Legend Lore: King Harlith Nogoth of Lhach Nogoth

Once a king of proud dwarven halls
Turned paranoid by betrayals and falls
Sealed the halls in adamant shield
Screened from the moon till the land had healed
With entrance lost they turned around
With shovel and pick, headed corebound
Hacking and mining, amethyst with gleam
The dwarven king was approached in dream
Pandorym said the purple haze
And laid forth its empathetic case
Trapped in this realm so far away
A pact was made until the day
When Pandorym the Elder Evil
Would return to their home primeval
The Far Realm where the creature spawned
And then broke their eldritch bond
The Dwarven folk once lived undying
Kept by amethyst in the nape occupying
But once the bond was done and broke
The Dwarves of Nogoth were ash and smoke
Now the King and his Council few
Live away from where society withdrew
The King and his eternally bonded Dragon
In sorrow empty both tankard and flagon