Memories of Dark Iron

Skardyn... beings of terrible might and shadowed fury. Far stronger than you, mortal, and stronger still than any common band of adventurers. To face them directly would be folly. Their flesh is shielded by scales steeped in foul sorcery, their forms protected by curses woven deep into their essence.

If we are to stand a chance, we'll need to forge a weapon, one imbued with the power to pierce their dark enchantments. But I must confess, mortal... even with all my knowledge, I know not what such a weapon would be. The secrets of their unmaking lie beyond my grasp.

Yet there may be another path. The skardyn were once Dark Iron dwarves, twisted by shadow, yes, but once kin to those who still walk the surface. Perhaps their descendants have kept records of what befell their cursed kin.

You must go to Angor Fortress in the Badlands. There, the Dark Irons still linger, reclusive, secretive, and dangerous. The truth of what transpired beneath Grim Batol, is there.

While you seek their knowledge, I shall reach out to my dragonflight. Perhaps among our ancient scrolls and hidden memories, we can uncover some forgotten truth. But hurry. The shadows grow bold, and time is not our ally.

Ahhh... Of course it would be the searing kiss of the Red Flight that could sunder such foul sorceries.

The Skardyn's wards are woven with the brittle cunning of earth and shadow?strong against conventional magic, yes... but against the raw, devouring fury of my crimson cousins?

I should have seen it sooner?fire has ever been the answer to vermin who burrow too deep.