" I height
Haephestus O'Eddings. Some O ye ken me and other O ye
ken me nae, but twas directed I was by me clan brother
Barble ta take dis time ta speak ta all O ye. He
thought that Some O ye may hae a need ta hae some
questions answered about whi i be and what I tend ta
believe in. So hark ye well, draw up close, as I nae
speak loud, nurse yer drinks and listen. This tale
huts me wi da telling O it, so I hae a feelin that ye
will hear it but da once.
I was born 65
years ago, nae in a warm and cozy tunnel as befits a
Dwarf, but in a small burg near da forest wherin da
elven folk do live. Me father was a grand old man, an
he hae managed wi a much younger wife, ta hae me at da
ripe old age O 110 years, fer ye who snort, recall I
be 56 and nae hae a wife yet. (Nae lass wishin ta be
so unlucky.) Me father was a warrior True, Honorable
and Brave! He was dere on dat blackest O days when Da
Mountain fell, and as a Sergeant in da Army O the Dire
Wolf, Thorfinn, He and his squad fought a rearguard
action. Hoping wi-out much hope to hae bought the
Great King enough time to preserve himself and his
line. Sore wounded, da last O his squad ta be
fighting, my father fell and slept, the lifes blood
seeping from his battered
body.
That night came the
Sylvankind, wandering the field of slaughter (for such
it was, so great was the enemy's strength in numbers)
hoping against hope to find some yet alive. There
amoung the Valoriusly Honored dead did they find,
among others, My father Daveedli O'Eddings. They
gathered those few they could save and returned by
stealth, to ther fair villiage, covering there tracks
so the victors would nae guess that some had escaped
their slaughter. The first months were long for these
wounded warriors, many weak from loss of blood and
severe wounds, the elves, though kind, and wise in da
use O herbal medicin, but the recovery was slowly
done.
Many O da great
warriors had perished, but 2 had been saved and
nutured by the elves, Emil Bloodaxe and Chaunter
Redforge. These two wariors, although heald o their
wounds, could not be cured o da melencholia dat o'er
came em. A sennight after da battle was lost, they
were found outside da Elven villiage, impaled on
eachothers swords, haven taken their lives rather than
live with the percieved dishonor of failing their
King.
Daily did the
wounded lose more of their comrades until just 6 were
left. These 6 vowed to find the King, or failing this,
his heir, and serve again till such time as the
Mountain was agin da dwarven home. These 6 pledged
their lives to the search, rather than to the
darkness, for they felt dat their death would help
none, most of all da King, who must hae a need of
Strong Dwarves ta fight. After dere wounds had healed,
they set up building a small berg in a vale near the
Sylvian woods, as most of them felt uncomfortable in
the woods.
This was where i
was to be born some years later. My father and da
Dwarves wi him all found wives, and settled in ta make
a life fer demselves. Each dwarf in turn taking a
month to leave da berg and search fer da King. While
my father was gone on one O dese searches, his wife O
twenty years passed away peacefully from a simple
fever. As da years progressed, my father remarried and
had a child by his new wife, Me. Da dwarves O da burg,
all Fighters O different skills and tallents raised
me, I was squire ta all six so ta speak. Learning from
each, from one da use O da hand, ta box, from another,
a devastating kick, A third taught me da use O da
broadsword, and me father taught me da use O dis "
Haepaestus taps his Slate Grey Axe maningly, "All dis
and more was I taught about bein a
warrior.
Another thing was i
taught, ta dislike da use O magic, for twas magic dat
took many a fine warrior dat grim day, never allowin
em a chance ta defend demselves, or ta fight back. Ta
dis day i honow da promise made to me Father, I nae
use wands, scrolls, or Spells meself, I allow but da
spells O defense ta be cast on me, and limit me use O
magic ta weapons, armor, and clothin. I hae bent da
rules a wee bit ta allow fer somethings we nae kenned
in da burg" Haephestus glances at a crystal amulet
"but tis wi wee things alone. When I was 25, I was
accounted as a warrior for our small band. I took my
turn on da monthly searches fer da King, but dose I
found who recalled him, knew O him as history only,
having neither seen nor heard O his where abouts, or
even if he were alive.Thus went me life fer 6
years.
Shortly after me
31st Birthday, I returned to the Burg. I found da only
home I had ever known a smoking ruins. Da ground was
greatly disturbed, and some O da folk I kenned, I
found hae in and out O da ground, lookin like so much
poorly cooked meat. Mixed among de bodies O me burg
was a scatterin O dead, rotting corpses, all femalesO
different races, all long dead, and leaves littered da
grounds everywhere, though nae a single tree was
missin so much as a branch so far as i could tell. In
grief I collapsed upon findin me father, his throat
torn out by da very teeth O da shee Devil dat lay dead
by his side, me mother stood nearby, One O dose poor
souls who had bean burried and boiled at da same time.
I took my axe and wandered off into the woods,
intending ta chop enough trees ta build a pyre large
enough for da burg, as many i could nae e'en remove
from da soil.
Here da elven folk
again aided my family, by removin da axe from me numb
fingers, and gently pourin a potion down me throat,
sore from screaming in rage and grief. I slept. When I
awoke, i found me Burg nae more, replaced by a young
forest O Modwir trees, Ta represent da strength O da
folk who died dere da elves told me. Dey also told me
that tha which had killed all I kenned and loved was
the most accursed O da beasties dat walks dis plane,
da undead, dis time in da form O Zombies and Tree
Spirits. I begged da elves ta teach me da ways o
killin dese beasts, as dey told me nae normal Dwarf
could do it lest his weapon be blesssed, or he be one
trained in da ways O killin da beast wi hands and feet
alone. Dey told me that this training they could nae
provide and councelled me ta venture here ta
Whenimer's Landin, and when I could join dat secret
order known dedicated to
Voln.
Traveling to da
landing I entered wi some trepadition, and was
intantly confused, da noise, da CROWDS! Ne'er in me
life had I seen such a large group O folk, and I felt
yet more alone. I began ta adventure, mainly ta keep a
roof O'er me head and food in me belly (Nae ta mention
me ale) until such time as I could find a way ta enter
da Monestary o Voln as a novice. I slowly began ta
develop a few friends.
Then one day it
happened! A grizzled old Warrior invited me ta join da
Monastary. I did so wit a heart soaring wit the chance
ta venge me family, Me dedication to da Order
eventually led me ta mastery in it, and now I spend
time teachin and training the young. Me father had
always insisted dat a warrior who stops learnin is a
dead warrior, so when i grew of age, and had da coin t
a spare i joined da guild O Warriors, and hae mannaged
ta make ti 2/3rds O da way ta mastery dere as well.
Smewhere along da way da city fathers handed me a
title as well, but in truth that means little to
me.
One day as I fought
wi others o me order ta decrease da population O Ghoul
Masters in da crypt, I met me a shy Dwarven lass, a
female warrior who went by da name O Birdsongg. Da
lass was distressed by da fact dat some blackguard had
stolen her heart, dem mistreated it, fer which i
offered ta serve him his own tripes. She politely
refused me offer, but the kernal o a friendship was
planted.
Some time later she
introduced me ta an energetic, overactive cleric wi a
terrible sense o humor as ye wish ta see, and da most
gods awfull penchant fer trowin mustard on all dat
went inta his gullet. His name was Barble and we were
to become fast friends. One day Barble happened ta
aske me if i had ever heard O da clan O da Dire Wolf,
I answered honestly nae, he went on ta tell me O a
family O dwarves, dedicated ta honor, and ta keepin da
dwarven way O life alive within da walls O Wheinmar's
Landing. He took me to a meeting fer folk who had a
wish ta join in dis clan, and dere to my disbelief,
was da Grandson, Direct Blood Kin O da King me family
had spent all dose years searchin fer. I knelt ta
Stillggar, son O Stillggar, son O Thorfinn, King Under
the Mountain, aswore fealty, Donating 100,000 coins of
my own to the furtherance O da clan, and da eventual
return O da kingdom. So that one day we may all agin
walk da Halls O our
ancestors.
Dere be but a few
wee things that most should be warned of, I hae been
known ta hae a sharp tounge, and a few hae said a keen
wit. I firmly believe in me honor, da honor O me
friends, and da Honor O da clan, and will fight ta da
death ta defend any, as is evidenced by my Open
challenge in front O da last Moot. There ye hae da
story O Haephestus O'eddings, warrior o da Clan Dire
Wolf. Till we agin walk da hallowed halls o da
ancestors o us all, Grey be me color, and by dis shall
ye ken me from da crowd. Now I hae spoke enough, ye
all be well and hunt safely. we shall meet in da
lands, and mayhap share a cup our two, or junt wi one
another. Till we meet next Da spirit O our ancestors
watch o'er ye and guard yer honor."