Barely a sunrise since the world turned on its head…

By the fiery forges of my ancestors! The vault, my home, the only world I’ve ever known, has cast me out! Those bloody overseers said I’m a “danger” to the community. As if turning into this ghastly form was a choice I made. They fear I might go feral. Bah!

The blastin’ miasma! It took my hair, my beard – the very essence of a dwarf! And now, it’s taken my home. The lads didn’t even get a chance to bid farewell. Only old Thrain slipped me a flask of the finest brew as I left, whispering, “For the road, Blastbeard.”

This wasteland’s vast and daunting. I can feel the weight of my solitude. Yet, somewhere deep inside, the ember of the Rusted Edge Virtuoso burns. The stories, the legends, they’ll see me through.

For now, I tread onwards, one foot before the other, hoping to find a new place to call home.

Brogar