A Fragment from the Second Chronicle of Liftrasa Torevir

And Clangeddin, god of war and valor, beheld the sword of Rana, once king, now fallen. The blade, forged in the fires of dwarven mastery, lay tainted by the shame of its bearer, and yet its steel held the memory of brighter days.

Then Clangeddin spake, his voice like thunder over stone: "Rana, whose pride wrought ruin, thou art not yet forsaken. A spark of thy soul shall bind to this blade, that it may serve as a vessel of thy redemption."

With a clash of divine power, the god touched the greatsword, and a sliver of Rana’s spirit was sundered and bound within. And Clangeddin spake once more: "Through battle shall this blade find honor or oblivion. Its flame shall burn as thy shame burned the halls that once were thine."

Thus did Clangeddin show forth his unyielding wisdom, that even the disgraced might find their path to honor through service. In him is the steadfast heart of the dwarves, and his works endure as monuments to their valor and their glory.