Khargrun Skullclaw

Not all dwarves find honor in death; some, like Khargrun, bear the shame of surviving when their kin fell. After seeing his unit annihilated in the western tunnels, he faced no trial, only the cold contempt that freezes the soul. That very night, Khargrun became "Skullclaw." For each fallen comrade, an iron nail hammered into his own skull—a visible and perpetual penance. He asked for no forgiveness; instead, he sought an end among the Fists of Karn. Among the fanatics of Karn-Vâruk, Khargrun is not just another convert shouting the prophet's name. He is a silent storm. He marches in the vanguard, and his fury, fueled by a relentless guilt, sets a brutal rhythm that other Fists, even in their zeal, find themselves compelled to follow. Seven nails crown his head. Seven souls he does not forget. Khargrun Skullclaw still breathes, and every strike of his axe is an echo of the iron in his soul.