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'Tis the entrance into adulthood for the Thunder Blessed, those born out of the blessing by the All-Father, decreed by the Morndinsamman. For forty-seven years, the divide between the Hidden and the Wanderers—two separate schools of thought among the race—has slowly eroded. A new tradition of adventurism in the race—including those Gold Dwarves who desire to seek out their fortune—find dwarves both young and old, hoping to find glory in doing great deeds in distant lands. Less self-interested dwarves have also taken to the adventuring life, to reclaim ancient strongholds or treasures long lost.
And thus to the Sword Coast, the stout folk are born, or arrive from dens far and wide, hearing of the great halls of Kraak Helzak, founded by a joint alliance of Clans, bringing all banners under one, the "Holy Anvil," occupying the gateway between the Surface and the world below. The clangs of hammers upon steel in the forge are heard deep in the mountain, a call that rings true in the ears of all dwarven kin, luring them to take root in the rich Troll Claw Hills, and whatever else the greater Sword Coast can provide.
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