Thorgar Whisperbeard hd gaind a reputation as a worthy explorer many decades ago, as he lingered in sealed halls and abandoned shafts, studying burial chambers older than any clan’s recorded memory.

Years ago, in a distant and long-forgotten tomb far from any dwarven hold he opened a chamber untouched for centuries. and when he stepped within, a cold weight seized his chest, and for a moment he felt the unmistakable certainty of death closing its grip around him, as pale, silent swoarm of moths swirled around him, clinging to his beard and cloak, dusting him in powder like grave ash, and remained nesting in his beard ever since. Stirring, when near ancient places, gathering near old bones, whispering inside sealed chambers.

Now, he ventures towards a brand new expeditions, where new secrets wait to be uncovered, and ancient stones remain unturned.