History
In 616 DR, scouts from Thunderholme noted the arrival of a powerful and potentially dangerous dragon called Aurgloroasa in the region but the dwarves chose to do nothing about it. This choice would eventually lead to their doom.
In 989 DR, miners from Thunderholme accidentally expanded their delves into the lair of Aurgloroasa, rousing her from her centuries-long sleep. She immediately despatched the miners and caved in their tunnel to make it appear as an accident. but the damage had been done. She became interested in Thunderholme's operations and observed the dwarves via divination magic and spies summoned from the Plane of Shadow.
In 1001 DR, Aurgloroasa began to whisper dark promises in the ear of the High Old One, the high priest of Dumathoin, Dagan, son of Belgin, Blood of Jangarak, goading his ambition and desires. He became obsessed with death, naming the voice "The Sibilant Shade", a title that pleased Aurgloroasa greatly. Her advice fueled his obsession and he gradually rose to power and prominence, becoming second only to King Emerlin III himself.
In 1034 DR, King Emerlin III died mysteriously in his sleep, leaving no heir as his son had recently disappeared on a trade mission to the Sembian city of Selgaunt. Having no other option, Dagan of Dumathoin was named royal regent.[4] One of his first orders was to commission a grand temple of Dumathoin, a task that would gradually grow to obsession.
In 1054 DR, the Priest Regent unveiled his magnificent temple in a grand dedication ceremony attended by every dwarf in the city. He then shocked the population by dedicating his new temple to Null and not Dumathoin, naming it the Necropolis of the Wyrm and then summoned Aurgloroasa, whom he believed to be his god's avatar. The dragon then proceeded to kill all but about thirty dwarves, many of who were later hunted down and slain in the following weeks.
By the 14th century, the halls lay dead and empty, the hammers and forge fires silent. The only occupants were the restless dead, the countless hordes of dwarven nobles, warriors, merchants, and commoners that wandered the halls as skeletons, ruled by their deathly queen, Aurgloroasa, "the Sibilant Shade".
There was one clan however that managed to slip out of Thunderholme and made their way into the hills of Cormyr, that was the Fire-Stone clan. Though a clan they could barely be called. Aurgloroasa had decimated their numbers in her capture of Thunderholme. Many of the children were killed, the clan elders murdered or sacrificed by the crazy priest Dagan. Once called one of the finest smithing clans to ever grace the halls of thunderholme, the Fire-Stone Clan numbered only two Dwarfs; Malachi and his wife Mergana.
Malachi managed to make a meager living in the Cormyr highlands smiting horseshoes, small arms, and armor. Yet he was never able to make a good living without good stock of ore and metals. With Thunderholme out of commission that was hard to come by. There was little stock that drifted in from the Storm Horns, and even less from the Sunset Moutians.
Malachi and Mergana were also advanced in age, even for dwarfish standards, so Malachi thought that the clan of Fire-Stone would soon be lost forever. Their children were murdered in the calamity that took his home, and this saddened Malachi, but even more so Mergana. Who even when fertile did not want to try to sire the lost patriarch and heir to his meager throne.
However, be it dumb luck, or Moradin smiling on the lost couple; a merchant commisioned Malachi to make a suit of gleaming Mithral armor and a great axe with a magical ruby set in the middle of the blade. Malachi knew that this was finally his break and he'd be able to provide Mergana with a proper home, even if it wasn't under stone. When he told Mergana she was so elated, and that night the couple shared more of a bond than they ever had since they were driven from their home. Ten months later, Kimli was born. The Fire-Stone clan had a new heir. The year was 1114 DR
Malachi worked on his new project with a fervor that only finding out one would be a father can can give. He put his best work into the armor, which he named Silverskin. It was light, even for mithral standards, and all the joints moved with so much ease that a rouge would be comfortable in it. He guilded the armor with gold, and stamped the Fire-Stone crest, a hammer striking a burning anvil, onto the bracers.
He then poured himself into making the great axe, smelting the leftover Mithral in his kiln. He pounded out a rough shape of the head of the axe and made a socket for the magical ruby with his chisel. He set the ruby in place, and stuck the head and gem into his forge to set the metal. The forge exploded, the resulting quake cracked the very earth itself under it.
Astonished, Malachi took out the head and deemed the axe be called Forge Breaker. He hammered the mithral into place, and set it into his trough to cool. The trough however continued to boil. The metal did not cool completely. Spurred on somehow by the magical ruby.
Malachi was intrigued by this and he pulled the blade from the trough, He felt the shaft and the head, the shaft was warm to the grip, but not over whelming.... the head however was burning hot even through his smithing gloves. The magic, in the process of breaking the forge, retained its heat. Though, his job was not done.