After the fall of the Grak’Uruk, many deities sought gain in the spoils that could be stolen from them. Among these, Auril and Tempus of the Star attempted to conquer the orc-kingdom of Tirkkenvale; however, they were beat by the Moradfilki, and were severely humiliated.

To remedy their failure, they convened a great council of all Five in the Second-World, in their fortress of Tir Nael, which they had built to fight the Searing Desolation. Auril suggested a daring plan: since the dwarf-sons were so absorbed by their fighting for the orc-lands, and many were weakened due to their people’s decline, the dwarf-home of Thom Faldur lied unprotected. Tempus, the tempestuous war-god, loudly cheered to this proposal; but the other three, the dark one of which sat not even at the table, were more cautious. “The dwarf-sons, even in this state, are a powerful foe; and, strengthened by their orc-land claims, they could no doubt strike back at us. Are our current riches not enough? Is our only aim not to support our people, rather than wage yet more war?” But the two proceeded nonetheless, and one other made plans of Her own.

The war-host arrayed by the two was of immeasurable glory and power. To cross the stormy seas, Auril summoned the storm, and froze a bridge of sharp spikes on the sides and smooth ice in the center, and the whole was surrounded by raging winds and white snow, and was called the Frost; and the war-host charged upon it. Auril wielded the great hammer of Maurn-Jötnir, of which ice spewed. By his side charged fiery Tempus, clad in his silver armor and wielding Turin-Fang, the blade of blood and fire. The two led Auril’s army, the Fierce Men, who rode the Iskjfär [ice-ship] and Maurnfär [winter-ship] into battle.

Yet, despite all, the two were deceived; for when the ice enveloped the mighty fjors of Thom Faldur, snow piled up on the cliffside, and the war-host came upon the Mithrine Halls, they encountered not a few, but all of the dwarf-gods. The Moradfilki had heard of the plans, and quickly rallied to their homeland, to defend it in the way only a dwarf could. A fierce battle ensued, and once a golden-blade neared Auril’s heart; yet a swing from Turin-Fang, which severed the attacker’s arm and sent him howling, saved Him. But the two were outnumbered, and they had to fight back, until they could retreat no more and were back on the other edge of the stormy seas.

Severely wounded and out of power, they collapsed on the stony ground, and all seemed lost; but Tyr, in Her ever-present goodness, came to them and healed them. They were saved, and the three promptly sought refuge, for the dwarf-sons had come for them to chastise them. They retreated far away into the Second-World, behind their mighty walls; and it seemed that the dwarf-sons would not pursue them further.

And yet, the ever-tricky Waukeen, as thief-like as she was cunning, had devised a sneaky plan: while the two would erect the Frost and charge the front gates, she would sail in the back, and steal away the Panteor’s riches unseen. But the great waves of Auril rocked her boat terribly, and she took longer than she fought; and when she finally sneaked in the back of the Panteor, instead of riches, she found the recovering dwarf-sons! They were angered by the two’s escape, and by her attempted theft; she could not escape, and they captured her and kept her in a golden cage for 6.66 years.

Moradin was enraged by the assault and the theft; and he now saw all the Star as his enemies; for Tempus and Auril had attacked his home and wounded his sons, Tyr had healed them and helped them escape, and Waukeen had attempted to steal from him. Thus, he decided to lay siege to Tir Nael, to properly punish the offenders; and he sent his dwarf-sons to keep watch on the walls day and night, and breach the great gates. But they failed again and again, for Tir Nael is impregnable; and so they relented, and instead built a magic-net around the fortress, limiting the Star’s magic and severing them from their people from all time.