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The three dwarven brothers let out a war cry in unison as they charged the towering troll. “IRONFAAR!!” echoed off of the high cliffs that surrounded them.

The troll bellowed a booming roar in defiance as he charged them, the ground shaking beneath.

As the foes clashed, the dwarves movements complimented each other, demonstrating that the three had fought many battles together. Tagnar and Kelburn went to either side while Durgan charged it straight on. At the last second Durgan dived into a role and went under and up between the trolls legs. The massive creature tried to snatch at him but was met by the axes of Tagnar and Kelburn swatting his arms away with heavy swings. “Take dat ye damnable ugly!” Kelburn yelled as his ax, suddenly ablaze with fire, chopped into the creatures flesh. It let out a roar of pain. It also seemed suddenly fearful because of the presence of the flame.

Durgan hopped up out of his role, landing on his feet. Now behind the beast, he swung his axe into the back of its knee. The creatures leg buckled forward and it fell to its knees with a billowing roar. Its swung its arms about like giant battle clubs. One of the swings was impossible for Kelburn to dodge. He raised his tower shield and braced himself for the impact. “HELLS!” He yelled as he was suddenly soaring through the air after a massive thud against his shield. He crashed into some rocks by the side of the cliff face, dust clouds swirled about him.

Tagnar managed to be more nimble and dodge the trolls flailing arms as he worked in quick hacks with his ax. Durgan had managed to hack away at both legs swiftly enough that the troll was not able to stand.

Just as Kelburn was shaking off the dazed feeling and trying to regain his feet, he noticed two more trolls thundering down the narrow mountain pass toward them. Then he heard a roar from the other direction and saw another troll crashing up the pass towards them.

All exits were blocked.

“Oh hells.” He muttered to himself as he got to his feet. “Oi! Tagnar, Durgan! Da welcoming party is ‘ere!”

They both looked up from the work of death and noticed the incoming foes. “ Oi let’s bib ‘em!” Durgan yelled characteristically while pounding his plate mail, just as a shot of flame spewed from Tagnars hand and consumed what was left of the mutilated troll and ensured its death.

Together the three of them charged up the narrow slope to meet the two trolls in battle. “Oi! I’ll take care of dat one behind us when he gits up close, eh?” Kelburn said as they charged. Another burst of fire shot forth from Tagnars hand and engulfed the two trolls heads. Booming screams of pain blasted down the pass and reverberated down the canyon. The trolls, suddenly disoriented and off guard, were ill prepared for the fierce dwarven trio that hacked limb and body.

However, the pain and disorientation made them even more dangerous. Like ferocious animals backed into a desperate corner, they thrashed in painful rage. Their massive limbs soared around, swatting, kicking, and swinging. Each of the dwarves took solid hits in the struggle, but used the momentum of their falls to come back up in a roll like they had been trained to do when fighting such behemoths. Landing on their feet, and ignoring the bludgeoning pain, they leapt back into the thrashing troll duo and met strength with steel. Yells, grunts, clangs, and thumps dominated the scene of the dangerous struggle.

Kelburn became aware that the third troll was closing in behind them. He closed his eyes for a short moment as the battle raged around him.

Images of the old Ironfaar stronghold passed in his mind. It had been his home. Now he was homeless. Images of Bahamut passed through his head, memories of dreams he had had. Images of the ceremony he underwent when he had been endowed with the powers of dragon-kind. He knew his powers had been granted to help him serve Bahamut, but he also knew that his powers would help him reclaim a home.

With that powerful thought in mind, he spun around to face the monster and let out a yell that surpassed the roar of the trolls themselves. It was not just sound that stormed from his chest, but a surge of flame billowing forth like an erupting volcano. The blast continued as his brothers finished off the other two trolls. He continued to breathe forth fire in a constant stream of heat as if he were a flame thrower.

Suddenly there was a tap on his shoulder. “Oi! Oim thinkin’ ye got ‘im, brudder.” Kelburn stopped suddenly, breathing hard and gasping for air. He hadn’t realized how long he had been breathing fire. The three of them stood side by side and looked down at the black charred mound that had once been a troll.

“Oi, yer screamin’ so loud loik sum pansy gonna attract more trolls, ye dolt!” Durgan yelled.

“Oi say let ‘em come!” Tagnar retorted. Just as he finished his sentence, a rock crashed near them, exploding into pieces. They looked up the cliff and saw a row of trolls preparing to hurl more rocks down on them.

“’Ere we go!”, Kelburn yelled as the three of them started running up the mountain pass to meet their new foes. The Ironfaar trio went into battle, determined to do their part to help carve a new dwarven home out of the mountain side.

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The elves were sheltered from the cold, but the behemoths which stalked the hall gave them pause to attack. They waited within the shadows for the right moment to assault this malevolent Frost King.

Just then, a rambunctious troop of Dwarves could be seen running down the hall chopping down the Giants much as woodsman chopped down oaks, only twice as fast. More than once they saw the Dwarves hop upon their victims and crash their axes down upon their already dead foe and then hollering, "BWAHAHAA!!!"

The elves looked at each other in disbelief and smiled.

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After the final troll slumped to the ground burning on Tagnar's fires, the trio sheltered in a recess in the cliff face. Kelburn lit a fire while Tagnar and Durgan unpacked the salted meats and dried cheeses they had purchased from vendors in Baldur's Gate the day before. Durgan produced three ornate mugs from his collection and filled them from his small keg that never seemed to be empty. Kelburn looked up from the flickering flames and smiled as he saw Durgan pouring the ale. "Oh hooo hooo! We're to be havin' a treat this evenin' oi see!"

Durgan smiled to himself under his beard. The youngest of the three, he was always pleased when his brothers complimented his ale. It was what he did best, and he devoted himself to it wholly. As he poured, careful not to spill any of the bitter drink, he thought back to his childhood in the Ironfaar clanhold. Images of his parents and his elder brother, Pudd brought a deep feeling of loss, but other images lessened the pain. He thought of the old brewmaster Thorosgaard Thunderbeard who had shown him the art and the lore of dwarven brewing, he had been like a second father to Durgan. He thought of the first keg of ale he ever brewed and how, upon drinking a mug of it, his brother Kelburn couldn't stray more than a dozen paces from the latrine for a full week. The memory made him smile.

"Whaddery laughin' about o'er there, ye dolt?" Demanded Kelburn. "Ye lookee what yer doin' or ye'll be spillin' th' ale, ye will!"

"Oi's jus' thinkin' 'bout th' foirst toime ye drank me brew, brudder. Oi was thinkin 'at now yer shootin' the foire from yer mouth, but back then, ye were shootin' th' foires from yer arse fer a full week! Bwahahahahahaaa!" The booming laughter echoed in the gathering darkness, startling the small night creatures nearby.

Tagnar joined in the laughter. "Oi, Kelburn! Ye were shoutin' from both ends ye were!"

Kelburn chuckled as he poked at the fire. The dancing flames reflected in his bright eyes and Durgan noted that they were not completely round. He thought it was odd and resolved to ask his brother about it sometime. The mugs of ale were passed around as were the meats and cheeses. There was loud crunching, slurping, and belching as the hungry dwarves quickly devoured the meal.

"Oi, Durgan..." Kelburn belched deeply. "This 's good stuff! Whadderye be callin it?"

"Oi call it me 'Stout Lass'."

Tagnar raised his mug "To lasses! Th' stouter th' better!" The three brothers raised the glasses and made rowdy noises and lewd gestures for a minute or so, then grew silent again. Kelburn broke the silence.

"Oi, ye ever meke any of Th' Kings Foinest Stout anymar, Durgan? Now 'at was th' stoutest ale Oi've e'er laid mouth on."

Durgan grew uncharacteristically quiet. "Tis lost wit' th' otherns... tis back with me ol' brewery... in th' ol tunnels." There was no reply. His brothers knew how deeply the loss of the old recipes had pained Durgan. He had been a young brewmaster when the stronghold fell to the Duregar and had not memorized all of the recipes before the clan had been driven out by the dark horde. Durgan was gifted by any measure and he retained the memory of many hundreds of different ales, but there were many hundreds more that were lost to him. Lost forever. Durgan shook his head.

"Oi'll get 'em back. Oi'll foind 'em." He punched a nearby rock to emphasize his point. His brothers exchanged worried glances. They had discussed this in the past and they were afraid that Durgan would indeed try to make his way back to his old brewery and attempt to recover the lost recipes of the Ironfaar Brewmasters. Durgan was skilled, but still very young and they feared he may fall to the denizens of the abandoned tunnels. They didn't tell him, though. The last time they had tried to tell him, it resulted in a brawl that left the trio in tatters. Tagnar ended up with a partially burnt beard, Kelburn with two black eyes and a bit of ear missing, and Durgan was knocked out cold for several hours, until a serving girl had accidentally spilled some ale on him, which revived him instantly.

So the two brothers said nothing to Durgan and finished their meal in silence. As they drifted to sleep on their bedrolls, they could still hear Durgan muttering quietly to himself. "Oi'll foind 'em, oh... oi'll foind 'em."


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The Daemon Slayer Starkad observes his kin atop one of the many hills in the area, watching as the small dots move about within the camp. He takes his gaze of them and stares into the horizon, and what is to come. The last time he visited these areas, the Slayers where out in force, and many of them had their wishes of a glorious death fulfilled. Starkad thinks back about those times and the memory of being knocked unconcious by a massive troll the size of a house, duelling it for just long enough for his few remaining human allies to shoot it down with its guard lowered.

He lets out a heavy sigh, for so much time has passed since. He is a Daemon Slayer now, aging and beyond his prime but still strong.

"This might be da last battle..." he murmurs, and continues: "..and by da gods and ancestors watchin', we shall make it count". .

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Draggins in th' Cloakwood


A small gathering of travelers and, by the look of them, adventueres were sitting around a fire outside the Friendly Arms Inn. Their conversation was suddenly interrupted as a dwarf with a great blazing red beard jogged up to them, puffing and laughing. "Aye! Tagnar, Kelburn, whadderye be doin' 'ere eh?". All those in the circle turned to regard the dwarf. Unabashed, he greeted them all at once. "Greetin's!" He flashed a wide grin and put his finger to the side of his nose. "Now 'ere's what 'ah'm a gon' do. Me axes be thirsty fer' th' scalies, an ah'm gon' bash some 'o 'em afore th' naet is out. Now which o' ye wan' t' come wit' me?"

The gathering sat in stunned silence at the barrage of nearly unintelligible dwarven slang. After a moment, a elf woman approached Durgan. "Greetings, master dwarf. My kin, here is young and still learning the use of his spear. If you are venturing into the wood this night, would you consider allowing him to come and learn from the experience?" She motioned to a young looking elf sitting by the fire. "His name is Hiliel."

Durgan looked the elf over. He looked young and thin, but capable and his face held a look of firm determination. "Aye... ah'll teke 'im." Looking across the fire, he addressed his brothers. "Ye two dolt's comin' or am aey t' be killin' scalies fer th' two o' ye?"

Kelburn seemed not to hear, as he was lost in a tome he was reading. Durgan noted that the image of a serpentine head was engraved on the top of one of the pages. Tagnar waved Durgan away. "I've no time fer th' wood this evenin'. Ye go yerself."

Durgan snorted and then turned to the elf. "Ye ready?"

"Wait." The elf maiden put her hand on Durgan's shoulder. "Let me ward you."

Durgan huffed impatiently, but said nothing. The elf woman was already lost in spellcasting and did not notice the dwarf's impatience. Ward after enchantment fell on the dwarf and young elf until they, their armor, and their weapons glowed with an inner light. As the minutes passed by Durgan became more impatient. "Bah! Ye'd think we were t' be facin' a draggin' fer all yer wardin'!".

The elf woman finished her final spell and smiled bemusedly at the dwarf. "You never know what you may find in the cloakwood, good master dwarf. I wish you fair hunting." She whispered a few soft words in the tongue of the elves to Hiliel, then returned the the fire where Tagnar was watching with a half smile and shaking his head.

With a final scoff, Durgan jerked his head at Hiliel, hefted his two axes from his back, and marched into the cloakwood. Hiliel jogged easily over the uneven ground to catch the dwarf. They had not traveled long before the keen eyes of the elf detected movement in the darkness. Durgan saw it too and the pair charged in. Durgans heavy armor and boots crashed through the underbrush, alterting the large lizardman of their approach. It lifted its axe, a crude but massive weapon, to the ready and swung mightily as Durgan emerged from the bushes. Seeing the blow, Durgan ducked and jabbed the head of his axe into the beat's gut, drawing blood and knocking the wind from it's chest. With the lizardman off balance, Hiliel easily slipped his spear past it's guard and drove it deep between the scales of its chest. The beast stiffened suddenly, then slid to the ground. Durgan wiped his axe on the ground and nodded in approval at Hiliel.

"Eh? Not bad. Not bad a'tall!"

Hiliel smiled at the dwar's approval and the pair moved off into the darkness, continuing their hunt. The Cloakwood was active and they found many a lizardman and giant beetle to slay. The even encountered one wicked fey that tried in vain to enchant Hiliel before being hacked down as Durgan charged in from behind. As they caught their breath, they heard several things moving through the underbrush nearby. Durgan roared something incomprehensible and charged toward the noise. Exploding on the far side of the underbrush, he stopped suddenly and blinked as his eyes adjusted to a sudden light. He looked around to see a group of five very surprised humans, one of whom carried a staff glowing with a bright white light. Hiliel caught up and the two groups looked on, each attempting to determine the intent of the other. One of the humans opened his mouth to speak, but a great crashing interrupeted him. The two groups turned as one and saw a serpentine head and neck enter into the circle of light. The creature was little taller than a human and three times as long. Two small horns could be seen atop its head. As it moved closer, it hissed and revealed a mouth full of sharp teeth. Two wings could be seen on its back.

"Dragon!" One of the humans shouted.

Durgan's eyes went wide. "Mayhaps ah was wrong!" He muttered to himself as the beast closed with him. He dropped one of his axes and took up his shield and closed with the beast as the humans behind him began to fire arrows the the small dragon. The wyrmling was quick and it managed to claw Durgan twice on the arm and once on the leg, but his heavy armor protected him from harm. Durgan dodged and blocked with his shield, waiting for the right moment to present itsself. The dragon reared suddenly, an arrow suddenly protruding from it's left flank. Durgan wasted no time and waded in, axe swinging mightily. In three quick swipes, the dragon was bleeding heavily from its shoulder, chest, and belly. Slowed by the wounds, it bit lunged clumsily. Durgan dropped his shield, while he sidestepped, then grasping his axe in both hands, he brought it down heavily on the young dragon's neck, severing it's head from its body. Deprived of it's head, the body of the wrymling went into convulsions, writhing and flailing wildy. Durgan was thrown into a nearby tree and the rest of the group backed away as the beast eventually slowed and grew still.

Hiliel ran to Durgan and helped the stunned dwarf to his feet. Smiling, he repeated the words of the elf woman to Durgan. "You never know what you may find in the cloakwood, good master dwarf!"

Still a fuzzy from the impact with the tree, Durgan smiled crookedly at the trio of elves who looked exactly like Hiliel. "Aye, ye've th' raet o' it, Hiliel.... now... ye dinna tell me 'at ye've got two brudders..." Durgan muttered something else unintelligible, the slumped to the ground snoring heavily.


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The Beard of Many Colors


Durgan Ironfaar was heading North. His brother Tagnar had told him about a great fish he had caught at the port of Ulgoth's Beard and Durgan figured that he would try his hand at fishing. The sun was directly overhead on the narrow winding road that led to the Chionthar Bridge and Baldur's Gate when he heard a rumble and saw a flash in the distance. He pulled his axe off his back and ran to the commotion. "Looks laeke a bit'o fun's t' be 'ad 'ere!" He rounded a bend and stopped, shoulders dropping a bit in disappointment. Before him were two red-robed humans facing another human that was surrounded by three charred corpses. He recognized the third as his friend Pate, who was in the process of thanking the two red-robed ones. "My thanks, I think."

Pate seemed hesitant and on guard, which Durgan thought was strange since he was thanking the two. He thought little of it, though, and ambled up to the trio. "Oi! Pate. Greetin's t' ye!" He then turned to the two other humans. "Ayyyeee now... 'em be some faene robes ye've 'ere! Faene indeed!"

The two humans regarded him for a moment. The one on the left, a woman, looked to the other, an older man, as if to gauge her reaction on his. The older one spoke. "Greetings master dwarf, and I thank you for your compliments. Your race is certainly known for its... discernment... in clothing." As he spoke, he gestured to Durgan's bloody and soiled armor. The woman at his side tried hard to contain a smile. All of this was lost to Durgan, however as he looked at the smoking corpses. The younger woman spoke then. "These robes are the mark of our order, for we are of the Red Wizards of Thay." She spoke with marked accent and ended her statement a bit of a flourish and looked to Durgan as if expecting a reaction. She received a reaction, but not the one she expected.

"Eh? Wizzerds ye say? Good. Ah've been meanin' t' talk t' a wizzerd. Ah be wonderin' if'n ye know a way t' make 't where ah kin turn me beard different colors when ah want t'. Ye know.. t' be impressin' th' lasses." He winked at the older wizard and put a finger to the side of his nose. Pate gave the dwarf an incredulous gaze and the human woman all but burst out laughing.

The human wizard curled the side of his mouth in what may have been a grimace or a smile, Durgan couldn't tell. "Ah, well it might be necessary to combine the arcane arts with those of alchemy to produce the result you desire, good dwarf. Perhaps an ointment of some sort applied to your beard, followed by a prismatic spray spell directed at your beard would have the desired result." The other wizard chortled a bit and then the elder wizard continued. "It may be... uncomfortable, but such inconveniences must be undertaken... the lasses and all..."

Durgan furrowed his brow in thought for a moment. "Alraet. Ah'll do 't. D'ye 'ave th' spell ready raet now?"

"It so happens that I do. I do not, however, have the ointment prepared, as our order has not yet seen fit to delve into the dark realms of dwarven cosmetics." The wizard somehow maintained a grave and serious face while the other two humans began to chuckle under their breath.

Durgan's shoulders hunched in disappointment. "Aye... well, if'n ye e'er faend yerself in th' posession of such ah ointment, ye be sure t' let me know."

The wizard bowed his tatooed head. "I assure you, master dwarf, I shall. Now if you will excuse me, I have pressing matters to attend to in the city." The wizard turned and began walking slowly toward Baldurs Gate. "Come Kalia." The human wizardess turned and followed at his heels.

Pate regarded the two as they departed, then turned to Durgan. "You are a strange, strange dwarf, Durgan."

"Aye, but nae as strange as ah'll be when ah've got me beard 't change colors on command, eh? Bwahahahahahaaa!"

Pate shook his head as he watched the still laughing dwarf amble north along the road.


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The Last Man Standing


Beer and ale flowed freely and already more than a few words were being slurred amongst the crowd gathered at the Baldur’s Gate Arena. A colorful, finely embroidered tent had been erected and beneath it sat a well to do gentleman accompanied by a striking elf woman. There were several other figures standing around the pair, clearly servants of some type. Groups of humans, elves, halflings, and dwarves drank and talked and mingled and laughed. Ocasionally glances were directed toward three dwarves standing in the arena as they arranged mugs of ale on a long rough-hewn oaken table. One of the dwarves, Durgan Ironfaar, would periodically drink one of the mugs, eliciting a reprimand from the other two. Several times the exchange nearly came to blows, but finally the table was heavily laden with frothy mugs. The red-bearded dwarf climbed atop the table and in a loud voice announced the beginning of the festivities.

“Ah’m t’ be welcomin’ ye t’ the Kraak Helzak drinkin’ contest an’ pit faet!” A few out of the crowd turned their attention toward the figure, but most continued their drinking and talking. After a few moments of staring at the crowd with his hands on his hips, the dwarf huffed, cupped his hands about his mouth, and in a booming voice, drew the crowd’s attention and also set several of the dogs in nearby farmyards to barking.

“Now ye lis’n up! Ah’m t’ be telling ye what yer t’ be doin, but first ah’m told by me brudder.” The dwarf gestured to another dwarf with dark hair standing by the table and shaking his head. “…by my brudder, ‘at th’ good King Dovkin Battle’ammer be welcomin’ ye t’ the Kraak Helzak drinkin’ contest an’ pit faet!” Cheers and yells erupted from the crowd. Durgan smiled at the response, enjoying the attention. He proceeded to recite the rules of the drinking contest in a heavy dwarven accent that caused many contestants to scratch their head in confusion and ask their equally confused neighbors what the dwarf was talking about. Eventually, those who wished to compete were made to understand that they were to take their place behind the heavy oaken table, facing the crowd.

“Now, yer’ t’be drinkin one at a taeme. Ye teke th’e drink an put yer mug down on th’ table. Ifn’ ye be fallin’ down, yer out! Ifn’ ye be spillin yer drink, yer out! Ifn ye be heavin’ yer guts onto th’ table, yer out! Ifn’ ye be…”

The dark haired dwarf beside Durgan hit him on the back of the head. “All raet, ye dolt! They get it. Now git yer contest started eh?” After several sharp words between the two brothers, and some diplomacy from their third brother, Tagnar, the contest was under way. In all there were fifteen contestants standing behind the oaken table. There were several noteworthy contestants. Among the dwarves were Matilda Stonehold, a stout dwarven lass of local renown, a thick and hearty dwarf with a red mohawk known only as Starkard, and Tagnar Ironfaar, brother to Durgan and Kelburn. There were elves as well, notably the forest warrior Mendel and close friend of Durgan, Avereon Elestar. The first few rounds passed unremarkably with each contestant easily finishing their mug and placing it empty on the table. To Durgan and Kelburn’s surprise and great amusement, their brother Tagnar was the first to waver. After finishing his fifth round, he swayed a bit before placing his mug precariously near the edge of the table. Tagnar looked with a befuddled expression at the table, his hands, and then the crowd around him.

Durgan nudged Kelburn with his elbow. “Eh, brudder, ah’ put a lil’ sommat extra in Tagnar’s ale. Bit of potion ah got from some wizzerd. ‘E claimed ‘twould put th’ stoutest dwarf on ‘is arse in less ‘en faeve minutes. Bwahahahahahaahah!”

The wizard’s claim proved true. Tagnar’s expression changed from confusion to vague relaxation and he crashed heavily to the floor. The crowd erupted in laughter as three stocky dwarves carried the snoring Ironfaar to the side of the arena where several makeshift cots had been erected for the contestants.

Three rounds later, the burly dwarf Starkard had just finished his eighth round. He slammed the mug on the table and turned to jeer the rather shaky elf, Mendel, when he slipped on a spot of spilled ale and fell heavily to the ground, knocking over several steins in the process and drenching himself in ale. He came up red faced and sputtering while the crowd roared in laughter. He tried to protest but the officiating Ironfaar brothers shrugged. “Rules be rules.”

Starkard trudged grumbling out of the arena. The next three rounds saw Avereon teeter on one leg, then the other, then both, then on her heels before she fell forward and lay still on the oaken table. Durgan roared with laughter before going to his friend and easily bearing her away to the recovery area. Two rounds later found Matilda Stonehold and the elf Mendel facing each other from the far sides of the table. Both tried to formulate jeering insults and both failed hilariously, uttering nearly unintelligible garbled phrases accompanied by wild and uncoordinated gesticulations. Matilda took up her stein, the sixteenth of the contest, and raised it to the heavens as if to propose a toast.

“Awh’ve got’ ‘g t’ blwthatdth.!” She roared triumphantly and threw back the mug all at once.

Mendel raised his mug aloft similarly in a mocking gesture, but when he tried to throw it back, he missed his open mouth and smashed the clay stein heavily into his forehead. He flew over backward and crashed to the ground snoring. Matilda raised her hands either in victory or in an attempt to catch her balance. It was unclear to the crowd as mere seconds after her competitor, she too fell heavily to the ground and began snoring loudly. The crowd rocketed to their feet and began chanting in unison “Ma-til-da! Ma-til-da! Ma-til-da!” Kelburn and Durgan rushed around the table and raised the unconscious dwarf to her feet and raised her hands above her head for her. She stirred, raised her head, smiled crookedly to the crowd, then her head slumped forward and the brothers carried her away.

The crowd quieted after a few minutes and those close to the left side of the arena, where Tagnar Ironfaar lay sleeping could hear him speaking in a high pitched voice. “Ahm a good laddie, mummie! Shar ah be! Am a clean lil’ laddie ah be!” Durgan and Kelburn were next to him, rolling on the ground and roaring with laughter.


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Kelburn has brought a wagon filled with a number of large hunted game to the construction site of the new stronghold.

Ye lads been workin' hard day n' night! Let's take a break n' enjoy!

There is a cheer as they begin unloading the animals, creating various fires and spits to prepare for a hearty meal.

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In the night, a lone messenger travels to Doron Amar, the Order of the Silver Rose and the northern Helzak Dwarves. The message reads.....

"To all those it may concern,

The elves of Dharasha Everae have begun preparations for the movement and defense of our people and their lands. It has been requested that we join in alliance, to work in a great endeavor to stop the rising tide of Orc and Drow. We tell you now that we will stand with all those who would ally themselselves against this great threat.

The Moon's crescent shall soon grace the sky and with it we of Dharasha are to hold exercises to train our minds and bodies to meet these Orcs in combat. We would ask all of those able bodied of your ranks to join us in this endeavor. We must organize and learn to fight in unison, or we and those we defend shall pay dearly for our reticence.

We will await your word within our Gullykin camp."

The letter is not signed.

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Planning event for 6-7pm EST, Aug 25th

This is not an arena style fight club event
This is meant to build team work and camaraderie

There will be a single guild competition event.
The rest, teams shall be divided up equally from amongst the ranks of participants.

There will be three training drills, each run twice to assure learning from mistakes.

1.) Capture the Flag
2.) King of the Hill (hold the fort)
3.) Guard the Lord/People (evacuation Drill)

Rules and Protocols will be established and posted in the coming days.

All those whom wish to participate may post within this thread, but you must come from as a rank and file of at least one of these groups. That means don't post Steve, we don't want to hear it, tough (#2)!

Everyone, including DM's, I look forward to your feedback via PM's and I am excited about the possibilities here

It should be a fun IC RP learning expierence that can really give us a both a reason and want to fight by each other's side! I guess we will see......//

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Durgan Ironfaar happened to be anbling by when the note was read for the tenth time among the dwarves. "Eh? Trainin' wit' th' elves? Well... they be fane drinkers an' brawlers from what ah've seen. Count me in!"



//Durgan Ironfaar is in as long as I am able to be on at the time of the event.


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Kelburn taps his chin and thinks for a moment before muttering to himself.

Sounds good...but me wonderin if King Battlehammer still be wantin' us just to be focusin' our efforts on da new stronghold...

He trundles off, deciding to wait for an official order from King Battlehammer as to whether or not the dwarves will send aid at the current time.

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A small embassy of elves carry a parchment intended for the King of the Northern Dwarves. It is not sealed with the symbol of Doron Amar but these elves are known to many of Helzak already. The contents of the letter include a desired treaty for trade and an offer of support.

The elves wait patiently for word if they will be received......

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A gathering of several dwarves can be heard discussing several matters of import. A particularly loud voice coming from Durgan Ironfaar rises above the others. "An ah'm fer 'elpin th' elves agin' th' stinkin' orcs. Ahm' thinkin they 'elped us when th' damned Duregar took our ol' clanhold, an' ah'm thinkin' ifn' they be killin' orcs, 'en ah'm wit' em!"


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Durgan Ironfaar approaches the King's audience chamber. He is stopped by a low ranking adviser. "Hold and state your business." The dwarf's voice is refined and unusually melodic, for a dwarf, from many years of politics and court affairs.

"Me business? Ah've got a message fer th' King. An ahm fer tellin' it t' him! That be me business." The smell and the volume of the dwarf made the adviser take a step back.

"Th.. the King is busy. You will have to give the message to me." The dwarf regained his haughty air and looked down his nose at Durgan.

"Busy? Eh? Too busy t' be 'earin news o' our enemies? Eh? TOO busy t' be 'earin infermation on th' Zhents what betrayed us t' the DUREGAR?" Durgan's voice rose and his face became as red as his beard. By the end of his statement, he was thundering and the final word, Duregar, thundered through the halls.

Ironshod boots thundered and weapons clattered as half a dozen doors flew open and a score of dwarven warriors filled the hall. Behind them, resplendent in his ceremonial armor, stood King Dovkin Battlehammer, poised for battle.

Durgan smiled, unphased by the commotion. "Good... that be mar lake it!" He turned to the King, bowed stiffly then continued. "Oi! Ah be 'ere t' be tellin ye of news. Ah been travelin wit' our allies t' th' town o' Soubar. We been meetin wit' th' leader o' a group o' bandits an thieves what be threatenin our new clanhold. Th' leader o' our group, an Elf by th' name o Laisren parlaed wit' em but they double-crossed us an led us inta ah trap. We also found out they be in league with them durty Zhents what betrayed us to th' Duregar! Ahm tellin ye so ye kin be reedy whin th' tame comes fer action."

Durgan finished then turned and ambled out as the rest of the hall stood dumfounded by the combined shock of the news and Durgans outlandish speech. After Durgan left, the hall eruped into turmoil at the news.


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Exhausted and wounded from the previous day's battle against the Black Orcs as they assaulted the Friendly Arms Inn, Durin Ironfaar stumbled along the familiar paths and roads that led to the coast south of Candlekeep - to his home. He stood at the ruined and destroyed gates to the halls of his fathers and wept bitterly, longing for a time when he might return home.


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