I kinda wanna talk about the origin of my funny Dwarves in my funny DnD setting. (I promise I WILL draw them, y'all)
Before anything, before time even existed, there was a pure nothing. And within this pure nothing, there were monsters, eldritch beings made of that nothing.
After infinite nothings had passed, the beings known as the gods came from their homes in the outer planes, and they slew the eldritch beings. From their bodies, the gods created space and time and all that is to be.
The gods did not come out unscathed, however. Some of the gods had died, now long lost to time. One amongst them was a rather Dwarfly god. They had taken on five of the monsters of nothing, killing four of them before being fatally wounded by the fifth. Their bodies would eventually become The Worldspine, a massive mountain range that spits the north and south of Faldur.
As corpses are want to do, the god's corpse attracted decomposers such as grubs. These grubs, upon eating the god's flesh, began to take on some of their traits. Growing more humanoid in shape, developing hairy beards, and becoming much larger. These grubs also took on some of the god's personality as well, such as a love of stone, gold, and precious gems. They were the first of the Dwarves.
Once the god was now nothing more than bones, and had truly become one with The Worldspine, the Dwarves spread throughout all of Faldur. Northward through the rainforests, to the steppe and tundra, and past the Borlin mountains to the place now known to many as Durin's Dale. The dwarves also went southward to the badlands, to the desert, to the southern planes, and finally to the southern tip of Faldur. Wherever they traveled, they settled great Dwarfhomes. Great fortress cities as testaments to their craftdwarship, resiliency, and all around fortitude.
And the rest, my friends, is a story for another time.