Hidden deep within the towering peaks of the Borealreach mountains, Mount Faldihr is the ancestral home of the mountain dwarves, reclusive and stubborn people who have long isolated themselves from the rest of the world. The great mountain is a testament to their enduring craftsmanship, with vast stone halls, intricate tunnels, and ancient fortresses carved into its very bones.

Once part of a greater network of dwarven strongholds, Faldihr now stands as the last bastion of their kind, fiercely protected and fiercely defended. The mountain dwarves of Faldihr live in a world of stoic solitude, their daily lives centered around the relentless work of mining, smithing, and defending their homeland.

The dwarves' isolation, born from the aftershocks of the Therianthropic Convergence and the dissolution of their alliances, has shaped their society into something distinctly their own. They remain loyal to their ancient traditions, though the shadows of their past glories now only flicker in forgotten hallways.

During the The Throne War, the mountain dwarves were among the greatest artisans of war, using colossal stone and metal titans—mechanized giants powered by arcane engineering and brute force—to defend their lands and secure their place in the world. These titans were symbols of dwarven strength, towering warriors that could level armies and reshape the battlefield with their sheer presence. But with the end of the Throne Wars and the devastation wrought by the Therianthropic Convergence, the dwarves were forced into seclusion, and their once-legendary creations were left to rust and decay.

Now, the titans lie abandoned across the Draconova Plains, their great forms weathered by time and neglect, standing as silent sentinels to a past that can never be reclaimed. The few dwarves who still venture out into the world often speak in hushed tones of the titans—these ancient relics of a lost era—but some seek to reclaim or repair them.

The technology that birthed them is lost to the ages, and the dwarves of Faldihr, now focused on their survival and the preservation of their traditions, have no interest in reviving the past.

The heart of Mount Faldihr beats to the rhythm of dwarven hammers and the cold wind that howls through its icy halls, a silent sentinel standing watch over the legacy of a once-great people who now stand alone, resolute in the face of a changing world.