Oh the Fall...

It always happens. The dwarves dug too deep. Greed over Mithril is always their undoing. Daggerbell's fall was no different.

The mining operations where going according to plan, when all of a sudden, a miner digging deeper down a vein suddenly broke into something... unholy. None would live to tell the story. All that could be found in the ruins of Daggerbell, aside from the skeletons of the dead was one dwarf skeleton. Locked in a small side room off the trade post. Scrap marks against the door where he tried to get out. And the walls, covered with the engravings of Demons killing dwarves. And the occasional mushrom drawing. Because, who doesn't like mushrooms... and demons.