"Years ago, when the titans still roamed free, a group of dwarves settled in this area. They were hard working, and they were brave. They created the fortress underground, and they treated the earth with the respect it deserved. But luck was not on their side, for the brass titan Ash-Kazaf passed on this very land.
"Ash-Kazaf was huge even by elven standards, the dwarves were mere ants to them. He was known for his temper, and he didn't like people who used metal as decoratives. As he passed by their fortress, he saw the dwarven statues, made out of solid gold, and he got angry. He broke the first one and called on the dwarves below. The dwarves knew Ash-Kazaf as the titan who created the metals, so he was dear to them, but their dwarven ways was more precious than a puny little god. So when Ash-Kazaf challenged the dwarves, they did their armor and marched outside.
"Thirty dwarven blood was shattered that day, for you see Ash-Kazaf was metal, battle axe can't cut through it, yet the brave dwarves attacked one by one, as is the dwarven tradition, and fall one after the other. It was the thirty-first dwarve, who through his battle axe on the ground, looked Ash-Kazaf dead in the ye and called, "Titan! How dare you attack our land, disrespect our creation, and kill our brethren?"
"The titan laughed at the sight of this dwarf, "You are a fool, not only do you drop your weapon, you call this land yours? I created the gods you worship, I crafted the land you walk on, and I gave life to the mushrooms you eat, for I am Ash-Kazaf, the brass titan!" he stomped his feat, the earth started shaking, even human hamlets fortnights away felt the shake. Yet Thaduth stood tall, not even shaking one hair.
"Thaduth called at the titan "Your time is nigh, Ash-Kazaf, you gave birth to the world, but the world is birth, and so we have no use for you, titan." He charged, taking the hammer off his back, and aimed at the knee. They say the god of courage saw this scene and praised Thaduth, and so he broke the titan's knee with one hit. And then, he kept going, and going, and going, brass metal falling from his body. In the end, all was left of Ash-Kazaf was a tiny piece of dust, Thaduth called on the gods, borrowed their power, and crafted the scroll you see burning over there. He then crafted the very chair you sit on now, did you not notice, mortal?"