Our Story
Born in the realm of Off-Center Earth, my older brother and I were heirs of a dwarven lord. However, we grew to an unusually tall height, and were banished to the human city nearby our dwarven hall. There, we easily became renowned by the humans as some of the greatest blacksmiths in all the land, but we still longed for our home. We began to dabble in the magical arts to try to rectify our larger-than-normal stature, but it all went wrong. A portal opened and sucked us into this place, this Oklahoma state. We were lost, and with my brother being 100 years older than me, decided to take on the guise of father and son. We knew there was but one way to make our way in this new world: through the crafting of metal. However, we needed names for our forges, and we needed them fast. Everything in the dwarven world has a name that is carefully considered, but we didn’t have time for such cognitive exercises. Looking around, I saw a magnificent golden dog gracefully jumping over a fence; I said, “look, that dog leaps like a hunted stag.” My brother, also casting his gaze about, saw a large white mound. Pointing it out, we were both struck with a moment of terror, thinking that this world’s rabbits were of a monumental size. However, we soon discerned that it was another canine that-as my brother pointed out- “slept a sleep like death.” Deciding that these would be suitable names for forges- because dogs are such noble creatures- we decided upon Leaping Dog Forge and Sleeping Dog Forge, and thus began the business of making fine household products, knives, and other metal accommodations.