You look around the dazzling Dwarf built throne room taking in the expert craftsman ship of the people you now ruled. The blend of priceless gems, silver, gold, and stone carvings made the place come alive. Powerful kings leading armies clad in real gold against Dragons, Some shadow creatures, Elves, Nomes, and finally Cave Spiders and Worms. There History was taught through art of battle expertly carved into the walls and ceiling. Despite not knowing how to read there language, you now knew the accomplishments of five kings before you and who was related to who. Now if only you could learn how to say there names. However it was obvious that despite the top of the line artwork carved into the walls and even ceiling, they hadn’t come in here in many years.
Dust clogged the finer details and cob webs were linking the pillars like a jungle of silk. Even the incredibly detailed throne telling the story of how it was made from a fallen star by a dwarf with a long curtly beard, who was taught smithing from a dragon, creaked and was covered in rust.
How were you going to lead these people to there former glory?
As you sat resting your cheek on your chin looking over the history of your people something unexpected happens...