The year 224 of Caledor II. So it is recorded that this day the mighty Phoenix King Caledor II did slay the treacherous Dwarf prince Snorri Halfhand, son of High King Gotrek Starbreaker, in noble combat. With blazing sword and brilliant armor, Caledor challenged the prince to an honorable duel, sick to see the loss of so many lives on the field of battle that day. Reluctant, the cowardly Dwarf prince was, stepping forwards to face our Lord`s wrath, his stony heart heavy with fear. The sun sank over the mountainous horizon as the two warriors fought. Caledor`s speed and skill astounded the Dwarf`s who stood agape at such blade-mastery. The prince appeared slow and cumbersome, as such he was, wielding an axe festooned with rune-scratchings. Where he struck, the Phoenix King stood not, our noble Lord moving with swiftness away from the Dwarf`s clumsy blows. Crude, sorcerous carvings protected Prince Snorri from harm, King Caledor`s blazing sword striking blows that should have been fatal time and time again, only to have them turned aside by runic magic. Our noble Lord did fight with great honor, allowing the Dwarf to rise to his feet when knocked to the ground, and allowing him to retrieve his weapon when it flew from his hands. Merciful our Phoenix King also proved to be, for his killing blow was clean and sure. The Dwarfs tore at their beards in woe, calling out to their gods in despair. Caledor allowed them to carry their fallen prince from the field of battle, and bade them give him a proper burial, proclaiming that no more battle would be fought that day, for the Elves would mourn the Dwarfs loss and foolishness with them. Foolish, the Dwarfs are, and they slunk away from the battlefield, swearing oaths of vengeance against our most benevolent and tolerant Lord. Long may he prosper.