Good Mythical Morning
The most dower and resolute of all the races. Once a dwarf has set his feet there will be no moving him. The word of a dwarf is often thought better then even the most strongest of contracts. Their race currently does not leave their mountainous holds but that is more out of a long sense of duty.
In their infancy the dwarfish race dug deep into the mountains seeking the riches and power. Every generation they excavated more until they stumbled upon a rock that would drain the very life from all those that it touched. Unfortunately, the reason the rocks and ore had such qualities was because it bordered the negative energy plane. The more they dug the more of that vile energy escaped into the world. Now they stay, and guard against the shadows that wish to consume the life energy of the world.