From the war-torn lands of Grimscale, Gromash emerged, not as a hero, but a harbinger of havoc. Trained in the brutal art of combat from a young age, he quickly rose through the ranks, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. His might was unparalleled, his tactics ruthless. With every swing of his battleaxe, enemies would falter, and with every victory, his legend as the Steel-Tempered Scourge spread. His passion? Not gold, not power, but the sheer thrill of the fight. His critical strikes were a thing of brutal beauty, and his ability to rally even when on the brink of defeat made him a force to be reckoned with. With his imposing armor and cold, yellow gaze, Gromash remains a figure of dread in tales whispered around campfires.
