It is said that when one life ends another begins. This holds more true for the
dwarves then any other in all of Toril, For when a dwarf dies the all-father; Moradin,
Places the spirit into his giant soul-forge and dings out the blemishes of past life.
Upon completion he breathes upon them to cool and sends them to a fresh home; The
unborn child of a chosen dwarf. This is more then legend or myth but fact as spoken
by the Chanters who learned from the first ones who read the words from ancient
rune-stones etched upon a deep monolith lost to time in the depths of the old
delzoun kingdom where the first dwarves were released into the depths of the young
world.
The dwarf stood, his feet planted into the ground. If his old soul was to be forfeit
then so be it, But he would not let the demons pass to destroy all that he knew and
loved. The battle drums echoed in his ears as he began to stamp his feet and madly
swung his axes in a wild uncontrollable rhythm. He no longer thought of his friends
around him, nor did he think of the home he was defending. All that the dwarf saw was
red...And nothing looked more red then the demons of the abyss. He charged forward
ready to die, knowing that if he failed he would return one day to try again.