Dark Dwarves
~Perverted Experimentation on Dwarves~

The Dark Dwarves were created by the sinister whim of Lady Typhoid, the Goddess of Disease. The goddess looked upon the lands of Destiny, eyeing the hard-working dwarves, admiring them for their skills and dedication. She began to think of the possibilities that would open to her if she were to have such a people under her, worshiping her. She knew that the average dwarf is not one to do the bidding of an evil goddess, so she came upon Destiny in a rage, laying waste to a small dwarven village and making slaves of the survivors. She tortured the dwarves, pushing them to their limits as she attempted to break their spirits. She had the dwarves construct a dark temple so that her worshipers would come and pay homage to her. The temple was raised but it was not the thing of beauty that Lady Typhoid desired. The dwarven slaves just did not have their hearts in it when they built the temple.

Disgusted and totally vexed with her slaves, she had them locked away underground and guarded as she pondered ways to have the dwarves fully under her control and without their feisty, stubborn spirits. After a time, the idea had come to her, a most delicious idea that brought delight to her wicked mind. Returning to Destiny at once, she had her half ogre elites dig her a hole outside the temple. The hole was about 10 feet deep and the darkgoddess stood over the hole with her arms stretched to the heavens, cackling wildly as she brought forth her dark power. A black, foul-smelling ooze began to bubble from the bottom of the hole and began to rise until it finally almost overflowed. Whatever the contents of that ooze, no one can say except LadyTyphoid.

Turning to her elites, she had them go to the imprisoned dwarves and herd them up to her. The dwarves were roughly placed before her. Smiling, she gave the signal and one of her guards grabbed a dwarf and tossed him inside the hole. The dwarf became frantic as he began to sink. He tried to get out but tentacles of ooze wrapped around the dwarf and took him down, the fluid steaming and hissing. Moments later, the dwarf emerged, looking the same but altered as well. His eyes were now white and pupiless, his flesh a dark gray color. His face held the look of fierce hatred as he gazed upon the other dwarves. Lady Typhoid began to clap and cackle at her creation and, with a signal from her, the rest of the dwarves were shoved and beaten into the pit of ooze. They all emerged within minutes, bowing and paying respects to their mother. They still had the knowledge of their former beings, but now their minds were corrupted, infected with hatred. A new race of dwarf was born.


Racial Abilities and Restrictions


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