The Hammer fall

"Then when the Hammer fell on the lake of the world. Mhuzult was left a free home with the mountain that sprung up in the lake. Yorm took his armies and marched across the craggy ground and built our home there. Building a great city around the Spire. Carving the houses and the palace out of the stone, and built great bridges to the shores of the island..."

Summary

During the war between the Zelthic and Mhuzelti Clan of Namoux on the Isle of Mhuzelt in a dispute long forgotten. Ages turn and fates are lost, the shattering of dredges of truth having dried away and crumbled to dust, the specifics of ancient Dwarven and Gnomish history was forgotten. Though they knew that at one point they were the same people of different families.

This war had awoken a sleeping King that the two clans knew naught, having burst through the earth in a cataclysm of fury. Their people watched in awe as this god awoke as a sleeping bear awakens from the middle of a deep hibernation as the icy and bitter wind rips at the mottled fur and freezes the wet of its nose. To say the god had nothing but Ill intentions for the people would be an understatement that would know no bounds.

This god, having listened in irritated agony to the mortal squabbling and bloodshed, had cursed the two people and changed them. The Zelthic clan he shrunk to mirror their meager pride, and turned their skin ashen gray to forever remind them of the ashes of war they raged.

Turning to the Mhuzelti people he turned away from the Isle with words of hate. Furious in his wrath he shrunk them as well to belittle them and their arrogance, turning their skin bronze to forever bake in the sun's heat. Casting them away to ever be nomads to wander foreign lands.

With a mighty blow, he brought his hammer down in the center of the Isle. The shockwave of the strike had formed the Spire and the mountains ringing the Isle. Laughing as he watched the Gnomes see the fires of their war to rage in eternity, and to know that the Dwarves should they ever return, would return to a foreign land.

And thus, the Isle was remade in the Sleeping King's fury. A thoughtless dismissal of both people, to curse both out of mere inconvenience. To forever brand the two as enemies to blame each other for waking this terrible evil.

Spread

The legend itself, known the world over as the world's calendar, is based on the Gnomish one. The event having happened 1231 years ago, all others having felt the shockwave of the Hammer Fall. Tsunamis having racked the world over for weeks as the planet was rocked from the force of the strike. Shifting it from its previous rotation to the one it now has of having 100 days over the course of four seasons.

Date of First Recording

Year Zero

Date of Setting

Year Zero

Imperial Scholar's note: I have heard of this, I have my speculations. For the Queen refuses to allow me to speak of it to the degree I wish. Only that this seems to be a fabrication in one thing, The Great Father would never laugh at his children's suffering like this. I fear that his corpse is being abused by that Shadow, a great puppet to the Master. Woe be on that Shadow, for we are watching.