Description
The land without root, where no life dares grow. Here, the Dwarfs of Grumdur-Khaz have traded earth for fire, stone for iron, and their hearts for the rhythm of the forge. Their citadels burrow deep into the mountains, magma coursing through their veins like blood. The forges of Thuldarim glow day and night beneath the rule of Forge-King Morgran Emberthane, whose molten bloodline burns hotter than his crown. To these dwarves, nature is weakness; creation through fire is their only truth. Yet the Heartforge lies silent now. Its flames refuse to rise, and beneath the king’s throne, runes no dwarf dares read shimmer in the dark. In Molgrin’s Deep, echoes whisper numbers that count toward an unnamed day. In Krakdhûm Hold, a blade has been found—not forged, but grown. Their god is the volcano, Mount Varrak-Duun—the Crimson Eye. But even gods can crack.