Ümkol Nîddêrûkh
The Platinum Halls... A kingdom of riches and secrecy that lives on in the dreams and yearning of many a dwarf, from young to old. A grand place often said to have been carved from white-gold-laden stone when winter threatened and lost dwarves needed to find shelter in hopes of surviving the unforgiving cold that dogged their heels.
Said to be ruled over and protected by a water-maiden whose real name has been lost to time, the Ümkolpul (Platinumthrone) is said to be a place of peace with little strife. And if there is any strife, it is said to be dealt with swiftly by the water-maiden's keen and unbiased judgement. Day to day life is filled with merriment and joy as gorgeous pieces of art are crafted and feasts are held in honour of a myriad of reasons.
Greed is a notion that does not exist within the walls of this legendary city. Isolated from the rest of the world, economy is internal and ruled by trade where something is exchanged for something else and everyone is on the same economic level. It is a utopia that seems almost unbelievable, something that sounds impossible when compared to the nature of dwarves, who can be prone to greed.
Ümkol Nîddêrukh is a mythical dwarven settlement that only exists in story and song, and any idea of where it is or if it existed at all has been lost to time.
Infrastructure
When it comes to what can be found in the depths of Ümkol Nîddêrûkh, nothing can be confirmed. The Platinum Halls are, of the present day, nothing more than a legend. A tantalizing legend that has young and creative dwarves dreaming of what could have been—and what they might be able to achieve if they work hard enough.
Yet, what has been mentioned is most wondrous, indeed.
The Cinderflow Forge (Kelnârhîthr)
Said to be a masterpiece in design, bards sing and storytellers tell of the black diamond-infused basalt that was shaped into rivulets and pools that channel molten lava from its source to smithing stations dotted all around the world's grandest forge. The black diamond-infused anvils ring with the ceaseless pounding of hammers, clear and piercing sounds often joined by the deep and sometimes throaty songs of the dwarves. The heat that fills this cavernous room is said to be so stifling that it is almost too hot for even the dwarves. Yet, despite the fact that the air is thick and dry, and it is almost too hot to breathe, the dwarves there embrace it all and pound away at their projects with grins stretching their lips wide behind their beards.The Silverspray River (Êzzûrðîn)
Sung as the heart of Ümkol Nîddêrûkh, the Silverspray is the home of the water-maiden who welcomed the dwarves to these caverns. Storytellers name her 'Mëkên', moon-tear, whilst bards name her after her river: 'Êzzûr', silverspray. The legends tell that the river is wide and icy cold, fed by the snowmelt and the water-maiden's careful management; and that the river feeds every corner of this little, isolated kingdom. The waters are said to trickle down to the forges where they are used to help quench the fires and lava if there happens to be an accident. The waters are then gathered up and pumped up and around the halls to be used for baths, cleaning, and cooking. The river runs down the center of the halls, and its loud rumble fills the halls with a soothing background noise.The Platinum Lodes (Ümkol Ênkhêttr)
The longest-used and most profitable of all Ümkol Nîdderûkh's mines. A massive frozen river of platinum and its companion, palladium, that runs down, down deep into the depths of the earth. Treated as a piece of art as much as a source of the precious metal, the dwarves are said have carefully mined around it as they dug the mine deeper and they were followed by master carvers who shaped the metal into a flowing statue that is said to speak of the Halls' history in grand and sweeping murals that slowly spiral downward towards the bottom.The Jewelhoard (Agêbêvûr)
The Platinum Hall's grandest accumulation of treasure, comprised mostly of tributes to the water-maiden crafted from the purest gold and platinum. It is said to be a museum and a hoard that is said to also be the halls' coffers. Dwarves are free to go and admire the pieces whenever they want due to the lack of greed in the hearts of these dwarves, and the stories say that not one piece has ever been stolen or misplaced.O Ümkol Níddêrûkh!
Hidden jewel of the mountains!
Mysterious gem of our dreams!
O how we long for your halls,
Thy platinum seams
'Neath Mëzûfís' falling tears...
Pronounced: yoom-kohl need-dayr-rookh
Alternative Name(s)
The Platinum Halls, Ümkolpul
Type
Underground / Vault
Population
Unknown
A mythical settlement, I do like that twist for this prompt, and most certainly I believe the premise with how you describe the city itself, particularly the bit about Greed being something that simply does not exist. Yet of course, despite that belief simply due to the nature of its description and what that could mean, one cannot help but want to believe. But to hope. And for that I do very much like this piece and think I simply must tuck it into my collection of moments from this SC :)
Thanks for your wonderful comment <3 It is definitely someplace I wish I could visit, just to enjoy such a peaceful place where creativity is all around. Of course, one does have to wonder what they're going to do when they run out of room for all the stuff they make... lol