In the dark embrace of the Underdeep, my dominion flourishes. They say power corrupts, yet I’d argue it refines, sharpening my resolve against those who dare challenge us. My empire grows, fueled by the grit of my brethren, and the veins of precious metals coursing below. Here, we live by the sword, and the axe, reaping rewards denied to those above.
My court hums with industry, the rhythmic thud of hammers and chisels carving palatial wonders from the earth itself. Gold and gemstones bedeck our halls, while the sweet nectar of brews flows freely. Those who serve me know no want - their bondage a badge of pride, not servitude. Such ignorance to believe otherwise.
Those who slander my name, mock my way of life, best tread carefully. Should they venture too close, they’ll learn the price of insolence. The Underdeep belongs to me, its riches mine to wield. Fools underestimate the might of a dwarven matriarch at their own peril.
>Soulkyn