An old dwarf would stand watch as he would see his beloved hold fall where he had much memories with. It started young when King Fimlin "The Just" Grandaxe handed the hold over to Thumril Metalfist the high prospector of that time as a sign of gratitude for his work on boosting dwarven resources. Together with his brother Gimli Metalfist they started up their little clan hold of the Metalfists before the grand merging between the two clans of Metalfists and Grandaxes. During that time several marriages happened that would brand a new generation of offspring for the kingdom. There Thumril married Adeela and had a daughter Revna alongside an adopted son. There he would take care of them both. Meanwhile the hold expanded giving room for the clergy to have meetings while some other residence came to retire in peace due old age. Until the dark started to emerge from the lake that started simple as a mist that would cover the lake. Soon the resident's would complain about cobwebs and an odd stench of decay that would cover the whole hold. During that time Gimli was appointed as clan lord of Thumrilgrad. For everyone's safety the dwarves were forced to head to the capital as the legions back then went on to investigate. Soon after they found out the cause that would be the end of the flourishing hold Thumrilgrad as it turned out spiders had infested the hold that would mark the end of future establishment of the hold. After the pest controll Thumrilgrad would never recover and would crumble down alongside its history. May the hold be remembered for its good and bad moments as it served its purpose in the end. Slowing down anything that would threaten the kingdom. The old dwarf would remove his hood and would stroke his light grayish beard as he would smile to the dwarves."goo'boi 'ome, ye did well..."he'd say as he would remove the dust from his mohawk before wandering off deeper into the caverns...