The Dwarven - Elven Accord

In 5100 BGW, beneath the vaulted stone of Dumatharun, an accord was struck—not from weakness, but from strength. The Elves of Lumispire, though mighty in magic, lacked what the Dwarves possessed in abundance: Drakthorite, the breath of the mountains, the unyielding metal that bent to no forge but their own.

For centuries, the Dwarves had shaped Drakthorite into blades that did not dull and armor that withstood the bite of dragonfire. The Elves, masters of arcane power, saw potential in the metal but lacked the means to shape it. Their finest mages could whisper enchantments into silver and gold, yet Drakthorite resisted their magic like stone against the wind.

A Deal of Stone and Spell

When the Elves descended from their high cities to stand before the gates of Dumatharun, they did not seek to barter for knowledge of the forge. Even they knew better than to ask for the secrets of Thrangrim, the Deep Forge.

Instead, they came with an offer—enchantment for steel. In exchange for dwarven weapons, armor, and tools forged from Drakthorite, the Elves would lend their magic to dwarven relics, embedding protective wards, amplifying the glow of stone lanterns, and reinforcing the great gates of the mountain halls.

It was not the Dwarves who needed magic; Dumathar's flame was magic enough. But even the most stubborn of the Forgefathers knew that elven enchantments could strengthen defenses, ward tunnels against collapse, and weave protections into the bridges that spanned the great chasms beneath the mountains.

The Accord

The accord was simple, yet powerful:

• The Dwarves would forge weapons, armor, and tools of Drakthorite for the Elves, creating instruments no other race could match.
• The Elves would lend their enchantments to dwarven halls, warding their gates, lanterns, and vaults with magic that could repel shadow, curse, and flame.

But the boundaries were clear. No Elf would lay hand to a Drakthorite forge, and no Dwarf would speak the words of elven spells. Each race held its craft close, respecting the limits of the other.

Legacy of the Accord

Through this accord, the Dwarves ensured that Drakthorite remained a treasure of their own making, its secrets known only to the forge-masters of Dumatharun. Elven lords wielded Drakthorite swords, but they were hammered beneath dwarven anvils, not elven moons.

Likewise, the halls of the Forgefathers stood brighter and stronger, their walls warded by ancient elven runes that no dwarf could replicate. This exchange of craft ensured that neither race would grow too reliant on the other, but both would prosper from the trade.

The Dwarves kept their fire. The Elves kept their light. And between them, the mountains stood taller.