Post by Orrë the Wise on Apr 17, 2006 3:45:47 GMT
Mount Dolmed, the capitol of Ered Luin and pride of the Dwarves of all of Beleriand. This is the only Dwarven City to sit on a mountain. Not within. This ages-old stronghold of the Dwarven Civilization stands a the center of trading in all of the Ossiriand Region, and gatekeeper to the only main road into the Far East. Here the Dwarves have learnt to live amungst their fellow Green Elves of the futher-east area of The Seven Rivers. The city is home to quite litterally thousends of a quite diverse group of peoples (though many of which are Dwarves) and base of hundreds of merchants; Elf, Man, and Dwarf alike.
On the outskirts of the city sits a peculiar peak. Higher than any else in the area, it is, with a large, large cave at the top... where, rumour has it, and you didn't hear this from me, a Dragon resides! But alas!; the peak's inhabitant, a very large Dwarf by the name of Orre, has mentioned naught of this creature at all. How could such a hawk-eyed old Dwarf be so unsettled by this? It shant be true!
