He needed exercise..his tired legs, bad knees, and slightly stooped back felt good today. The axe was sharp but the trip was short. He became surrounded by bandits because tactical position was broken. Foolish? Perhaps, but that is neither here nor there now.
The aged dwarf Dorax Windsmith finally gave in completely to the Soul Mother and now his soul prays from beyond this plane for Vorax to escort him into the Halls so that his deeds may be remembered. A Blood War Veteran and friend to so many who have gone before him. Certainly not the brightest, but a good dwarf none-the-less. Rest in peace.
