Dwarves revere Moradin as their maker and liberator. He carved dwarves from stone and earth, forged their souls on his anvil, and imbued them with a love of clan, craft, and mine. But dwarves have been warriors since their earliest days, fighting to keep hearth and home safe and mines clear of danger. Kord is strength, fury, and steadfast courage. He is might used with skill and control. A battle cry given in a last, glorious charge is as much Kord’s roar as is a boom of thunder. To dwarves, Kord’s voice echoes in the smithy with each hammer fall. Kord is the father of battle, and for that, dwarves love him.
If you fall, you might meet a rover in the mists of the cold, lifeless crags. He’ll have a beard the color of snow and clothing of cave-bear fur. Mayhap he’ll wear armor of carved stone, and he’ll carry a mace and shield. No mountain gear will he have, nor water, nor food. He’ll look upon you with a smile in his eyes, though his mouth be set in grim resolve. When you meet him, fear not, for your worries are over. You look upon Kord on his way to visit the Stone Father in the halls of the celestial mountains, and you're already dead!