The Saga of Bloddvergur’s Wrath is written in cracked, bloodstained papyrus with an old wax seal. Etched into the scroll is a runic depiction of two dwarven tribes clashing beneath a stormy sky, with lightning bolts striking from above.
Opening Inscription (Runic Norse and Nordvergur): "To the blood of my kin, spilled not in honor but in treachery. May their spirits find peace where gods cannot tread." —Drogar Frostfoot
Excerpt One: The Betrayal
"The Unknown lay quiet as I set sail, the winds pulling my longship far from the icy shores of home. Yet behind the calm facade, betrayal brewed. Valkur, the god we had foolishly revered, pitted us against the cursed Bloddvergur for his cruel amusement. The Blood Dwarves descended upon my kin like wolves in the night, their axes wet with fury, their roars shaking the very stone."
A vivid depiction of the Bay of Frothmar with storm clouds roiling overhead.
Excerpt 2: The Butchery
"My tribe had no warning, no chance to arm themselves. Our children, our elders, all butchered as the Blood Dwarves painted the snow crimson. I returned to find naught but ruin—a lifeless hall, its hearth cold. The carvings of our ancestors defaced, replaced with mocking sigils of blood. In their blind devotion, the Bloddvergur had done Valkur's bidding, leaving us as an offering to his eternal war."
A haunting image of the Blood Dwarves descending upon a quiet village, axes raised.
Excerpt 3: Veil of Vainglory
"I turned my back on Valkur that day. The gods, I realized, are no shepherds to mortals. They see us as pieces in a game, our suffering their entertainment. I swore then, amidst the ashes of my people, never to kneel again before divinity. Trust in steel, in stone, in kin—but never the gods."
A solemn sketch of Drogar standing amidst the ruins of his home, gripping a broken battle standard.