Introduction

Murik was born in a small, deep-carved dwarven settlement tucked beneath the roots of an ancient mountain. Unlike the elders who carried long beards as symbols of wisdom and honor, Kael’s smooth face marked him as untested—unfinished in the eyes of his people.

Among dwarves, manhood was not given by age, but earned through deeds.

Kael grew up listening to stories of warriors who had carved their names into stone through battle—slayers of orcs, defenders against human raiders, and explorers who never returned from the dark veins of the earth. His father, once a respected miner, had never fought. That absence lingered like a quiet shame in their household.

Determined not to inherit that silence, Kael made a choice.

On the night of his twentieth winter, he left.

No ceremony. No blessing. Just a simple pack, a worn pickaxe, and a promise to return only when his name meant something.

Warning: not into blood/death/broken bones

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