Belga Rockforged

Belga had delved many times deeper and more greedily than she should have. Each time relying on her might to fight her way out of any situation. But now that she stood in the halls of Val-Enderious, she thought perhaps this time she had gone too far. Before her was the precipice between the living and the dead, and a single entity standing between her and the answers she sought. An elder god. One of the beings that created her race of hearty dwarves. You.