There is a prophecy foretold by the Elders of the Green Mountain, of a Son born from Stone and Iron, who will one day come to save the ancient Clans of Dwarves from the sleeping dread, Pyndrol the Devourer. The Clans toil away, making sure to not awaken the beast before they find the Chosen one, or else all of their history and Lineage would be destroyed leaving a scorching ruin of their Mountain. The Elders watch every birth in the mountain to see if they can find a marking to show if they found their Chosen one. They haven't seen one to this day...