![]() ![]() ![]() He plucked it from the firmament with his tongs, and placed it into his forge. Moradin the Creator breathed upon the coal, and it grew hot. Then came light: a single lump of coal, glowing red. “Better than gold is a tale rightly told.” Dwarven ProverbĪt the beginning of Creation, there was naught but darkness and void. ![]()
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