Dwarves: A “Short” Story

Every Tuesday, we chortle in sadistic glee as Varialyta attempts to compress a complex story into 500 words or less for the consumption of the Ritalin generation. This week’s topic: Dwarves

Dwarves have what I think is one of the more interesting of origins.  When the Titans came to Azeroth and began nurturing life and structuring the landmasses, they created mechanical servants out of the planet’s stone to aid them in their work.  These servants are called earthen.  These creatures can still be found scattered here and there throughout the world–in fact, I bumped into a few big ones in northern Storm Peaks the other day when I fell off my mount (long story, don’t ask).

Anyway, it seems that after the Titans departed and left their mechanical creations behind, these earthen somehow were afflicted by something called the Curse of Flesh.  It’s not clear where this curse came from.  Lady Deathwhisper suggests it was actually brought about by the Titans, themselves, but I never take her too seriously.  This Curse of Flesh softened the earthen.  While some of these formerly earthen creatures (probably those of lesser intelligence) became troggs, others became the ancestors of the dwarves we know today.

Over time, dwarf civilization grew and flourished.  Three clans became particularly powerful.  The Bronzebeards preferred to live in cities carved out underground, and became the primary inhabitants of Ironforge.  The Wildhammers lived more in the open, and eventually settled farther to the north, in Grim Batol.  The Dark Iron dwarves set up shop in the Redridge Mountains to the south.

The events which shaped the dwarf political structure we see today occurred during the war between the Dark Irons and the other two clans.  This war is known as the War of the Three Hammers, and you can read about it in an in-game book.

In short, the Dark Irons were led by a powerful sorcerer named Thaurissan, who was jealous of the Bronzebeards’ control over Ironforge.  They decided to take it for themselves.  But the Wildhammers came to the aid of the Bronzebeards, and decimated the invading army between two fronts.  Before the victors could launch their own offensive against the Dark Irons in their mountain home to the south, Thaurissan managed to call forth the lord of all fire elementals, Ragnaros, hoping he would help out.  Volcanoes, fires, and earthquakes ensued, driving the Bronzebeards and Wildhammers back to their homes.  Unfortunately for Thaurissan, he’d forgotten a very important lesson in magical arts: be careful what you summon!  It turns out Ragnaros had no interest in helping, and Thaurissan died a painful and fiery death.

The Bronzebeards returned to Ironforge and thrived.  The Wildhammers found Grim Batol uninhabitable, and migrated to the Hinterlands, where they can be found today.

The remnants of the Dark Irons went underground in Blackrock Mountain, dividing their time between plotting revenge and doing slave labor for Ragnaros.  One of Thaurissan’s descendants wound up marrying the daughter of the most recent King of Ironforge, Magni Bronzebeard.  It’s rather murky whether Princess Moira was kidnapped or went willingly.  But regardless of the circumstances of their marriage, she became the Dark Iron leader after her husband was killed.  I admit–I had a hand in that turn of events.  I didn’t find Moira particularly interested in being rescued from him, either.

Anyway, with Magni Bronzebeard now turned to diamond (it happened during his attempts to find out what was causing the elemental unrest prior to the Shattering), and all the dwarves in a vulnerable state after the Shattering, the three clans have come together at last–at least, for the time being.

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About Varialyta

I be troll shaman, mon. I trow lava and lightnin at de bad folks dat git in de way, and sometimes help de Horde sick and injured to keep dem from dyin. When I be tired of blastin and healin, I sometimes go dancin wit mah druid kitty friends.
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