You, Whom I Have Always Hated: Dwarves and the Divine
I wrote recently that dwarves are atheistic, scientific, and opposed to the idea of magic. Why? They live in a world of magic. Even if the principles of science oppose those of magic and the gods, to doubt them would itself be unscientific, as they can be observed.
No, dwarves know it exists.
Dwarves originated from magic. In the times when ice covered the earth, the first intelligent, manlike creatures emerged, the giantfolk. From the giants came the gods, formed somehow in the layers of the impenetrable glaciers. From the gods came man, crafted from the wood of the first tree. From the bodies of giants came the land, the oceans, the sky. From their blood came dwarves, the maggots that came to feast upon the corpse the gods had left.
The dwarves know that they have purpose.
This, above all things, the dwarves know:
No hereafter awaits them. They are granted no divine favor. Never loved by the gods, for who can love a maggot? Their suffering, their servitude, their loyalty unrewarded, while they knew that a dwarf’s only rest was oblivion, their only honor in the memory and records of their fellows. As the millennia wore on, as dwarves were born, lived, and died, always honoring their duties, it ceased to be enough. This existence is all they had ever had, all they could expect, all they may ever know until the universe itself dies. And they refused to accept it.
The dwarves, and through them all living things, shall be free.
And so it is that science is not merely the dwarves’ belief system, it is their weapon. It is a means of existence, of bettering their lives, without the gods. It is through knowledge, empiricism, patience, determination, invention, and unification of purpose that dwarves will lift themselves up above mortality and suffering.
This, you see, is why the dwarves have no use for gods and magic.
So apparently viking metal, pirate metal and Japanese schoolgirl metal were not enough. We have now been blessed with dwarf metal.