Aw, what? Kezzog said. Nobodys going to help me get free of this big, stupid boulder? They all just run away to have fun and leave me here all alone, in the dark, getting bored.

He desperately tried to throw a pity party, but it didnt work. Brave, heroic dwarves just arent very good at pity parties. Theyre much better at saving everyones lives and impressing their friends and foes with massive displays of strength and cunning.

Dont worry about me, he said to no one. Dont worry about good ol lovable Kezzog. Ill be fine. Its just a silly boulder after allnothing I cant handle.

His clever, self-pitying monologue was interrupted by the fun sounds of combat. Clinking weapons, a roaring tiger, sprays of blood and squelching, sucking sounds as this or that blade penetrated this or that combatant.

Slag this boulder, he grumbled.

Then Kezzog noticed a few flashes of red light, and groaned even louder.

Its bad enough when I miss a fight, but its a hundred times worse when I miss a fight with an evil sorcerer.

Nobody knows how many of Kezzogs stories are truenot even Kezzog! But hey, eating poisonous mushrooms for fifteen years will have that effect on a person.

The hearty dwarf is all but impervious to poisons, toxins, and common sense.

But he is brave.

And that has to count for something.

Welcome to The Legends of Kezzog.

In Book One: Smiting the Orc King, the mightiest and most heroic dwarf in all of Beril joins his longtime friend and three pathetic kobolds on a quest into the Bloody Hills to hunt down Blascouth the Defiler, the ruthless orc king who stole their home.

There will be monsters. Magic. Revenge. Questionable decisions.

And, if Kezzog has anything to say about it, a thoroughly smitten orc king.