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	be found. Quickly the Dwarf gained the respect of the other		be found. Quickly the Dwarf gained the respect of the other
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	==Epilogue==		==Epilogue==

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==Preface==

Back when I was a lad, my mother used to tell me stories to help
me sleep. I was always fascinated by the grandiose. The
stories that always had the most meaning to me were ones about
great civilizations or wars. Fables of magic and adventure
always seemed to have me spellbound when told by my mother's
excited voice. She was a great storyteller, by the way. Tales
of heroes and the gods always made me think and yearn for the
day when I could make a difference. This is one my mother told
me when I was very young. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

==A Dwarven Children's Tale==

"Once upon a time the world was a much quieter place then it is
today. There were no yaks making noises of protest as their
masters pushed them one way across the trade routes and back
again. There was no marketplace where thieves took a Dwarf's
hard earned ale money at the same time as a merchant tried to
take it with a sale. No sounds came from men protesting a new
tax. There was not even the shrill cry of a newborn babe, for
you see, my son, there was once no such thing as a [[Dwarf]].

"You looked surprised my child. Did you not know [[Kertigen]]
created the Dwarves from stone?

"Good, good, I'm glad to see we don't overpay that tutor. So it
makes sense that there was a time before there were Dwarves,
right? See, you are so smart! Now don't spill your milk.

"Well, if you think about it, there was also a time before there
were Elves or Humans. There was time when the soil knew not the
touch of a plow to prepare it to grow [[Olvi]] Tobacco. Nor when
the trees felt the touch of a Toggish lumberjack. A time when
the S'Kra were just a lizard in the desert. Before any of the
people you know today, there was only the land, the animals, and
the [[Gods]].

"Now for a time the Gods became used to this world, and each
fell in love with different parts of it. Our own beloved
[[Kertigen]] found solace in the mountains and the caves, finding
them ideal for his love of smithing. [[Hodierna]] traversed the
fields and plains, loving to romp where all things were alive
about her. [[Everild]] loved to be where the prey was, and would
travel place to place looking for new and terrible beasts to
hunt. [[Hav'roth]] craved the vastness of the desert, while [[Eluned]]
found the seas and ocean more to her liking. For you see, my
young man, each god and goddess found something in this world to
call their own. However, like us, they wished someone to share
it with, just as I proudly showed you to the entire clan the day
you were born, so too did the gods wish to share that which they
discovered about our world.

"Now Kertigen hadn't thought this way yet, as some of the other
gods had. He still had his artistry in smithing to work on. He
wasn't just discovering, but creating! Deep within his caves he
toiled and spent years on each masterpiece, never seeing the sky
or the other gods in all that time unless they came to see him.
After finishing a project that he was especially proud of, he
would step out of his cave and display it to the other gods for
a time, letting them gaze upon its splendor. One day Kertigen
created a shield that even he felt was awe inspiring and stepped
out of his cave as he always had done, expecting to find each
god in their respective homes on this world.

"Low and behold Kertigen was met with a sight that he had not
expected in the least! Instead of calling the gods to witness
his creation, he was gazing upon the creations of the other
gods! Now the gods did not create a great shield, not a work of
steel or stone, but of flesh. Far to the east in the oceans
that branched off from the sea, Eluned and others had created
the Elf, tall and slender, and their first clans inhabited an
inlet. To the far north Kertigen looked to Hav'roth to ask him

to explain what he had seen and saw him surrounded by his
lizards of the desert, but they were not lizards. The S'Kra had
been created. Lithe and cunning, these creatures of the
wastelands were learning from their creator Hav'roth the ways of
survival.

"A noise traveled up the sides of the mountain and reached our
patrons ears. He looked down and in the valley Truffenyi stood
invisible to mortal eyes. He gazed upon his own creation,
Humankind. Here he had a people that he could teach the lessons
of mercy and forgiveness that the Gods would not always wish to
hear. Even Meraud had created a people, the Elotheans, to
inhabit the world. Though knowing [[Meraud]], our patron thought
that he did it simply to prove he could after witnessing the
other gods create beings of their own. Kertigen re-entered his
cave, seeing his world changed. Instead of showing off his work
of metal, he had seen the other gods' artistry of flesh and
bone.

"For years Kertigen thought of what he should do. He was a
gifted artisan, and knew there must be something that he could
create to contribute to all the peoples of [[Elanthia]] that only he
could. Was not he the artisan of the gods? Was not he the
creator of their weapons, of their armor. Had he not made
Everild's spears for the hunt? Had he not created [[Damaris]]'
blades? He watched the new people of the world to know what had
been created so that he could create something unique.

"Hmm? I told you not to spill that. Here you go, all clean
now. Hmm? Yes, hon, he's going to create the Dwarves. No...
No... Do you want me to tell this story or not? I thought so,
now here is some more milk. No, you can't have any ale 'til you
are eight.

"All that Kertigen had done for the gods, he decided to do for
the races of the lands. He created the Dwarf in his own image,
for all who saw him knew he was the smith of the gods, so that
all that saw his image in a Dwarf would know him to be the smith
of mortals. Kertigen prided himself on being able to swing a
hammer and not put it down 'til the day was done, so he gave his
people stamina and strength so that they would not tire easily
either. He gave them a sharp eye for detail, so they may know
one blade's maker from the maker of another blade on sight.
Because of the need to mine metals and stones from the earth,
and the dangers and poison gases, he gave them resistances to
it. He gave them a love of ale and kinsmen, for he himself
sometimes grew lonely in his cave, and wished them to love one
another. He instilled in them, their first few years, knowledge
of the mountains and what could be found within. He also gave
them a lust for those same things, so that they would always be
near things they loved. Wisdom was instilled in his creation,
so that none may abuse the gifts he gave his people. Lastly he
gave them an appreciation of beauty, so that all things made
would not only be functional but pleasing to the eye.

"Finally Kertigen was pleased, and the Dwarves grew and
prospered on this land. Where some found the living harsh, the
Dwarf would prevail. When great deeds were required, a Dwarf
did that work. When impartial wisdom was needed, a Dwarf would

be found. Quickly the Dwarf gained the respect of the other
races. The gods no longer walk among men, but their imprint can
be found on every face of ever person of every race that ever
was.

"Kertigen made you special, my son, just like he did every
Dwarf. As each god made each of his own creation special. Do
you understand? Good. I would hate to think that not washing
behind your ears would make you deaf. Don't argue with me, I
can tell you did no such thing. Well if you are going to argue
with me you can go to bed. Hmm? Yes I love you too. Yes we
are all made like Kertigen, in his image. Yes I'm sure he does.
Alright now, run along to bed. And don't forget to wash behind
your ears."

==Epilogue==

A simple tale, but as a young child I could just see the gods
populating the world in my mind, and see Kertigen creating my
parents and my oldest living relatives. Children are often told
simple stories, but maybe that is because they know how to keep
the answers simple.

[[Hegemonic]] Blessedbe, son of a loving mother.

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