Virfir

He scryed the flesh dwarves and tried to destroy them. It didn’t work. The Storm King killed him.

The Tragedy of Virfir
Let me tell you a story...

Once upon a time, there was an Überdwuergar named Virfir. With his scrying diamond he beheld the heresy, the treachery, and the patricide of the flesh dwarves as they sacrificed their Father to the Storm Lord. He was wroth.

When we think of wrath, we think of mere anger, but the wrath of an Überdwuergar is so much more. As a god is more intelligent and able to conceive of things beyond our comprehension, so to are gods able to feel transcendent emotions. Vali’s wrath was not merely anger, or disappointment, or a conglomeration of these mortal emotions. Virfir’s wrath was a Force of Change: a Force of Justice and repair.

He poured his wrath into a new blade: Ma-Shota the Cleaver. It was an ugly weapon with an ugly purpose.

He smithed a new contingent of Noble dwarves of Siccatite. Half of them had the cold wrath of vengeance, the other half had the burning wrath of hatred.

He and each of the Noble dwarves fashioned a legion of dwarves studded with rose quartz full of fire.

Virfir led his siccatite nobles and his quartz-studded legions to the surface. His divination led them straight to the flesh dwarves. He stood on a high hill raised by his magic, his legions poised encircling the flesh dwarves and he spoke:

“Thou hast done wrong by thyself and by thy father! Thou hast committed a sin most greivous! Thou shalt face justice now.”

With that, he was prepared to annihilate them.

Then rain came, and with it thunder.

The Storm Lord had come.

Few dwarves speak of the ruin of Virfir and his legions.

Rumors persist that some few Siccatite nobles remained, fleeing into the wilderness. More rumors remain of Ma-Shota the Cleaver, the mythical blade of vengeance which is said to lie at the bottom of the seas.

There are many rose-quartz dwarves that remain in the dwarvish outlands. They are still full of impotent wrath and vengeance.