Dark Times of Drekhar the Black, the necromancer that ruled the Southlands of Frenark Barrens and the Gofumt Wilds, who had tried to take over the world and almost did.
The Mirrored Mountains, named for their likeness and twin-like resemblance. Towering over the Banfell Forest that lay at the feet of the mountains, the Clan Neranni found a temporary home on their way to the flatlands of Devrux where the men had settled many centuries ago. Building vast city-states with a flourishing markets and trading systems in place. There had always been a mutual exchange in the realm of commerce where the likes of races were concerned. The main city of Devrux had been Dierlen, a sprawling metropolis with practically every shop one could imagine possible, available. Exotic goods from all over the continent had made its way into one shop or another in that city. Elvish cloth, finer than any silks and in such an array of colours one would think it otherworldly with their lavish hues and a strength to match. Dwarven steal, so purely smelted that no blade would dare blunt despite the use one would have for it.
The Loloth Mountains and their numerous mines yielded the majority of the continents metals and fine crafting materials such as precious gemstones and the gold and silver used to hold them. The dwarven clans and the families that did branch out into the world lay their claims with what they knew best to do. Mining and blacksmithing had been the traditional form of employment for the lot that they were. Some ventured out into the world, establishing shops in villages throughout, bringing that of Dwarven made goods, such as axes, hammers, ingots of varying metals, to those who would happen to stop in the towns. Farming equipment had been a booming business for several houses among Dwarven kind and they had even proven to be adept at plying that equipment in the fields and yielding enough to supply the towns and villages with enough to eat.
Placing this here for the moment. Will elaborate at a different time...