Legends of Moonsong City
Durtin settled in the Black Lady fortress, where he worked tirelessly to rebuild the great dwarven city and take back it’s depths from the orc and elemental inhabitants that had taken up residence in the last 200 years. Over the years he was successful, albeit with some minor setbacks. Eventually his commanders learned not to let the great dwarven cleric parlay with their enemies and they worked to keep him towards the front of the battle as opposed to helping to guide the troops or negotiate settlements. Truth be told, this suited the old dwarf in his later years. He never tired of the thrill of battle and dwarven soldiers enthusiastically fought by his side. Thousands of orcs died deep in the dark and when the dwarven legions successfully fought all the way back to the North Gate of IronHold, it was the great chief Durtin who first laid eyes on the lands beyond. Covered in orc blood and ichor, his was the great cry of freedom and joy that reverberated down the underground road back to the Black Lady and beyond.
As the years passed, Durtin’s age made it difficult to continue to foray into the northern lands and protect his people. Eventually he was content to sit and listen to the younger dwarves tales of heroism by a warm forge fire and hand out blessings and advice; one more welcome than the other.