Countless days and nights in this blasted wasteland…

Ah, the life of a wandering dwarf in this unforgiving land! ‘Tis a tale of toil and sweat, but today, it’s one of triumph too. Been taking on jobs, aye, and not just any jobs – the kind that require a firm hand and a sharper blade. The Rusted Edge Virtuoso makes his mark!

First, there was the caravan escort. Simple enough. Guard a few brahmins laden with goods, traveling from Mirehold to Dusthaven. Thought it’d be a quiet walk. But, of course, wastelanders ambushed us near Broken Ridge. With a hearty shout and a whirl of my blade, I sent them packing. The caravan leader, a stout woman named Mira, was more than grateful. She even threw in a couple of extra Glowing Pods for the ‘show’ I put on.

Then, the old ghoul in Sundered Spire. Wanted a rare flower from the depths of the Miasma Marsh. A fool’s errand for most. But not for ol’ Blastbeard! Delved deep into the marsh, my trusty blade lighting the way. Emerged victorious with the flower, and a bit more miasma stench to boot. That ghoul wasn’t stingy with the Pods, I’ll give him that.

All said and done, I’ve gathered a tidy sum of Glowing Pods. Enough to find the finest tavern in the wasteland, kick up my boots, and indulge in some heavy drinking. Aye, tonight, Brogar “Blastbeard” Ironvein will drown his sorrows and memories of the vault till the world goes dark.

For tomorrow? Who knows? But tonight, the ale will flow and the tales of the Rusted Edge Virtuoso will ring out loud and proud!

Cheers to adventures yet to come,

Brogar