For many generations a race of jolly dwarfs lived up high on the red mountains of Magnor(or other name),living a happy life of feasting, drinking, singing, and forging weapons and armour in the volcanic vents that run under their keep.
after the Splintering, Dragons lead by Selenia Sky attacked the dwarfs keep killing off most of the dwarfs before moving on to their next exploits. The few dwarfs that remained lived in secret under the keep, but the damage had been done the vents cooled and after time, the skill and craftsmanship of the dwarfs faded until the art was all but losted. the few dwarfs that remained still worshiped the fire that they felt still burning deep in there hearts. All but one, whose heart like the mountain on which he lived had grown cold, and lonely.
one day well gathering food, the dwarf saw a peaceful looking giant sitting on a huge rock cooling his feet in the river. the dwarf found this very interesting, being he had only heard of giants, and could not believe the sheer size of him. intrigued he moved closer to get a better look. in his excitement our dwarf friend did not notice that the giant had begun tracking his movement with his huge eyes, he reaches down and scooped up the dwarf in his strong hands bringing the dwarf up to his face
"no, please don't. dont eat me" the dwarf wipperd
"Eat... hahahaha. no i am a peaceful giant" billowed the giant
"but you are not of the fire splinter so we must be enemies"
the giant looks up and down at the dwarf "enemies i have none, and as for my splinter, that I have renounced and have decided to help anyone regardless their splinter"
"regardless their splinter?" this made the dwarf think "could I renounce my splinter, could there be more out there then just this" these questions he was asking himself seemed to bring joy, and excitement to his mind.
him and the giant talked and talked until the day grew old and started to fade to twilight. the dwarf and the giant agreed to meet up the following day.
the dwarf raced back to the caves beneath the old keep to tell the other dwarfs all he had learned that day, but his excitement was quickly diminished as the other dwarfs feared what he had to say, so the mocked and made fun of him. so that night as all the other dwarfs slept, he creeped into the old armory and took the last of legendary dwarven armor and the dead dwarf kings enchanted axe, and before the rest woke that morning he had already slipped out and started making back down the mountain towards the river where he and the giant had meet the day before. but much to his dismay he saw the giant in the middle of a battle with a large Pit Ogre
it was now or never the dwarf thought to himself "do i help my new friend or do i side with my brother of the red splinter the orge"
his mind was made, he took his axe and buried it into the head of the pit orge his crimson blood made the river run red. he rushed to his friend the giant but it was to late. the giants breath was shallow and raspy as his life slowly slipped away. all the joy and excitement he had felt that morning had morphed in to this ache deep in his chest a pain he swore he'd never allow himself to feel again. a anger grew in that space where love, and joy once filled
so on that day his journey begun, and from that day on he was known only as the Grumpy Dwarf. telling only a small chosen group the story behind his misery
card text: from the mountains of Magnor. a journey begins. with the axe of the dead king the Grumpy Dwarf swings
thanks for your time and please forgive my spelling and grammatical errors. 😊
