Inbhir Ness
It started with a spark.
Not just any spark, but a tragedy that evolved into a cataclysmic eruption that caused the eruption of Mount Harae, destroying countless lives throughout its unyielding rampage.
But from that, came hope. Excitement. Potential. Tremors in the following months caused sinkholes to form about the farm of a small valley village named Inbhir Ness.
In the village, a settlement of dwarves, refugees from their underground domain once ravaged by earthquakes and avalanches that forced them to eke a life above ground. Things changed for the worst for this almost forgotten clan, and now was the moment for things to swing in their favour once more.
Amidst the excitement, a Deep Council was rapidly organised: representatives of clans of multiple dwarven families around one table. Orcsplitters, Boulderscorch, Fiania, Ironson and more. An adventure was planned, for the sinkhole revealed Old Inbhir Ness, once thought lost to those of the living. The journey was eventful, groups from every city upon Sapience navigated puzzles of recounting past history, musical performances for ghosts, and even routing steam to a winding pipe network. It was the Mhaldorians that found a key to the one remaining area locked away from eyes, but it was the Hashani who entered the Abbey first. A substantial amount of the old Ness was laid bare, perfect for restoration and the return of the dwarves to their ancestral home.
Many years passed and finally Rhorg, Chief of Inbhir Ness announced the news many were waiting for. A festival to celebrate the reopening of their home, restored to greater glories. Worked upon by more than just Inbhir dwarves, but the very Chosen of Lord Phaestus, His most loyal children.
With the doors declared open once more, the fruits of hard labour were shown to the world. A great brewery promising a guided effort to produce your own drink! Anvilwake Memorial honouring relics and past notables. An area showcasing their crafting prowess and dwarven shops selling rugged wares!
And the games! From Boldarihm, came the rarely seen beardball! Standing upon the mountainside, countless kegs were tossed until only one remained. Of course it was a dwarf, the very Hand of Phaestus winning the Champion keg tossing belt. Statue carving followed, a faithful hound pulling at the heartstrings of the judges, earning Tahquil a miniature statue of her creation. And not to forget the dwarven classic: axe throwing! With many twists and turns to rival any sentinel axe thrower, it was Lystet who stood alone clutching the victor’s trophy.
What started with such despair and countless lives lost, balance was restored, as the dwarves of Inbhir Ness stand restored and invigorated.
With suggestions of continued collaboration and projects of grandeur, it might just be prudent to keep on eye on what the dwarves do next.