Introduction: Dwarf, great warrior and craftsman, fantasy (70k words so far).I wasn't made for thrones or prophecy. I was made for the forge.My name鈥檚 Doran Thargrimm鈥擣orge Master, Ruin Scribe, and the last bastard alive from my clan. I carve power into steel and bend magic through hammer and flame. And the thing slung across my back? That鈥檚 Skarnvalk鈥攈alf forge-hammer, half axe, all hunger.When I stumbled across a dying world whispering secrets through ruined runes, I should鈥檝e turned back. But the Blightened Path鈥攖he cult trying to twist the ancient forges into monster-making pits鈥攆orced my hand.Now I fight beasts, bandits, and the kind of men who sell souls for power. I don't care about being a hero. I just want to stop the world from turning to ash.But Skarnvalk is waking. And it's hungry for more than blood.Forge. Fight. Survive. Repeat....