In the earliest days the Ancestors left the Southlands and the safety of Karak Zorn, forging a path of colonization that drew your peoples ever northwards. A time of colonization and great woe, for monsters of all size and shape stalked the lands, yet the Dawi prevailed; girded by Valaya's protection, armed with Grungni's craft and led by Valiant Grimnir's strategy your people carved their way along the great seams of gems and ore of the World's Edge; camps becoming homes, then fortresses, then finally the mighty Karaks. Izril, Azul, Eight Peaks, and many more minor Holds sprung up as your people made their way ever northwards. A people, a kingdom united in values and blood, from the Rubybeards, Copperlockes, Durazklad and Norgrimlings, great lineages would see themselves born in the fires of this great trek and tempered in its growth. Among this burgeoning kingdom and her many families, your line especially is held in great esteem, for you are the blood of Thungni, son of Grungni, the second Dwarf to ever learn the secret of the runes, who along with His Father spread them amongst your people to offer protection and destruction in equal measure. You are one of the lucky few who has the ability and privilege to partake in this sacred art, to live and die by its code as your master taught you and as you have taught your own apprentices.

You are Snorri Klausson, a Runelord of the Karaz Ankor, descended from the line of Thungni and through him, Grungni, blessed by your

[ ]Relation: direct connection.
You can trace your lineage back from firstborn son to firstborn son. Named after Snorri, son of Grungni, brother of your great-great-grandfather, Thungni. (Gain: Direct bloodline descent from the Ancestor God of Runes. Heavy is the mountain of expectation, but great is the wealth within.)

[ ]Relation: close relation.
You trace your line from a daughter of Thungni, twice removed from the main line, the talent appearing was unexpected but not too odd. (Gain: A hill to a mountain is still quite a lot of earth though its bounty is meagre in comparison)

[X]Relation: distant bond.
You are, by the barest of definitions, a member of the clan of Thungni. Though dwarfs don't believe in the dilution of blood in such a sensem none expected you to do as well as you have. Especially compared to those of more direct descent. (Gain: A flat foundation, ripe for building something worthy of legend, but you'll have to haggle and bargain for the material.)

to the first two dwarfs to unlock the secrets of the runes.

But blood could only take you so far, ability must carry equal if not greater weight, especially so for you. Blood gave you the chance, but it does not make you a Runelord, blood does not bring the attention of a master. Especially not when your master is often your aunt or uncle, not when your master likely saw you dawdle as a babe in the security of the clan's home for years on end, then bumble as a beardling for even longer. No, your master

[ ]Master: Angkra Twenty Loops.
A Runelord of immense skill and mighty focus, a member of the Burudin, a daughter of Thungni. As an apprentice, the rune of protection she presented as her apprentice piece was so well crafted that her master supposedly called it acceptable(a true feat of skill as any dwarf will tell you.), as a journeyman she single-handedly created the Panoply of Gotrek. A masterwork set of armour so well made that Thane Gotrek Sharpeyes, a dwarf of such riches and exacting eye that even a Master Runesmith would find difficulty satisfying him, swore an oath to offer equal recompense lest he shame himself and his ancestors. An oath he, to this day, does not consider fulfilled. Upon attaining the rank of Master it took only a scant 5 decades for her to claim the venerable rank of Runelord. Under her, you were taught endurance and precision above all else. To the outside world, she was stoic and obstinate as the mountains themselves, in private you remember her kind smile and delicious stonebread. It was a reminder every day of the world's cruelty, that a woman so generous, had suffered so much. (Specialization: Armor and Talisman Runes, exacting precision and stonebread cookies.)

[ ]Master: Gottri Hammerspite.
As a beardling, Master Hammerspite broke his first hammer upon his master's anvil, an act that would define him. In the days since then, his hammering arm has gotten stronger far faster than his skill at making them. Which says much, considering kings pay fortunes for the things and Smednir himself once sniffed in approval at the sight of one. It was whispered amongst your fellow Apprentices that master Gottri's blows were so mightily furious that he broke a hammer for every twenty runes he made. Of course, that was a lie, you learned later from the Dwarf himself that it was actually every 17 runes. Shows what you know. So commonly did he break his hammers that Master Gottri became incredibly adept at making ever stronger hammers and ever more aware of the flaws he found in yours. You heard tales that Master Gottri himself took the field as a part of Grimnir's Throng, his bellowing call and thunderous blows rallying many a dwarf and smiting many a foe. Under him, your eye became keener than the truest axe edge, your metalworking the equal of any master blacksmith and your hammers second only to the Hammerspite himself. You equally remember running in fear as he began chortling in manic glee, the telltale sign that either the hammer he was using was bound to explode in a shower of magic and metal or the rune he was making would blind you for a week. (Specialization: Weapon and Banner Runes, hammers, blacksmithing.)

[X]Master: Yorri.
Master Yorri was odd, so odd in fact, that in comparison you were downright conservative. He bore no title, forsook all but his connection to the clan and was a recluse who rarely appeared for even the greatest of feasts. The fact that he took you on as an apprentice was considered an omen of things Great, or Terrible (you never knew with Master Yorri.) His reclusiveness extended to your instruction. Even now, when exchanging tales with your fellow masters from your days as apprentices do you even begin to uncover the oddities and differences in your instruction. But none could gainsay his results, for you were a Runelord and all must admit Yorri's beard was one of the longest they've ever seen. Still, there are parts that confuse you even now; you think you know why you had to cake that troll gut in the dough before frying it in oil then repeating the process seven times, but you still don't know why you had to raise a herd of goats. (Specialization: Esoteric/Exotic Runes, odd teachings, weird lessons and the taste for batter-fried troll gut.)

saw in you the spark of ability bright enough to be deemed worth their time cultivating, which considering they could have spent that time making runes of such awesome might and power as to be worth a king's whole treasury, was rather valuable.

You would prove them correct, a journeyman in 20 years, a master in 60 and the vaunted rank of Runelord in only a short 180 years? The Longbeards would tell you that it was far too fast for any dwarf to achieve, but it only took one tale of your deeds to make them grumble a tad bit quieter.

[ ]Deed: The Dazzling Doom of Kolstalarak the Vault Burner.
You joined a troupe of brave Dawi in their bid to slay cruel Kolstalarak the Vault Burner, a horrid drake who had rent a minor hold low and taken residence in the ruins of his rampage, holding the surviving dwarfs hostage as a meal for later. Through your runes, the dwarfs that day survived the great beast's scorching flame and sliced through his dread scales as if they were the shoddiest of apprentice work. For hours did that brave group hold the dragon's attention as you slowly clambered your way to the top of the beams that supported the great vaulted chamber it had made its lair in, then with a bellow worthy of Grimnir dropped from those lofty heights, Az in hand, and sundered the wyrm's head from its neck in a single strike. Your valour so inspired those brave Dawi, and the treasure you secured them so great (after returning what could be returned to those relatives that yet lived of course) that you earned their loyalty for that day forevermore and in return you girded them in the very remains of the beast the lot of you slew. This band of doughy warriors has served you with aplomb for decades, all of them you would gladly die for just as gladly as they would for you. (Gain: the allegiance of The Drakeslayers: unit of 80 heavily armoured Dwarf dragonslayers. Unbreakable, Unshakeable Loyalty, Rune Armor made from Gromril and Dragon parts.)

[ ]Deed: The Laborious Defense at the Peak Pass
You were part of an enterprising group of dwarfs who were setting up a large defensive rune array near the future Karak Kadrin. Your group specifically was tasked with examining and erecting defences around a large stone obelisk that Lord Grungni demanded to remain where you had found it. As you set about your assigned task of engraving various runes of protection around the growing curtain wall, the older smiths poked and prodded at the obelisk curiously, when suddenly the ghastly howl of demons was heard in the distance. A great horde of Slaaneshi hunters had broken the defensive perimeter, slaughtering the rangers and warriors that were meant to forewarn of an impending attack. To all of your horror, this happened right as many of the older runesmiths were well into the ritual taught to them by Lord Thungni, and they could not stop lest they and everyone in the camp were destroyed by the obelisk's violent explosion. With a grim determination about you, you taunted the demons heading towards your position, challenging them all to combat. Your bellowing voice and rage-inducing heckles drew a large enough horde to your position, relieving the defence around the obelisk itself. When the battle ended the survivors found you standing surrounded by hundreds of pulped bodies. Your armour dented, your hammer caked in gore, and your prospective masterwork, The Master Rune of Unyielding, etched on the banner blowing defiantly in the wind. Your work on the rune was enough to get the elder smiths to snort with approval in your general direction, and you found a few chances to get a peak and looksie at their work when they weren't looking *wink*
(Gain: The Master Rune of Unyielding: + Regeneration + Tireless + Steelskin, and progress to certain runes pertaining to magic and anti daemon runes.)

[X]Deed: The Gracious Gift of Ghastly Proportions.
In an act of foolishness that many, you included, would consider fit for a Beardling. You swore, well into your 40th tankard of ale, that you could create enough toys to gift every child in the Karak twice over before your oldest friend/ pain in the arse Korri Redmane could get one of his shoddy Masterwork axes out of that hovel he calls a workshop. When you woke the next day, head pounding and stomach grumbling, that oath stood out to you like an un-hammered nail in your mind. Though you swore it piss blind drunk and half out of spite, your conscience, your pride as a dwarf demanded you make good on your oath. In a feat that many of the members of the hold's craftsdwarfs speak of in awe to this very day, you created thousands of masterwork toys in the two months it took that Skrat eater Korri to make his masterwork axe. No sight was sweeter than the dumbfounded look on that tosser's face when you walked up to his clan's home and offered two sacks full of toys for the younglings to play with. Definitely not the look of wonderment and joy upon those young faces, innocent of the world's dangers, no sir. (Gain: Legendary deed: Gift Giver, DC reduction for requests and unique opportunities from Hold.)

AN: Hello it's me, I have made a dwarf quest my very first quest ever. A lot of it is inspired by several of the more prominent fantasy quests on both SB and SV, and the season of corporate greed and materialism we call Christmas/Holidays. Both Divided Loyalties and Drunken Dynasty especially, one for its meteoric growth and world building and the other for its stint as one of the older quests here. So you'll be playing as yer stout old boi Snorri as he trundles in the earliest days of the greatest empire in the Old World. A lot of the quest canon I've made to solidify the mechanics of runelore and the fluff to back it is drawn from a bunch of sources, some I've likely forgotten but I've sorta prodded both Boney and Torroar for minor input more recently. Anywho pls no posting for like a bit.