The Fall of Sir Grant
Sir Grant, a paladin of the Dwarven mountain duchies, was a dwarf of nobility that rivaled the heart of Sir Ilya. Known for felling the Wydean Tyrant beasts, forging an alliance between The Dwarves and orcs, and his ability to wield the Markand blade, he was as strong as he was virtuous.
Yet, as dusk began to fall on the Grand Age, so too did his heart. Arriving too late to his mountain home, he watched in horror as fires consumed all he loved - the result of a raiding band of Nighthumans. As he listened to the screams of his kinsmen, his heart grew cold and hungered for veangance. Within a week, the River Theb ran red with the blood of his enemies. However, it was not without cost. It is said that the blade of Markand fed off the energy of the slain, and torn his soul asunder. Legend has it that he still roams the Dwarven mountains as an undead, his dry bones creaking and rattling with thirst for blood. The blade of Markand for the taking to those brave enough to fight him.