Tomb of Gomrund/Inscription On Sarcophagus

Father of all True-Blooded Dwarves And the Fire in E’ery Warrior’s Heart Arranged Here are Replicas of Gomrund’s Fury His Tools, legends.

First he cut the cat-beast Mefheryn, Who crept between Northern crags, feasting on children. Next he’d hewn and burned the Grove of the Wosmiri, Oil-slick Druids with hearts of black corruption, Who fed on the minds of our Southern Kin.

As the Blight poured from the East, And the Mad Lord’s puppets washed the land, Gomrund battered the walls of Dûr-Kelek And crushed the Wailing Death with the rubble.

For these tasks we honor Him. For saving our Home For saving our Kin For saving our World Sealed here is his armor, That protected him from Blight. May it serve the world again At the precipice of calamity.