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Far to the north in the cold mountains of old lay a valley hidden to the world. It his here that the hidden kingdom of Nordinbad arose giving shelter to any dwarven kind who needed it. Countless kings were born and ruled these flowing hills with peace and prosperity. On the winding rode north a single oaken tree could be found at the base of the mountain road, at this tree a phrase would be uttered in ancient dwarvish to unlock the path to the hidden kingdom. The gloomy path was often foreboding to any who were unsure what lie ahead but if one truly trusted the rumors a dark and long journey lay ahead deep within the mountains. After hours of trekking through the cold and dark a gentle light could be seen off in the distance casting warmth into the underworld. At the end the light became so blinding to cause a squint but beyond the pain lay a sit to behold. Rolling hills of golden green stretched for miles as trees and spring alike sprouted from this pleasant land. Walls of stone lay surrounding the valley but not at all claustrophobic as dwarves milled about tending to livestock, goods, and farms. A few miles walk along the road led to the grand fortress lying high above to watch over the surrounding peace blanketed in welcoming snow. It is here in these great halls that the like of countless invention, innovation, and greatness was born. It was here that the prince Tenebris ere to the throne of Nordinbad was born on a stormy night deep within the halls of stone. It was said as he was born a single star broke through the throng of stormy clouds layered above and sparkled with the light of all the sillmarilians. As  he grew he knew nothing but love for the land and friendship with all kindred spirits. He was taught of all there was to know in this new world and loved nothing more than to help his father rule the kingdom. As his life passed and adolescence came a shadow unseen before fell over the valley; crop began to fall ill and winter fell months too early. As the days passed many began to suspect the cause of evil was far too likely and legions of dwarves prepared themselves in readiness as forge by forge was lit... for war. And one day is it had been predicted war came... a dwarf was seen running into the valley through the tunnel dressed in only a light cloth emaciated and near death. He was brought before the legions and told of a host of evil orcs that ambushed all those on the path to Nordinbad of torture to the point of death till as he made his escape someone cracked. Trumpets rang in the deep and the dwarves young and old fled with whatever they could hold to the confines of the fortress. The peace of hundreds of years was about to be broken and the loyalty and bravery of dwarves knows no bounds. Whoever was able took up arms willingly struggling to join the defending host. Even the smallest of children played their part playing the instruments of rallying war echoing as far as can be even heard miles beyond the mountains and passed off as a storm. The clash began as a hoard marched into the valley and on that day the rivers of the once peaceful valley of Nordinbad ran red with the blood of orcs. But as the hours past the orcs numbers seemed endless as the dwarves fell defending all they held dear. A final rallying cry was made as the dwarves retreated to the fortress but the orcs knew no mercy: slaying all without hesitation. As the onslaught continued the dwarven queen dragged her sone Tenebris as he tried to run to fight and threw him into a raft down stream that lead out of the mountains, but he would not give up so easily and jumped out to defend his home but in the currents of the river he was knocked unconscious and  led away carrying their story and their love for their once great kingdom... Nordinbad. The Prince Tenebris was found lying on the ground in the Jade Peaks by an old human couple that nursed him to health and bid him safe passage. From that day forward his goal was clear: to avenge his people, find any survivors, and rebuild the great Realm of Nordinbad.