Digging deeply into the earth, we carve out a place where no evil may reach us. Secured in our citadel far below the surface, we forge to honor the Gods. The sound of our hammers ringing through the halls of our home as we craft new wonders. Working stone and metal, we forge a paradise where our children never know strife nor fear. The sound of pickaxes carving out a place shielded from the chaos of the lands above. A place strong enough to keep all within safe from the hardships of the wastelands. A citadel where our children can grow up safe from the darkness. Working stone and metal, we forge a paradise where our children never know strife nor fear. Doors forged from the hardest of metals bar entry to corrupted. Behind these mighty doors, no evil may tread to threaten the peace within. Their might protecting that which is most precious to us. Working stone and metal, we forge a paradise where our children never know strife nor fear. Guided to this stone by the Gods, we are safe to raise our children. The evil and corruption can not reach us here, protected by this stone. We revere the Gods for leading us here and securing our future.
