FORGED BY THE WRATH OF GODS

It had been a good fight to witness. The Klein wench had fallen. Though he didn't know which one it was, Gimli had zero sympathy for any of Klein blood. He had disowned them and their name for years now and had changed his own name and forged his own path. Though he'd always be related to them by blood, they would never be considered family or kin. They had abandoned him in the past, and they weren't the kind he could ever trust. He had been a loner ever since he left all those years ago, running with small bands or on his own. Raiding and surviving, making a name for himself out there. But even then, his Norweigan companion, Knut, was the only one he'd ever be able to truly trust with his life.

Though it seemed fate would lead him towards a new path. Up into the mountains, the new leader would call. Gimli made his way there, finding others already beginning to gather. Of course, these people didn't have his trust. But that was never something easily given, right? Even he and Knut went through a long spell before they trusted each other the way they did now. The shaggy dwarf watched with curiosity, though for once remained quiet as he waited to hear what the new King had to say.