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An Epic Tale of Honour and Action Mike Rossi has crafted a brilliant and fantastic fantasy novel with "Honor's Price." The book follows the Free Dwarves, a people dispossessed of their home, on a perilous quest to reclaim their ancestral lands. The protagonist, Dinnidek, is a compelling leader, but the real strength is in the entire clan. The dynamic—the loyalty, the bickering, the shared sense of purpose—feels real and grounds the story. What truly sets this book apart is it

The Great Hold of Ganekhaz, The High Halls of Clan Herewydd The air in Chief Brokk "Gilded-Horn" Herewydd's hall was thick with the smoke of Steinor goat-fat candles and the tension of unspoken dissent. Thurgrom Stonefist stood at rigid attention, his gaze fixed on the malachite gemstone that served as his chief's left eye. Borin Rock-Heel stood a pace behind him, his arms crossed, his weight shifted in a way Thurgrom recognised as pure, stubborn disapproval. "The order stand

The noise of the battle was a dull, rhythmic butchery. In the confines of Ironhead Pass, the Imperial Dwarf legion had formed a wall of shields, and against it, a green tide of Orcs broke and reformed. From a ridge a half mile back, Commander Thurgrom Stonefist watched the slaughter through the thick viewport of the Mountain Breaker. The Behemoth’s four-legged stride had been pounding and earth-shaking on the climb, but now it stood silent, its engines idling with a hot, oi

The Ruins of Dolgarth, The Great Ice Gate For centuries, Dolgarth had been a tomb, encased in the magical ice of a defeated god. Now, it was a ruin, haunted by the fresh ghosts of Mortibris’s undead legions and the ancient, cold spirits of Winter. The air reeked of pulverised stone, grave-dust, and the sharp tang of necromancy. Prince Rordin, High Guardian of the West, stood atop a mound of shattered skeletal remains, wiping soot from his cheerful face. "Blast again, lads!" h

The Great Grass Sea, Eastern Estecarr Por urged Kerrier forward, the Aralez’s paws kicking up clods of damp earth. The shaggy hound-mount whined, its head low, sniffing a trail that was all too easy to follow. It had been three days since the attack on the Wagonburg. Three days since the Muster Sergeant, Mansey, had led the charge and the Aeronauts had scattered the Red Goblin raiders. Now, Muster Captain Tolgus Vean wanted the threat ended. He had dispatched Por’s troop of W

The Sooty Flagon was loud, hot, and thick with the smell of roasted goat-fat and spilled ale. It was the preferred drinking hole for the off-duty crews of the Ganekhaz engineering halls, and in a dark corner booth, Commander Thurgrom Stonefist and Warsmith Borin Rock-Heel were doing their best to lower the hold's reserves. The Mountain Breaker was in the main hall, its ancient green-lacquered hull finally getting a new set of pistons. For the first time in months, its crew wa

The Time of Ice, The Gates of Dolgarth The cold was not natural. It was a hateful, living thing that crept into iron, choked engines, and froze the very courage in a Dwarf’s heart. Before the great gates of Dolgarth, the Mountain Breaker stood alone. It was an avatar of defiance, its 40-ton chassis a stark silhouette against the unnatural, shimmering twilight of Winter’s endless storm. The Behemoth was new then, a masterpiece of the Warsmiths of Clan Herewydd. Its armoured pl

Dwarf Hold of Ganekhaz in the cavernous hall of the Warsmiths of Clan Herewydd The roar of the foundries was nothing compared to the Warsmiths Hall of Ganekhaz. It was a symphony of mechanical violence—the grinding of gears the size of shields, the hammering of pistons, and the acrid, throat-stinging reek of refined black-blood oil. Thurgrom Stonefist, his beard barely reaching his chest in those days, stood at the edge of the cavernous hangar, his kit bag heavy on his should

Clan Herewydd: The Golden Rams of Abercarr Overview Clan Herewydd is a proud, albeit minor, Imperial Dwarf clan residing within the great hold of Ganekhaz in the lands of Abercarr. Staunch traditionalists and loyal subjects of King Golloch, they are known for their resilience, their mastery of highland warfare, and their distinctive heraldry: a Golden Ram's head set against a field of deep forest green. While they may not boast the overflowing treasuries of the great clans of

The Steel Behemoth "Tyrryrr Myndd" (Mountain Breaker) of Clan Herewydd I recently had the pleasure of interviewing Mr Ronnie Renton of Mantic Games on my Podcast, Tales from the Warriors Hall: https://open.spotify.com/episode/2KwgbZ6kQApnxRneoSAJLL?si=_BtYyyzUTS-ZpWYwBzecEw, and during the interview, he expressed a desire to read stories about a Dwarf Steel Behemoth crew that follows the crew through a series of campaigns. Whilst editing the episode that got me to thinking, d