Im rewriting this. Entirely.

I played more and more DRG, and I realized that we already have all our badass moments in other stories. I realized that in DRG fanfics, we lack some level of interpersonal tension, drama, etc. So, that's what this is going to be. 

"A grizzled old veteran who ran with Karl himself is reassigned to a new team of greenbeards to train them up. These fathomless tombs are ones he knows well; far too well. He sees too many shadows of his past mistakes cast on the walls, hears phantom callouts of his old team, all the while trying to be the paragon of an ideal Dwarf for his new team. But, what happens when Sisyphus loses his footing? What happens when Atlas' grip slips? As strong as he is, he can't hold the dam forever. Karl wouldn't have wanted him to, but... Ragnar is one pig-headed, individualistic fucker."