300 years ago, on the planet Nidavellir, the first community of dwarves mysteriously appeared. They inhabit a world whose geography is exclusively mountainous and snow-covered.

Dwarves are smaller and stockier than other races. Their constitution and stamina are also stronger, so that their life expectancy extends to 220 years for the oldest among them. These Doyens are recognizable by their long beards, which earn them the veneration of their peers.

These hardy beings are accustomed to surviving in challenging conditions. They build cities sometimes perched on snow-capped peaks, sometimes dug into the mountain to protect themselves from the cold during the harshest winters. Such living conditions have forged in them an uncommon sense of hard work and rigor. They are capable of constructing buildings of a solidity that defies the ravages of time.

Dwarves are fascinated by the gold they find in their mines. Their blacksmiths cultivate the art of cutting rock, precious stones and metals to create ornaments and statues. They stack their collections in secret galleries. These labyrinths are hidden from the rest of the world.

These little men, bon vivants, swallow huge mugs of beer, toasting each other joyfully. Yet their temperament can be stubborn and touchy, shifting from anger to joy as the mood takes them.

Dwarves worship Taps, the god of time immemorial, whom they represent in imposing statues of unalterable stone. It is said that after their death, the most heroic dwarves are transformed into stone. The community calls this miracle the Great Accomplishment.