I am old. The mountain has been my home for all these years, and she will also be my tomb. For generations, we have spent our efforts rebuilding, regaining our former strength. But, being the shield has its price. My daughter rebels against me. When I am gone, she will no doubt contact the outside world, to spite me.
The creation of these halls is shrouded in myths and legends. However, what we do know for certain, is that when the Fracture happened our ancestors dug in. They built halls and tunnels with the stones and ores they found while digging out their new homes. They created their own tools and weapons, and to do all this they created the Great Forges. Sadly, the Forges have fallen into a state of disrepair over these ages past… But our efforts towards reconstruction are paying off, slowly but surely restoring them until they regain their ancient glory. And then, we will make them into something even greater.
My Daughter, before I hand over the reigns of power, it is important that you know what has happened outside of our walls. Don't think your father did not keet up to date with the goings-on in the world. There was been word of a great revolution, but all the insurgents are said to have mysteriously perished in an incredible fire. However, some of the children of these revolutionaries escaped, and are being kept safe until they are old enough to take on their parents’ fight. Do not step into these events openly--Work from the shadows, until a victor emerges! And then, reveal yourself. My daughter, step into the outside world and declare our allegiance to the true King above the Earth!