Thundim, the God of the Stone

Thundim is the co-creator of the Dwarven race and the patron god of those situated in Shiras. He is described as a moving statue of a Dwarf, crackling with lighting around him. He wields a hammer made of pure lightning, and whenever he strikes it a lightning bolt appears.

Worship
Thundim is worshipped by a special cult of Dwarven masons, known as the Thunder Masons. These revered Dwarves spend all their lives underground, shaping the rock of the Dwarf King's realm in honour of him and their god. When they slam their exalted hammers, blessed by Thundim himself, the sound of thunder is heard throughout the halls, giving the order its name. When a Thunder Mason has reached a critical point of devotion and worship, he ascends, either becoming an astral servant of Thundim himself, or, most sought by all, into a stone statue with divine detail. These statues are all places in the Hall of Thunder, where the ascended can gather their great knowledge in unison and advise the living, moving Dwarves.

Heroes
Is is said that his first Hero is Thorken Bay, king of the Dwarves. A broad, tall (for a Dwarf), muslucar figure clad in chainmail made out of what one could mistake for lightning made metal. He wields a large stone axe, carved with runes and inscriptrions and said to command the respect of all Dwarves to the wielder. It is he who ordered the use of gunpowder to defend his kingdom after a long, bloody war with Warlord Korkprop of the Ogres; a war that only ended when Korkprop was usurped and killed by his nephew Trastub, who yearned for Calmar rather than Shiras as his.

The second Hero of Thundim is Nielis Michael, the protector and sheriff of Dorfton. This Dwarf is the epitome of Dwarven values: A strong, stout and proud artisan of his skill. This manly man man Dwarf man spends his days wandering about the streets of Dorfton, helping a little there and chatting a little there. A prophecy has been told, that so long as Nielis Michael is around, no injustice shall occur. Whether this was true, or even actually spoken, is unknown, but it has been the case for as long as everybody remembers.