!!!The Fall of the Harlynns.

Once upon a time, barely some millennia after the Chaos War, lived in the depths of the Turnip Mounts a tribe of un Dwarves known as the Harlynns. Uncommunicative and greedy for riches, they had few contacts with the other Dwarves, and spent their time digging rock. Digging, and digging more, searching for gold and precious gems, always wanting more riches.

In fact, these Dwarves didn't worship anything more than the gold and gems that they tore off the entrails of the earth, drilling tunnels and mine ever deeper, forgetting even the light of the sun; the cold didn't hindered them, and they love the shadow of their mines, as long as they were filled with riches to dig out.

More than once they had to fight off a reckless dragon watching over its treasure; always the victors, the Harlynns amassed over the centuries prodigious riches, that went far beyond the understanding of any mortal. But not enough, never enough.

Then came the day of their fall. Some say a dragon, far more powerful than normal, decided to get revenge out of these annoying people; some others that the Harlynns, by venturing into the deepest recesses of the Disc unleashed a mysterious evil.

No one will ever know; as it is, the Harlynns was then hit with a terrible curse. In love with gold, they suddenly lost all love; only wanting gems, their heart turned to stone. They all died, one by one, throwing imprecations at feelings, the gods, and the universe. But not completely: death like love was forbidden to them, only hate remained.

And cursing at life, they who weren't really alive anymore, they started to wander. Anyone who crosses their path serve to fulfil their urges for revenge: to quench their thirst for revenge, they turn him into one of them. Nobody ever dared to go and steal their treasure – nobody that has come back.

In the Dwarf language, since then, "mortal peril" is said "Harlynn"'. "Guava"'' too, but nobody knows why.