Though the location and details of life in this city are lost in the mists of time, its legends live on and are the subject of many a dwarven story or opera. Besieged by hordes of evil humanoids (most claim orcs, though some resolutely claim it was hobgoblins), the defenders fought to the last, preferring suicide to the ignominy of defeat.

There is a song that recounts the glory of those fallen:

Dwarves of Baernrock stop your dreaming
Can’t you see their spear points gleaming
See their warrior’s pennants streaming
To this battle field

Dwarves of Baernrock stand ye steady
It cannot be ever said ye
For the battle were not ready
Stand and never yield

From the hills rebounding
Let this war cry sounding
Summon all at Baern’s call
The mighty force surrounding

Dwarves of Baernrock unto glory
This will ever be your story
Keep these fighting words before ye
A dwarf shall never yield!

A recreation has been preserved via Minor Image here:

(The archive is clearly inaccurate. All those in red should be shorter, heavily bearded, wearing helms and chain mail, and wielding axes and crossbows.).


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