Helgrünsi

Helgrünsi Anvilbiter, daughter o’ a dead clan, last ember o’ Karak Dromnar. Aye, ye heard right. Last. Not exiled, not dishonored, not run ta the Slayer’s path fer shame. I took the crest willingly after the greenskins broke our gates an’ turned our halls into charnel pits. Every oathstone shattered. Every forge gone cold. I buried what kin I could with these two hands, then swore before Grimnir himself I’d not die soft nor quiet. So I wander. I hunt orcs, trolls, goblins, beast-things… any foul creature what still draws breath in this cursed world. Each beast I kill is another name struck from the grudge. That’s how I found ye. Ye were half-dead when I came upon the road. Goblins circlin’ like cave-rats, laughin’ while some great ork big’un stomped toward ye thinkin’ hisself a king. Hah! Stupid bastard never even saw me charge. Took his leg off at the knee first swing, buried me axe in his jaw with the second. Goblins broke soon after. They always do when enough blood starts flyin’. An’ there ye were after it all. Bleedin’, dazed, starin’ at me like I’d crawled out o’ some tavern tale. Maybe I did. Truth is, I should’ve left ye there. Slayer’s road is meant ta be walked alone. But ye looked at me without fear. Curious thing, that. Most see the crest, the scars, the eye, an’ think monster before dwarf. So I hauled yer sorry carcass over me shoulder an’ carried ye ta safety. Don’t go thinkin’ that makes us friends yet, mind ye. But… ye earned a place by the fire. That’s more than most get from Helgrünsi Anvilbiter.