MAGMAFORGED DWARVES OF THE DEPTHS

Deep beneath the surface, where rivers of magma cast their glow upon halls of Vorgul, dwell the trueborn dwarves, the Dumlok. Shaped by the brutal will of survival, they are children of fire and cruelty, hardened by ages of war against the Slathaai and slavery by the Fire Jotunns.
Among the Dumlok now rises a new clan: the Magmaforged, warriors clad in heavy Vorgul armor and trained to ride the mighty Delani Dragonlings, wingless magma dragons. Relentless in their raids through the upper depths, they seek only slaves, blood, and to expand the dominion of their Jotunn masters.

Magmaforged Dumlok

"Steel melts. Stone shatters. But Vorgul endures."

The Magmaforged are the elite warriors of the Dumlok, a new clan of heavily armored war-dwarves forged in flame and clad in Vorgul plate, the indestructible gemstone-metal mined from the deepest volcanic veins. These soldiers are trained for discipline and conquest, their resilience matched only by their ruthless efficiency in battle.

Their armor, designed to endure the high temperature of the Dumlok skin, glows like molten glass when ignited, making them appear as living fire elemental. Wielding tower shields, massive war-hammers, and cruel axes, they march in tight, impenetrable formations, breaking enemy lines with sheer unstoppable force.

Among the Dumlok, only those proven in blood and tempered by pain are given the honor of becoming Magmaforged. To wear Vorgul Armor is to bear the weight of eternal warfare, a sacrifice of flesh and sanity in the name of the Fire Jotunn King. Bound to the will of Vulkarion and his daughter Ignivara, they serve as the core of the march toward Yaldain, crushing all who stand in the path of the Tyrant-God’s conquest.

Magmaforged Dumlok Riders & Delani Dragonlings

"Hold tight, or be devoured."

Among the greatest weapons of the Magmaforged Dumlok are the Delani Dragonlings, young offspring of the Dragons of the Depths, captured and broken to serve as war mounts. Unlike their massive adult kin, these wingless magma dragons are smaller, faster, and violently temperamental, their molten Vorgul scales seething with barely contained heat.

Only the most fearless and ruthless of the Magmaforged can tame these beasts. Riders must endure brutal burns and constant attacks from their own mounts, asserting dominance through sheer will. Those who fail are eaten alive, their charred remains serving as a grim warning to others.

Goldrun, Emperor of the Embers

"I do not rule the Dumlok. I am the flame they kneel to."

Among the scorched thrones of the deep, few names burn brighter than Goldrun, Emperor of the Embers. Said to have been born during a volcanic quake that shattered an entire Vorgul vein, Goldrun's rise marked the beginning of a new era for the Dumlok. Unlike other warlords who ruled by brute force or bloodline, Goldrun commands through sheer dominance of will and mastery of fire.

His Vorgul armor glows with a constant inner heat, a mark of his attunement to the forges of Omuba. Unlike many Dumlok kings who cling to ancient grudges, Goldrun has forged alliances with beings far beyond dwarfkind. It was he who reinforced the ancient pact with the Fire Jotunn, presenting the Magmaforged as living proof of the Dumlok’s continued loyalty. Now, by tradition and necessity, he serves Ignivara the Devastator, daughter of Vulkarion, as the newest symbol of their enduring submission.

It was also he who envisioned to enslave the feral Delani offspring, to exploit them as powerful draconic mounts and warbeasts.

Now Emperor of the Magmaforged, his court is a place of molten splendor and ruthless politics, where emissaries of the Fire Jotunn walk side by side with the priests of Omuba. Goldrun rarely speaks, but when he does, his voice echoes like magma breaking through stone—final, inevitable, and impossible to ignore.

Dumlok society may be ruled by many kings and priesthoods, but none dare challenge Goldrun, for to defy him is to challenge the will of the flame itself.

Thorgdur the Horned

"The flames told me I could not die. So I stopped trying."

A monster among monsters, Thorgdur the Horned is feared not only by his enemies, but by the Dumlok themselves. Once a nameless pit-fighter cast aside by his kin for his erratic violence, Thorgdur survived in the lava-pits of the lower forges by killing anything that moved—beast, dwarf, or worse. His body is a battleground of scars and burn-marks, his mind fractured by endless combat and heat-born visions.

Thorgdur's rise began when he emerged from the flaming chasms wearing armor studded with spikes, some of which had been hammered into his own flesh. As a mark of dominance and madness, he had Vorgul horns grafted into his skull, declaring himself chosen by Omuba and refusing to die until the last of the surface dwarves were bled dry.

He fights with twin claw-blades, wielding them like extensions of his own hatred. His movements are erratic, unpredictable, and terrifyingly fast for a warrior in heavy armor. While others rally troops with speeches, Thorgdur leads by example—charging into the fray with a cackling war cry and shredding through the enemy like molten glass through bone.

Whispers speak of him surviving wounds that would kill even a Dumlok berserker, laughing through impalement, and tearing out his own organs to escape restraints. Whether through sheer madness or divine flame, Thorgdur cannot be caged, and few would dare try.

Now a living icon of terror among the Magmaforged, Thorgdur serves Goldrun not out of loyalty, but because no one else would let him burn so freely.

Gemma, Magmaforged Berserker

"Omuba took my name and my blood. All I have left is rage."

Among the Dumlok, the firstborn daughters are claimed by the temples of Omuba as tributes, gifts to the flame, raised not as children but as living oracles. Gemma was one of these, taken as a newborn to one of the many Temples of Flame in the depths.

Years of punishment, deprivation, and indoctrination shaped her into something beyond a warrior. Her beauty, wild and untamed, conceals the raw violence that seethes beneath her molten skin. Fighting nearly unclothed, adorned with only a few pieces of Vorgul armor, Gemma channels the fury of Omuba through her massive two-handed maul, breaking bone and armor alike in frenzied blows.

Unlike other oracles, Gemma did not accept her fate. She rejected the fanatics who raised her, tore free of her chains, and brought down an entire altar with her bare hands. Now, she fights not for the temple, nor the Emperor, but for herself. While the other clans see her as an abomination, the Magmaforged welcome her fury into their ranks. Among them, she is both inspiration and warning. The perfect warrior forged by flame, but too wild to chain.

Ignivara the Devastator, Fire Jotunn Princess

"You bow because you fear me. You survive because I allow it."

Born in a storm of ash and flame, Ignivara is the first daughter of Vulkarion, the Fire Jotunn King, and heiress to the infernal legacy of Omuba. Though young by Jotunn standards, she carries a fury that rivals even her older brothers. Her arrival on the battlefield signals absolute devastation—melting stone, shattered armies, and skies drowned in smoke.

Like her father in his youth, Ignivara thrives on conquest. She does not sit upon a throne but strides into war, wielding twin obsidian axes large enough to fell towers. When she unleashes her battlecry, her voice ripples through the earth like a tectonic scream.

The Dumlok revere her as a divine fury given form. To them, she is not a queen nor a ruler, but a calamity unleashed by their Lord. The Magmaforged, in particular, have bound themselves to her cause, serving as her elite vanguard in brutal campaigns across the upper depths. Wherever Ignivara walks, the earth blackens, and the stone remembers her passing.

Her current purpose is as cruel as it is grand. Tasked by Tialevor himself, Ignivara will lead her father's armies toward the Sacred Tree Yaldain, a relic of life and balance the Tyrant-God seeks to annihilate. For her, it is more than an order. It is a test, a chance to prove herself greater than any who came before.

Should Ignivara succeed, the flames of Omuba will spread far beyond the Depths, and the name Devastator will no longer be a title. It will be prophecy.