Long ago, while Tolnar was just a fledgling city state, a kingdom was founded in Fire Peaks. The dwarven people, hardy and stalwart carved out cities in the mountains and volcanoes of they called home.

Then the Tolnari empire was met. At first things went well, while the Tolnar empire was rather elitist trade was had and deals were struck. But the empire continued to grow, so much faster than dwarven kingdom. Eventually the Tolanri demanded subservience and surrender, for the dwarfs were a race beneath them and should serve them.

The Dwarves refused, vehemently. Thus a series of wars started. For centuries battles happened off and on, the dwarves slowly but surely driven back, worn down by sheer numbers and a bloody determination that was a greater if not perhaps greater than their own

The dwarves saw the writing on the wall, but their pride would not let them go quietly into chains. So the dwarves during the intermission and breaks in between wars and during winter searched, researched and explored the bounds of their knowledge for an edge. Armor and weapon smithing improved by leaps and bounds, stonework was made quickly and with great strength, mining was improved a myriad of items to keep up with demand, and new siege weapons of great size and greater range were made and deployed.

Still the Tolnari pushed the Dwarves back. They had too many men, too many warriors, and the cities and town in the hills and lesser mountains were ultimately too exposed to be held. So the Tolnari pushed, and pushed, captured and claimed what was not theirs. Up until they came to the Eisen Wactturn. A small site of only minor importance, it was quite literally the last hold out of the dwarves.

Placed high on a mountain with only one treacherous approach the legions of the Tolnari could not bring their full weight to bear. So a siege was laid, the Tolnari generals expecting to starve the few reaming free dwarves out. That never came to pass. The caverns under the fortress held fungus suitable for agriculture, and the mines it had kept the weapons and armor in repair, while the stones from it were cast downward towards the siege. So the fortress's long vigil began. For centuries the dwarves were hemmed in while the Tolnari reveled in things not theirs. Then a civil war came, and with it a volcanic cataclysm unleashed by fell war magics of the enemy, against themselves in foolishness. It collapsed much of what had kept the hold running, and killed many, but there was a boon in all the loss. The Tolnari, at least all in the region, had disappeared. So the dwarves, for the first time in millennia, move out into the world. So much had been, lost and forgotten, but now they can and WILL reclaim their birthright