in that same season great strides were made between the Fair Folk and the Stoneborn. For though there had long been mistrust, the threat of the Graetlings pressed ancient adversaries into counsel. Keldor was invited to the Parley of Selazzyne, and there peace was restored among the Fairy peoples themselves, who had been at cross purposes since the days of Fyveld.

Thus from betrayal came unlikely concord.

Keldor was Regn for two and twenty and two hundreds of years before he died. He was succeeded by Morgrim the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XX

In the days when Fyveld ruled Dynkyr alone, the Humans were freed from the restraints of the Vyrum and began to make themselves heard in all the open places of Erenth. No longer bound to the strictures of imperial order, they gathered into tribes and banners, raising their own lords and laws.

Then the Hierophant Vetran spoke from Dovaris and declared that the Seventh Age had begun.

This pronouncement stirred great controversy among the Stoneborn and the Regns of the Seven Duns. No agreement could be reached in council. For until the Edict of Vetran, many had believed that the time of our people would rise once more—that the glory of Dynkyr and the strength of the Deepwards would yet set the measure for all Erenth.

But if a new Age had begun, then it was not named for us.

Thus the Seven Duns withdrew from one another. Councils grew infrequent, and envoys returned unanswered. Each Dun followed the counsel of its own Regn and looked first to its own walls. The fellowship of the Stoneborn endured in name, but not in common purpose.

In those same years Dun Duergar made war upon the Fairies, and the conflict spread until Festog, Oromir, and Balnolmar were drawn into strife. Fyveld kept Dynkyr from that war and would not commit his spears to quarrels that did not threaten his own halls. When at last an armistice was made, he set his name upon it and pledged to renew the peace in due time.

More than Stoneborn or Fairy, it was the Urok who were most angered by the pronouncement of Vetran. For they were an older race, ill-used by time and happenstance, and they took the naming of a new Age as an affront. When the Urok marched against the young race, they came with rage and vengeance, and the Humans were sorely pressed.

Thus it was Fyveld who granted them gifts of Mithril long kept since the Wars of the Deep, that their blades might stand against the rising might of their foes. For the Urok, once roused to anger, were the match of any among the Besnir—save that they knew not immortality, having lost it in the First Age by the pronouncement of Baere.

Yet the gifts did not take root as they once had.

For Humans live but a short span before death claims them, and what one learns is often forgotten by the next. Their kingdoms shift as swiftly as their seasons, and their memory does not endure in stone as ours does.

Fyveld was Regn for thirty and two hundreds of years before he died. He was succeeded by Keldor the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XIX

In the days when Gorhald ruled Dynkyr alone, the Old Ones rose from the deep and made war upon all Erenth.

They came from rifts long sealed and waters long undisturbed. Their forms were not wholly known, nor their speech understood, but their intent was plain: the dominion of the younger peoples was to be broken and cast aside.

It was Gorhald who answered the call of the Vyrum and marched to war against those ancient powers. Twenty and one hundred companies of spears and hammerhands he commanded, and they stood firm against a fury that did not tire and a malice that remembered ages before stone was shaped by craft.

When the struggle deepened and the hosts of Erenth faltered, Gorhald sent word across the Four Lands and called for the return of the gifts of Mithril once given in peace. What had been ornament and honor was gathered again into his hands. These he caused to be melted and reforged into axe-blades, sword-edges, spearheads, and arrow-tips. The Fairy-witches of the Terani laid enchantments upon them, and the majk of their craft bound keen edge to ancient bane. Thus were wrought weapons that could wound those which common steel could not slay.

Long and terrible was that war. The last battle at Dry Rift became a grave for many nations. Upon Gorhald’s right and left the rulers of the Besnir fell, and the banners of their peoples were trampled into ash and salt. Yet the Stoneborn did not break.

When at last the Old Ones were cast down and their rising quelled, it was Gorhald who remained standing among the ruin of princes.

And it was there, upon the broken edge of the Dry Rift, that he found Enya of the Terani, a Witch of great renown. She had lost he who had stood beside her in battle and was filled with despair. At war’s end she would have cast herself into the waves rather than endure the silence that follows glory. But Gorhald bore her up and forbade it, speaking not of triumph but of endurance.

Thus was peace purchased, not by pride, but by the refusal to yield to ending.

Gorhald lived for seventy years as Regn after the Battle of the Dry Rift. In those years he watched the Vyrum Republic change in temper and in governance. The Senex gave way to factions, and old forms were recast in ways that troubled many among the Besnir. He saw the rise of new orders and the profaning of old rites. When the War of Four Nations broke upon Erenth, Gorhald closed Dynkyr once more and waited upon the justice of the Ere All rather than cast his people into another ruin.

He lived to see the Vyrum cast down and the dim years that followed.

Gorhald was Regn for five and ninety and one hundred years before he died, beloved among many nations. He was mourned by Dwarves and Besnir alike, and at his passing a feast was held in Dynkyr to which rulers of many peoples came. It was the last time any who were not Stoneborn entered those halls in fellowship.

He was succeeded by Fyveld the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XVIII

In the days when Durek ruled Dynkyr alone, our people discovered at long last the Promise of Numli. For in the Valley of Summer, before the coming of the Cataclysm, the Paramount Numli—who was called the Tharma of Kohl—had spoken a word over the furnaces and foretold that an ore would be found and alloyed that would be lighter than copper, harder than iron, and more pleasing to the eye than gold.

For many ages that word was remembered, though the ore was not known.

In the deep workings beneath Dynkyr, where veins were traced not for coin but for curiosity, a pale metal was uncovered, neither dull nor bright, but with a luster like moonlight upon still water. The smiths tested it by hammer and flame, and they found that it did not weary under blows as iron does, nor tarnish as silver will. When alloyed with secret measure, it yielded a substance strong yet supple, cool to the touch and keen to the edge.

Thus the Stoneborn fashioned Mithril.

They made of it ornaments and sculptures, hinges and clasps, circlets and chain, and its working was said to be like pouring light into stone. It could be bent without breaking and shaped with delicacy unknown to other metals. And though it was rare, it did not demand great weight to command great worth.

Gifts of Mithril were sent to rulers across the Four Lands and beyond. The Senex received it with admiration. The Terani coveted it in silence. Even those who had once dismissed the Stoneborn spoke now with renewed respect. Mithril was prized more highly than coigns of gold or silver, for it bore not only beauty but wonder.

Thus was fulfilled the Promise of Numli, and the name of the Tharma of Kohl was spoken once more in the Arvanaith with reverence.

Durek was Regn for three and forty and two hundreds of years before he died, having seen the word of ancient prophecy made manifest in his time. He was succeeded by Gorhald the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XVII

In the days when Thorlin ruled Dynkyr alone, there was plenty and quiet within the Bastions.

The Primum of the Alds had been set aside, and in his place the power and glory of the Vyrum rested in the Senex, one hundred in number, who held sway across the face of Erenth. Their dominion they named the Republic, and it spread throughout the Four Lands bringing order and prosperity. The Cavaliers of the Vyrum were counted guardians of peace and justice, and few evils could withstand them.

Under the Senex, gold and silver once more flowed to the mints of Dynkyr. The Stoneborn were invited to strike coigns anew, and the sound of hammer upon die was heard again in the lower halls. What had once been a memory of wealth became present coin.

The Vyrum also sought our counsel in the laying and carving of stone. At Ald Ciula they had raised a great center of learning, and not a few of the Grandmaster masons and smiths of Dynkyr now sojourned there. Now their names were recorded with honor beyond the Deepwards. In those years the craft of the Stoneborn was esteemed in lands where once we had been regarded only as recluses of the mountain.

There was talk among some that the Deepwards might be abandoned and that the Stoneborn could once again dwell upon the surface as did other nations. Yet such voices were few. For Dynkyr had grown fair beyond measure. The sun-wells poured golden light into the depths, and the draftways carried air as cool and clean as any highland breeze. The Five Brothers were abundant. The halls rang not with alarm but with industry.

Few believed the world without to be greater than the world within.

The Deepwards had become at once museum and workshop, chronicle and cathedral. Every family could trace its lineage upon the stone, and the deeds of fathers were carved beside the names of sons. To walk the halls was to walk the memory of the Stoneborn themselves.

Thus prosperity returned, yet the mountain was not forsaken.

Thorlin was Regn for three and forty and two hundreds of years before he died, having ruled in years of peace and esteem. He was succeeded by Durek the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XVI

In the days when Kranig ruled Dynkyr alone, the Vyrum Alds became the greatest powers in all the world. For the strength of the Fairies had been broken, and in their place the Alds rose in might. The Primum and Alternum of those dominions grew wealthy beyond compare, and the tread of their armies was said to shake Erenth itself.

Kranig did not trust that even the Bastions of Dynkyr would stand secure against such strength.

So it was that when Larifon Emeratus was Primum of Ald Saloren, he rode at the head of a great host and came before the Curtain set between Mir Vath and Mir Nahr. His banners were many, and his ranks stood in ordered silence upon the plain. There he called for Kranig and demanded his obeisance, declaring that by just tribute the Stoneborn of Dynkyr would know safety and prosperity beneath the protection of his Ald.

Larifon was known to be as measured as he was powerful, and his word, once given, was seldom broken.

Kranig weighed the matter long within the Deepwards. At last he walked forth from the Bastions and passed through the gate in full sight of both hosts. Before the Curtain, and before his own people upon the ramparts, he bent the knee to the Primum of Ald Saloren.

Thus tribute was agreed, and peace secured.

Under Larifon’s protection Westrun knew long quiet, and Dynkyr did not suffer want in those years. Trade flowed freely. The Deepwards remained inviolate. No army laid siege to the Curtain.

Yet the Stoneborn did not look kindly upon the memory of that day. Though they did not want, they did not forget. In the Arvanaith the tale was recited without ornament, and the bending of the knee was counted as necessity, not honor.

Kranig the Kneeler was Regn for four and two hundreds of years before he died. He was succeeded by Thorlin the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XV

In the days when Brannor ruled Dynkyr alone, the Derro emerged from the Durur and brought strife into the halls of Dynkyr. These were they who had pursued the Grimlock in the days of Urlem, following Urthur, brother of the Regn, into the far reaches of the deep. In that campaign many passages were sealed—whether by necessity or mischance—and the Derro were lost to sight for long years.

They came not as supplicants, but as claimants, naming the Stoneborn their debtors and demanding recompense for the wars they had waged in darkness.

The Derro were changed by their time in Durur. Their skin had turned pale as chalk and their hair had faded in the lightless depths. Their eyes were gray and dim, seeing poorly in brightness yet keen in shadow. Their arms and armor no longer bore the mark of the forge, but were fashioned from the hides, bones, and chitin of beasts that dwell in the deepest caverns. They spoke our tongue, yet with harsh cadence, and their customs had grown strange.

They were of our blood, yet no longer of our manner.

The Derro found little welcome in Dynkyr. Disputes arose in council and quarrels in the streets. Some among the Stoneborn named them heroes long abandoned; others called them wild and unfit for the order of the Dun.

At length Brannor, seeking peace within his walls, granted them charter to found Dun Dalurdig in Durur under the regency of the son of Urthur. Thus the Derro were given hold and hearth of their own, and the Stoneborn were spared open conflict—though not division.

And Brannor was Regn for thirteen and two hundreds of years before he died. He was succeeded by Kranig the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XIV

In the days when Helmgar ruled Dynkyr alone, the majk of the Fairies reached its foulest nadir. In their pride and in their fear of waning dominion, they wrought a terror upon Erenth such as had not been seen since the drowning of the Valley of Summer.

By curse and binding, and by arts better left forgotten, they unleashed the Terrasque upon the world.

Great was its swath of destruction. Cities were leveled. Fields were made barren. Rivers were turned from their courses. Many Besnir were slain before the beast was brought low, and its passing scarred the lands long after its flesh was scattered.

The Stoneborn did not war alone in those days, for even the Terani who had loosed the terror could not master it. For two years the peoples of Erenth contended with the creature, and victory came at grievous cost.

Thus were stoked the fires of rebellion against the Fairies. The arrogance that had long been endured was no longer suffered. Alliances were formed where none had stood before, and the power of the Fairy Lords began to wane. In the years that followed, their dominion faltered and collapsed.

Yet the scars of their pride did not fade swiftly. A faction of the Fairies called the Drow fought wars of sabotage against all the Stoneborn of all the Duns. When they were finally brought to heel by their own kind, the Drow were sentenced to exile at the end of the Gunvirega River. To watch over them the Regns of Five Duns set the Duergar as wardens over them at Nil Duergara.

Helmgar was Regn for nine and twenty and two hundreds of years before he died, having seen both the terror of the Terrasque and the breaking of the Fair ascendancy. He was succeeded by Brannor the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XIII

In the days when Urlem ruled Dynkyr alone, he turned his gaze not toward the plains, nor toward the Terani, but downward into the mountain. Where Haren had ordered what was built, Urlem sought to extend it. He caused the bastions of Dynkyr to grow deeper and more far-reaching, and the shafts once sunk for metal were broadened into highways beneath the earth.

The Gunvirega River was explored along its hidden courses, and its tributaries were charted with care. Where its waters drew near to the domains of Neblodi, Urlem founded Nil Duergara, a holdfast and exchange near the Stonekin of the old world. By this he sought to bind Dynkyr and Neblodi in firmer alliance, that knowledge and trade might pass more freely between our peoples.

For a time, this design prospered.

It was in those days that the Grimlock were discovered.

Their origin was uncertain, and much debated in the Arvanaith. Some said they were fallen beings of the old world who had wandered too long in lightless caverns. Others believed they were wrought by the majk of the Fairy Witches, who, having imitated the Gnummorong, sought to fashion thralls of humankind in darker form. Whatever their beginning, they were fierce, cunning, and numerous in the lower reaches of the Durur.

They coveted the rivers and the salt veins, and would not yield them.

Urlem instituted the Derro and appointed his brother Urthur as their captain. For twelve years the companies warred against the Grimlock for mastery of the Durur. The fighting was bitter and without sun. Whole tunnels were collapsed to deny passage. The Gunvirega ran red more than once, and the draftways carried not only air, but smoke and ash. It was a war fought without glory, for no banners flew and no plains were won—only stone upon stone and darkness contested.

At last victory was declared at the Salt Falls. Urlem ordered that many passages be sealed thereafter, but one company of the Derro led by his brother Urthur, was believed lost and sealed up on the Morlock side. These were not seen again and many myths abound that the lost company continued the war against the Grimlock.

Urlem was Regn for thirteen and two hundreds of years before he died, having secured the deep roads and strengthened the bonds with Neblodi. It is said that he died with the name of his brother on his lips.

He was succeeded by Helmgar the Regn.

The Tables of the Histories of the Stoneborn of Dynkyr - Table XII

In the days when Haren ruled Dynkyr alone, he was the second of his name, for his twice-great grandsire was thus named and well remembered among our people. As Regn he bore that memory carefully, and from his youth he was mindful that a name may be inherited, but honor must be earned anew. He strove to do nothing that would imperil the renown of his forebear, nor stain the line from which he came.

Therefore our people were strengthened by his wisdom and led by his steadiness into long prosperity and health. He did not seek conquest, nor did he provoke the Besnir with boast or threat. Rather he turned his hand to ordering the Deepwards in the heart of the mountain. Under Haren, abundance did not lead to excess.

The bastions of Dynkyr became a shining testament to the craft of the greatest smiths and masons among the Stoneborn. No hall was raised without purpose; no pillar carved without intent. In the heart of the mountain he caused to be built the Arvanaith, which bore his name. It was not a fortress, nor a mint, nor a council chamber, but a hall of song and remembrance. There the songs of our yearning were heard and the chronicles of our people were recited without ceasing through every year and season. Hammers rang in measured cadence upon anvils set into the floor, so that craft and memory were joined. Thus it is rightly said that in Dynkyr the halls rang with the sound of hammers and hearts alike.

Haren was Regn for four, forty, and three hundreds of years before he died, having tasted both the old age of peace and the sorrow of natural passing. His death was marked by mourning in the Arvanaith for seven years, and his name was entered into the stones without reproach.

He was succeeded by Urlem the Regn.