Mountain That Walks



There is a mountain that moves about the face of Hearth, slow as the stride of a glacier it seems, though moving as fast as a man can run. It seems to wade through other ranges and forests like a specter, it's course unhindered by the stones in its path. It is the Mountain That Walks, the home of the Midgard and the final home and reward of all dwarves. The inhabitants have another name for it. Himmel Gallenstein; The Gallstone of Heaven.

It is called thus for a very simple reason. It was voided from the bowels of the Upper Planes, housing a people two hard to be excepted. They would bow to no power but their own, obey no law but their own. They stood before the pantheon of the gods, even the deity that sculpted the first dwarf from the clay of creation, with unrelenting rebellion. They awaited their destruction stoically, excepting it, but refusing to bow. So impressed were the gods by the collective will and purpose of the dwarves that they could not destrpy them. The dwarves believed they were doing what was Right and were willing to die as the holiest martyr might. Instead they were cast down from up high, they and their greatest mountain. Before this was done, their maker, proud of his creation and their self-sufficiency despite their rebelliousness, shed a tear at their parting. It struck the mountain and flowed deep within. There it crystalized, a blessing and a parting gift to his beloved creation. A sign of his love and a promise. They could return if ever they would give their heart back to him instead of themselves. The dwarves know this will never happen, for though they respect their creator, and may even love him, the dwarves will forever be for the dwarves. The Heartstone and its connection with the afterlife allows them to move through both the Spirit World and the land of the living.

Though their mountain was able to hold their entire civilization in its smallest nooks, and vast areas have still not been touched by any dwarven pick, after millenia many felt the urge to explore the icy land they had been cast down to. Those that left gave up the greatness of the Midgard, but instead took on the properties of simple stone and mud, ice and rock. In them though was still a touch of their ancestor's divinity, and they could never die. Instead, once the life had passed, and only this divinity remained, they became creatures of the mountains themselves. Tapping at the stones to bring their people to riches, leading the lost and warning against cave-ins, they aid as they can the people they no longer are a part of. They now await the coming of the Mountain That Walks to pass, so that they might be allowed in and become Midgard once more.

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