Beautiful!!

Though this sounds convoluted, there are some who have mastered these deals. They know the place of a particular dwarf, his preference in food, and the season and time of day when he will be most amenable to trade.

If accepted, it might mean they are willing to trade, or they are just hungry. Then, you must place what you are willing to trade and retreat out of sight. When you return, you must hope they have left something for you.

Better late than never

So this is where you have been hiding!

Now you can be a god. Guide your chosen one to glory in these cursed lands. Who among you can raise the ultimate champion who will claim everything in your name? Rise from your slumber; great deeds await!

But now, a new people have arrived from lands unknown, following the trails of their wandering god. Their offerings have awoken the forsaken gods. Hungry for sacrifices in their own names, they enter dreams, offering blessings for worship.

There is no respite for mankind, no peace nor solace. It is as if the cursed land itself tries to shed the remaining mortals clinging to it. The mocking moon, sole witness to man’s plight, whose only dream is to see the rays of the next day.

Now the troll-kin venture farther from the forests, dwarfs look out from many a crevasse, ghouls and other horrors stalk the ruined land, and the dead stir in their graves as dread spirits take a corporeal form in this cursed existence.