Spend his whole life researching the long-fabled RAWS. When he is old and on his deathbed, he finally knows their location. The road is long and treacherous, a trip he must make alone, as the other dwarves insist that he is insane. He crosses the mirthful forests of Woodbucket and contends with the elf menace. To the far south, on the far side of the untamed wilds arctic ocean Bonescarnage, lies the forgotten, terrifying continent of Bloodanvil. The undead are relentless, and one must be mindful of the weather, as the rain is vile, and causes horrible blistering upon contact. Worse yet is the fog, which seems to steal the souls of anything still living, leaving behind a hideous, violent, shell of a creature. Finally, he comes to the cave of legends, wherein the legendary RAWS reside. In the deepest chamber of the cave are strange runes that glow with power. They seem somehow familiar, as though he has always known them. Yet, he could feel in his bones that they are wrong, tainted. With his trusty pick and a steady hand, he chips and carves at the walls. Quite a puzzle this is, indeed. Thankfully, he had studied medicine, so that when the time came, he could make the proper modifications without killing himself and all of his kin in the process. Bit by bit, he modifies the runes, erasing some and adding others of his own. Slowly, his body starts to change. Just as his body is giving out, he carves the last of the runes into the wall, then collapses. He lies there, dying alone, in the middle of hostile territory, but he can die happy knowing that all is right once more.
WWUD if he could turn water into magma?
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