Down in the deeps of the Stormwall mountains lay vast kingdoms of worked stone, jeweled lanterns and polished axes. Gon Durul, Halsond and the Westerdeep... their proud halls are no more: their great treasuries laid bare, their warriors slain at the gates, and their crowns hidden away in Seven Helms.
Clanless though you may be, the fires of anger against those that have stolen from, shamed and injured your people burn as hot in you as in any dwarf. Now, the tale can be told of how a chance discovery in a forgotten tomb will lead you to a ruined fortress, and how, through courage, battle and cunning you will carve out a Holdfast of your people in the Deeps!
- "Well, there's only one thing for it. This is a proper dwarven stronghold, even if there are no dwarves beside yourself inside its walls. Courtesy demands you announce yourself to your hosts..."