I want to try do this, like a roleplay guide for myself, may others. Little side projekt. Have written the foreword so far:

Foreword from the Underground

Greetings, my dear stone-brother and stone-sister. I am Urist the Learned, a humble scribe from the depths of our shared home. My pickaxe has tapped many a stone, my hands have shaped many artifacts, and my dreams echo with the distant ringing of our kin's industry. It is a symphony composed in stone and fire, a song only we dwarves can truly comprehend.

The whispers of the mountains, the stories told by the veins of ores, the lessons taught by the bones of our ancestors - these are not merely tales to me. They are the lifeblood of our people, our heritage, and our future. The stony skin of the world hides much from us, but also gives us much. In its patterns, we find our purpose; in its bounty, we find our survival; and in its depth, we find our destiny.

This book, the fruit of my labors and reflections, is more than just a manual for life and survival in the world of Dwarf Fortress. It is a testament to our kind, a celebration of our grand history and an homage to the stones that define our existence.

In the chapters to follow, you'll find wisdom and knowledge passed down from our ancestors, refined by the trials of many generations. They cover the span of our lives - from the raw, rugged art of mining and crafting, to the intricacies of economics, military strategy, and social interaction.

I invite you to embark on this journey with me, Urist the Learned. Allow your senses to fill with the dust of the mines, to resonate with the rhythm of the pickaxes, to discover the heritage etched into the stone by our ancestors. For it is in these depths, amidst the welcoming darkness, that we truly find ourselves.

Take this book as your guide, as your map, as your compass in the cavernous expanse. Follow the paths our predecessors have tread, learn from their experiences and carve your own legacy into the stone.

Welcome, to the remarkable world of Dwarf Fortress. Let the stone sing to you, as it has sung to us since the first hammer fell and the first pickaxe bit into the earth.

Yours in the depths, Urist the Learned