The Stone-Hearted

42-48 Sognathos, Pass of 3820: The Road to Darkness
Deeper n Down

Expedition Update.
Azgan Stoneheart.

I nearly died yesterday. My memories are clouded, but one moment I was fleeing ghouls on a rope over a cliff, the next I’m lying here in camp and a day has past.

I count myself lucky to be alive, certainly luckier than our companion Orlaf. Part of me wonders if the effects of the axe still linger in his mind, that he jumped at the opportunity to save us so I would allow him to wield it again. But I should be grateful, he gave his life to save ours, we will always owe him that.

With limited rations, we pressed on after but a day’s rest. The worth of our guide was immediately called into question after two days of wasted travel in wrong directions. Luckily we did not encounter any further combatants or monsters. Brodria eventually regained her confidence and we travelled fruitfully and uneventfully for several days before encountering a swarm of thousands of bats. Our fiery brands proved useful in dispersing the colony and their corpses provided a welcome change of diet for the night.

The following day we reached the mushroom forest that Brodria had spoken of. Our collective knowledge proved useful in avoiding the nastier varieties of fungus, Morodin’s Hammer! even the food crops will kill you down here. As we traversed the cavern we were set upon by a giant slug. Aeric, jumped in front of our king and copped a pool of acid to the torso which took him out of the fight early and despite inflicting multiple wounds on the creature, we were starting to worry. Seemingly out of nowhere a strange feral dwarf jumped out and assisted us in defeating the slug.

His ferocity was impressive, reminiscent of the Battle-Ragers I’d fought alongside in my youth. This fellow would not have passed muster with any sergeant I’d ever known, however. He was either a dimwit or being deliberately rude, refusing to name himself, his origin or his purpose. Somehow, he managed to negotiate a deal with us. We would help him slaughter an enclave of orcs in exchange for his guidance through the burning lands. Unsure of his trustworthiness I was reluctant to agree, but Ranina was keen to test her mettle against the orcs and Orlof surely would have wanted to help the first bleeding-heart we’d come across this week. Perhaps we owe it to him to act in a manner he would be proud of.

It didn’t take long to encounter the Orcs. We were ambushed on a rope bridge spanning an ominous lagoon. Wisely, I encouraged the newcomer to lead the way. At least we can be sure he isn’t in collusion with the orcs as he was struck with many of their arrows as he sprang their trap.

We madly began dashing across the bridge for the relative safety of the other side. The cowardly, clan-less, hobo-dwarf swung beneath the bridge leaving the rest of the party to bear the brunt of the attack. Using the superb gifted armour and the divine guidance of Dumathoin to aid my balance and defence I took the lead and headed across the bridge. As we crossed more orcs swung in on ropes attempting to knock us into the water below, but they didn’t slow me down. Brodria and Ranina followed close behind me cutting the swinging assailants down left and right.

Eventually I was close enough to see the ledge the orcs were standing on and softened it enough to dunk them into the pool below, where some unknown terror quickly finished them off. With a well placed divination, the largest orc was put to sleep and tipped into the drink, causing the remaining orcs to flee. Despite the ambush our party survived the onslaught relatively unscathed.

41 Sognathos, Pass of 3820: The Road to Darkness
Ranina's Diary: Into the Depths

Dear reader,

We’ve been joined by some distant relative of ours. Her name is Brodria Copperhelm. Like me, she is a caver. We were given two ways to get to our destination. A faster yet more dangerous way, or a slower and slightly less dangerous in terms of alerting our foe. We chose to go the longer way to keep our presence a secret for as long as possible. Reader, we’d be underground for a longass time with no access to merchants. It meant we had to carry everything we’d need for a month. That, my dear, is a lot of food, water and supplies for six people.

We had just set out, intending to be quiet, but certain people in the group couldn’t shut up and get on with it. It ended with us being in combat with ghouls and some sort of undead creature. Brother Dragor was rendered paralyzed and the rest of us fumbled through the fight. They managed to be beaten back.

Orlaf, bless his beard, went off as a distraction to the hoard behind us. There is a bit of a scuffle before we can shuffle off, mind you. But as we forge ahead, the air thins. We were faced with a choice: go ahead to a potentially blocked exit or double back and find another route. Against my objections, they outvoted me and decided to continue on.

The ramifications of that soon became clear when Dragor and Aerik start to flag. Worse still, reader, the exit was blocked. We wouldn’t make it back with the state the boys were in so we headed down the purple worm hole that had collapsed the exit. Let me reassure, reader the smell coming out of the hole was worse than the time Dragor decided to celebrate before bathing. If you flip back a few entries, I’m sure you’ll relive my disgust.

As we head down the hole, Dragor looks to be slowly suffocating. He was turning blue and I was worried beyond belief. But we had no choice but to continue forward. The purple worm had died at some point, hence the smell. As I was on point, I was able to push past the worm even though there was something inside there.

To cut things short, we fought some centipedes until they were distracted with a sunrod. Everyone was sore and sorry for themselves. Relief was evident when we reached ‘fresh’ air. Going with our string of luck, we found ourselves in a battle on a stonecursed ledge. Instead of risking the battle, Dragor headed down the ropes we tied, quickly followed by myself. Brodria and Aerik seemed to be rock crawlers and climbed down the wall. Ghouls caught up to us and took a swipe at Azgan. Brodria lost her grip but was luckily caught by Aerik.

Azgan… was not so lucky. He fell the entire length. Once we were all together, he was checked, stabalised and we had to find a safe place to camp.

I must leave you here, Reader. Watch starts soon.

25-38 Sognathos, Pass of 3820: The Pass of Drazan
The Journey Home: Dragor Stoneheart, The Iron Fist's Personal Log

Back on the Right Path
Log 60, Day 25, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
We set out this morning from Bekelev just as the sun was breaking dawn, I could sense a merriment amongst my brothers. I assume They also long to be back on the trail to find our home under the mountain. We will first hire a barge back to Misha’s cabin, from there we will head out on foot to our destination of Karak Grimbaraz. Another good reason to be merry, future prospect of dwarven ale and hospitality.

Log 61, Day 26, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
We made it to Misha’s cabin without incident. No signs of the green skin scum. Although at times we felt like we were been watched.
We will rest here tonight and head to Keskyn tomorrow for a quick visit with Peter and his family.

Log 62, Day 27, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
Upon arriving at Sukyskin, we were all glad to see Pyotr and his family were safe and well. They had already rebuilt a large quantity of the homestead and its defences. We brought him news of the militia and his roll as commander once active. his face noticeably showed sign of relief, they now had some hope, hope of surviving.
A part of me I can not lie, fears for Pyotr and his family. they are brave folk that I have grown quite fond of. I hope we have done enough to ensure their prospects of survival. Fair well Friend, fair well.

Log 63, Day 28, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
Finally we are on the open road again, as glorious as the battles at my brothers sides have been, I have eagerly longed for the open road. It gives my soul time to rest as well as re-establish the importance of our claim. My mind no matter how I try, comes back to a core of thoughts… What will we have to face and conquer to reclaim our home? How many souls will it cost? Is the cost worth the prize. How can we possibly achieve it?
I know it is naive of me to believe, no hope be the better word, hope that we will all survive, but it pains me so to think the other. These are fine dwarven folk, who have given so much to join me in reclaiming our home, I can not fail them. I can not lead them to their deaths, I will not. I am not my father, I will not grow impatient, nor selfish, I must lead them well to the gates of Thorbadin and find a way to reclaim what is rightfully ours. Let the gods be my witness, Thorbadin will be ours again!

Log 64, Day 30, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
We are been watched, eyes in the forest.
After a day we now know they are Elves, but they keep their distance. What do they want?

Log 65, Day 31, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
Now we have a new set of eyes following us. It would appear we are been followed by hobgoblins on horse back, half a dozen or so. We quickened our strides and put Ra to our rear to watch the enemies advance.

Log 66, Day 34, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
Four days have passed and they still doggedly follow, keeping a safe distance but never letting up. What are they up to? why don’t they attack? What are they waiting for? Or is it who are they waiting for? I grow uneasy, what am I missing, is it a trap? We must get to the pass before they do, dig in and defend it. Its the best place to hold off a mounted attack. There must be more, but where?

Log 67, Day 35, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
We have stumbled upon a burial, one of importance.
It is the site of 2 of the 20 that followed my father, here lys Osk and Tyfana brave warriors that fell following my father. Was it a waste, or was it justified. Only time will tell. We pay our respects and move on. We are only a day from the pass and the green skins are getting closer.

Log 68, Day 36, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
We made the pass.
I lead the mules across the bridge with Ra at my heels Only to run into heavily armoured hobgoblins jumping out from behind cover. It was a trap, who were they waiting for? It was Us you idiot, I lead my brothers into a trap… how could I have been so foolish? So Blind?
stupidly I thought we would be the ones to ambush our pursuers by using the bridge. I was wrong, they were herding cattle to the slaughter, herding us.
They had us surrounded, and peppered us with arrows while their heavily armoured warriors pressed in on us. I used my body as a shield and tried to hold the advance from the west while my brothers tried to form a battle column as they crossed the bridge to join me. Harek set himself by my side and quickly bathed his teeth in blood, as we both took the battle to the enemy. We were greatly out numbered, surrounded and divided, but that did not stop us. Yet again despite the odds we rallied together and fought with guts and true dwarven glory to smash our so called assailants until they ran away with their tails between their legs. It was a proud moment, we should not have survived, but we did. Each brother gave their all and proved thier worthy beyond measure, true warriors they are. I am blessed to have brothers of such metal by my side.

Log 69, Day 37, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
We patched our wounds and headed Karak Grimbaraz which should only take a day to travel. There we will replenish supplies, armour and weapons of true dwarven quality. I hope they might have some information on my fathers venture, surely they also made it here.

Log 70, Day 38, Sognathos, Pass of 3820:
King Bailik welcomed us warmly and a glorious feast followed filled with speeches, song, tales and of course ale. We celebrated long and merrily until dawn raised her face from behind the mountains.
After not as long a rest as desired we dragged our sore heads out of bed and made ourselves proper to meet King Bailik in private. It would appear we made a good impression from the night before as Bailik very generously gave us a majestic gift, mithril chain mail, a true kingly gift. We also received pledges of master work items as well as a highly trusted guide that will lead us to the oracle. Most importantly he gave us his blessing and support to reclaim Thorbadin.
Upon questioning King Bailik about my father he answered with a show of discomfort on his face. he informed us that my father did make it here. He didn’t receive as warm a welcome as we did since been an oath breaker but never the less they did make it and they did enter the under dark. We also found out that of the 20 only 17 were with him, we found the grave of 2, where is the third?
What will the under dark hold for us? Will the Oracle have the answers we need? Ah I guess only time will tell.

11-25 Sognathos, Pass of 3820: Night's Dark Terror
What a week.

The last few weeks have been hectic. I’ve barely had time to sleep let alone write in this log. Simply put, Goblins are a pain. Hobgoblins are worse, and Wargs can go die in the worst fires imaginable. Weve killed dozens of the damnable things in the last few weeks, and i imagine were gonna kill dozens more before we leave this place. Its unavoidable really, the whole region seems overrun with them. Having survived the siege of Sukeskyn by the hair of our teeth, weve just been moving all the damn time. For the moment were in the town of Bekelev trying to teach the locals how to defend themselves, and in a few short days we leave again on our quest for the mountain. Everyone seems to be in a damned rush to get wherever were goin, an doesnt seem to think much about what happens if we get there. Which, in all honesty be a bit rash. Way i see it, assuming the heir is a fit ruler, they’re still gonna need to actually reclaim the thing they want to rule. An that is gonna require one hell of a fight if what the old tales say be true. Thats why we train the folk of Bekelev. An army of dwarves is fine an dandy, but i like the idea of using humans to fill out the ranks. Tough mountain humans. Tall buggers too. Gives them a solid base to build off of. A bit of real solid training time with a dwarf would see them through a fight im sure. Still, my fellows seem to think that dwarves are the only way to go. I tell ya, its like trying to talk old pa into not being a stubborn fool sometimes. Oh well. Soon, we leave for the mountains. Hopefully we can find our fellow dwarves of the Spine and move from there to the Altar of Dumathoin. Hopefully.

Shame about the folk of Sukeskyn though, having to leave em. Hell, its a shame about having to leave all these folk to deal with their problems. Honest, once ive seen this mess with the mountain through, i may just come back an put this place to rights. Depends i guess, on if i survive. Hell, maybe ill set up my own kingdom anyway. Up here, where the fool humans war all the time. Maybe find a quiet part of the world, near some tall mountains. Even set up near some trees and bring some elves in on the whole thing. Maybe set up a place where all the races live and work together. Benefit each other even. Heh, like ill live to see that though. Not one of these blasted heirs in the last multiple centuries has actually lived up to the hype. Not one. Think on that a moment. Maybe they just cant. Maybe the greed is just too deep within us dwarves. Hell, maybe the truth is that we dwarves dont know half as well as we tell ourselves. Who knows. Still, i like Dragor. So far, he seems like a nice lad. So maybe it aint the heirs. Maybe its just that they all die before they get there. At least theres something i can do about that. Still, i guess well see in the next few weeks.

Speakin of the next few weeks. I think we might start to see what came of Uncle Obryn soon. I cant say for sure what would of happened to the twenty, but i doubt it went well. The kind of greed that makes a dwarf leave his family on the eve of his daughters birth is not the kind i would tolerate. An make no mistake, the tales of my uncle did not paint him as soft. A giant of a dwarf, the fellow brooked no argument on matters of duty. An at least for the heirs, their duty was easier to see than us Hearthstones. They had choices. No clear oath to follow. Of course they would try to retake the mountain. They all do. Yet, a small babe on the way. What father leaves their daughter newly minted. Not a good one some say. I cant think of the tales my pa used to tell of his brother Obryn an think that he’d say anything else to be honest. So, i guess itll be an interesting thing, to see how the Twenty and the heir of their generation went. Still, that doesnt mean Obryn interfered. Thats why each heir is followed by the eldest. So they can measure their mettle. Maybe there is simply somthing i dont know about that heir. Truth be told, i wasnt even born yet. So, itll be an interesting thing to find out, one way or the other. An while i think on it a little, i wonder what happened to the eldest that followed Azgan. Not Dandric, but one of my cousins surely. As i know it, he died at the same time as the rest of my family. Yet Azgan never mentions any Hearthstones. Not a one. hmm, mayhap i should ask him about it some day. Mayhap.

Oh hell, these thoughts are keepin me up. Im puttin this blasted book away. I have a hell of a few days ahead o me an i need me sleep.

58-59 Koramaril, Pass of 3820: The Forge of Fury
Ranina's Diary

Dear reader,


Granted, it was a pony sized dragon BUT WE STILL DID IT!

But let me back up a few hours. My brother and Aeric finally made it to our little fort. We exchanged stories about what we had been up to and it was decided we’d kill the hook horror then go exploring. Essentially, we killed the hook horror, mounted the head on a pike and continued on. We went down the waterfall and searched around. There wasn’t much of interest except that I identified the dragon footsteps. It confirmed that beast was here, somewhere.

After some exploring, the boys came across the dragon’s treasure horde. And by the stone, was it an amazing pile. There wasn’t much time to appreciate it before the dragon burst out the water. It was a long and tedious battle, said black beast was able to spit acid. Thankfully, I was missed but the others weren’t so lucky. I did manage to snare the black bastard in a net for a moment or so, enabling the others to deal some damage.

The battle was finally won, and as they say, to the victors go the spoils.

Oh, that axe we were looking for? It was there, right on the pile. It just… didn’t feel right. At all. But time will tell what becomes of the weapon. I want nothing to do with an evil thing but who knows what the others will want to do. I’m all for smelting it and discarding it.

But that’s another story for another time. I’m going to go help sort our pile of treasure out. This will go a ways to helping us fund our expedition!

Take care, reader.
Ranina Stoneheart

55 Koramaril, Pass of 3820: The Forge of Fury
He 'it 'is 'ead on the end of da bed and couldn'a get up in da Morn'in...

To those that follow.

Tis a funny thing this ‘ere journey. Every night, all us dwarves curl up in some foreign place, and pull out our journals. It’s like a ritual for us. An yet, i tire of recounting each days events like some market list of the day. I mean, im a priest of the Stoneborn. Were sposed to be learned, and ‘ere i am recounting our days events like some soldier with a log book. So, im gonna stop dat. I want whatever folk that find this to learn something from my life. Specially if it’s gonna end in a stupid way, such as it nearly did this morn.

To Clarify, i write this from me sick bed within Stonetooth keep, where i ave to rest couse i near split me ‘ead open fallin down a ruddy chimney. Aye, thats what ya read. Me, the last of the Hearthstone line, falling down a chimney. That would ave been a right good end to my family’s oath, wouldn’ it. To quote “The HearthStone’s were a long lived and noble family, intent on preserving the honour of the Golden Mountain. There quest lasted for generations, until it met it’s unfortunate end when the last of their line was spooked by a great bastard of a black dragon an fell down a chimney.” Just splendid that tale, aint it. Full of thrilling, daring escapes. Bah!

See, an thats the problem with big generation spanning Oath’s, aint it. I mean, its hard to live up to that righ’. If i died of dysentery tomora, you couldn’a really fault me for it, since its a disease. An yet, it’d be kind of a sad way for the HearthStone line to end all told. Out with a whimper, not a roar. Well forget that!

My family died for this ruddy oath, and I’m gonna damn well make sure it weren’ for naught. If those ruddy Stonehearts get emselves killed, im gonna find the damnable mountain meself and take custody of the sodding place. Ill bring my people back, and ill shake em out of their self centered Isolationism. Its mad i tell ya. We’ve been wandering the human lands for the better part of a year now, an you know what we see. Ruddy chaos. Everywhere we go, there’s some upstart git bossin’ the poor folk around. An there’s no’ aye hint that anyone is gonna put it to rights. An that, i tell ya, ain’t right. The Stoneborn didnt give us dwarves the sense of right and wrong so we could let these foolish young races fight the surface into utter chaos. I mean, they stand on the Earth just as clear as anyone else. They need to sort ’emselves out. Instead, they war with each other.

An then there’sDragor, the Heir. He’s a Good Dwarf, no doubt. The problem is ee ‘as no foresight. He looks at the humans like you look at ants. Sept ’ee doesn’a realise there so many of ‘em they could drown the whole world in their madness. We need to find Thorbadin and restore it, but not just for our own people. The world needs a place of sanity, of calm. It needs a place of stability, so that it can grow. It needs a place not just of dwarves, but of a whole mess of different folks ’appy to work together. We can build that. I truly believe it. An if i can, ill make that place exist. Its not enough anymore for the Hearthstones to simply judge. We must come forward and guide. If we dont, i fear the whole world will fall into darkness, and then there’ll be nothin’ anyone can do.

47-52 Koramaril, Pass of 3820: The Forge of Fury
Ranina's Diary

47 Korimaril, 3820

I assume since you’re reading this, my diary has either been stolen, lost or is now a relic telling of how we got our home back. I’m hoping for the last.

The boys were five days overdue. Normally I wouldn’t be too fussed about this but Azgan was with them so I was worried. It wasn’t like them to be late. To take our minds off of it, we decided to go hunt around the hills looking for any signs of the dwarves we’d heard many rumours about. As suspected, there were no dwarves to be found. Instead we met an injured elf by the name of Lera. She was far too injured to accompany us to check out her ambush place, but she told us all she knew and that the orcs had taken two farmers prisoner. Frederick and Agnes, I believe their names were. Funny names, but well suited for humans I suppose.

We were able to borrow ponies from the village and went on our way. We found the ambush site well enough and then proceeded to track the orcs down. We decided to head north, which was fortunate because there were a bunch of those damn stinkers. Needless to say, they were slaughtered. Found a sword that looked to be of Dwarven craft. It was a mighty fine sword, too.

We headed back and followed the other path, since we hadn’t found those humans yet. We pulled an all nighter and found a Dwarven carved path and an unnatural rock formation. Naturally, we were curious and had to wonder. “Had we found the home of the rumoured Dwarves?”

To cut things short, dear reader, we took care of the lookout post guards by the doors to this Dwarven fortress and went to go explore. We made sure the rooms either side were empty and dispatched anything that was still alive and orc looking. We crossed the bridge over the ravine, which I sent a dirty orc tumbling down. Mighty proud of that, but anyway. We found those poor farmers locked up, seemingly to be the next meal. Dragor set his dog to watch over them as we had to find the key. During the explorations, we found a well, the ‘kitchen’, a dead end and a secret door. It was rather off putting. Covered in blood writing. We decided to leave that particular nugget of fun for a later time.

There was a huge door up the other end, but to make sure we’d be safe we checked the smaller door off to the side. They clearly were not expecting us and we managed to kill them all before they could even pick up their weapons. Idiots. Always be prepared, as Dragor pounded into my skull since before I could even walk or talk. That being said, when we opened the big door we were not prepared for the sight that greeted us.

A goddamn ogre and his two wolves.


48 Korimaril, 3820

As I was saying. Two wolves and a danm ogre. Dragor was on it like a flash, killing one wolf as it charged and then the second as it jumped over its buddy’s corpse. For some reason, he dropped his weapons and proceeded to get smashed unconscious. That left Orlaf and I, clearly not warriors, to take on this ogre ourselves. It all seemed futile, especially when more orcs came up from behind and tried to overwhelm us. We were doing alright, me dancing out the way of the ogre and Orlaf picking off other orcs until that spell caster. Why is it always a spell caster?

The poor bastard got a dose of what looked like his worst nightmare. The distraction allowed the ogre to get his one and only hit on me, which pissed me off to the point where he fell down, exhausted. I’d make sure he wouldn’t get up again anytime soon. Once he was down, Orlaf came to his senses and we finished them off. Bastards thought they could finish us. Us! We are Dwarves! (I was lucky to not get hit by that ogre, but the confidence boost didn’t hurt me one bit!).

We freed the farmers, took our little cache of gold we found and escorted them back to the village. Though, I did see something strange while on watch… none of the others believe me but I know I saw something fly across the moon… I just wish I knew what it was… nothing good. Nothing that ever flies is ever good.

Once we were rested, we went back to the mountain we now knew it to be called Stone Tooth. Fitting name, come to think of it. We spent a further two days fixing the bridge so we wouldn’t plummet to our death while crossing it. We spent some time thoroughly searching and inspecting things. We managed to dispose of the corpses down the ravine the bridge crossed. If we were going to stay here for awhile, we had to make it look at least a little respectable.

During our search, we found a straw stuffed gate. Naturally, we unstuffed it and opened it. Beyond was the most amazing huge formal hall. The reason for the door being stuffed and blocked became apparent when Stirges flew down. Luckily, the boys sliced them down easy enough. After, we were able to marvel at the detailed carvings that told the fall of our home, their rise to glory and their many battles. The carvings ended with them heading back towards home… I hope they made it. If there’s any way they know where our Mountain is, it would have to be here somewhere… right?

51 Korimaril, 3820

Forgive my girlish hopes at the end of that last one. This is no time for such sentimentality.
We had a thorough search of this hall. There was a large crevasse that disappeared into darkness in the middle of the room. Nothing else seemed to stand out. But we did find a room with hanging skulls and a secret door wide open. Instead of closing it and risk us not being able to reopen it, we settled for piling crates by the entrance. Noise would be a good indication of something coming through.

We decided to bar the front doors to the place so nothing could come and bite us in the ass as we went to explore the lower levels. We were attacked by striges on the way down, but they were killed and we kept going. At the bottom, we found some Dwarven tombs. The earliest date we could find on them was 1700 years ago.

We kept going until we came to another cavern with these giant puffball mushrooms. I told the boys to be silent as I scouted ahead to check what the clacking sounds were. I had a fair idea, but seeing it confirmed it. It was Hook Horror. But this one only had one hook. Even with just one, it would be tough to take on. As it was, it had already hunted and went on its way. Seems there were Trogladites down here, too. I advised the boys that we should leave this particular cavern for another day.

We went down another passage into yet another cavern, and this one reeked. We founded a lot of passages down this cavern but we decided to check the barricaded one. There was a Trogladite watching us and we knew it was a trap. We decided to spring it anyway and then another appeared and released a brown bear on us! We killed the bastards and I somehow managed to calm the bear down so it wouldn’t attack us. As I was doing this, we were attacked from behind by what seemed like the whole damn tribe and a lizard pet on the roof.

We fought defensively and backed away, although we had some miscommunications along the way. Apparently the lizard had a sticky tongue and tried to throw me from the ground. I didn’t let that happen and we slowly retreated. Even when they sent the bear in to fight, it clearly didn’t want to.

We somehow got to the surface, on the far side of the mountain. We were alive, ad that was what mattered. Once we were healed up, we’d fight our way back in. This was a Dwarven mountain and there was no way in hell would I let those things infest it any longer than they already had.

36-39 Korimaril, Pass of 3820: The Bull, the Bear, and the Wolf
Expedition Update: Dummockton – Basilia, Azgan

37 Korimaril, 3820
After an uneventful month of westerly travel from the human town of Dummockton we wintered in Darren’s Rest. There we met a bard with tales of dwarven refugees in the Basilia hills. It was decided that these rumours were worth investigation and as soon as the thaw made travel possible we departed with this destination in mind.

Several weeks later it became apparent that we were going to need to detour for supplies, but as we were so close to our destination we decided to split the party between gathering supplies and investigating the Basilia Hills.

Aeric and myself ventured south with the wagon to stock up. After a two days travel, we encountered some Romani humans by the side of the road. With our chest of gold concealed in the wagon and their reputation for theft we decided to give them a wide birth. This as it turned out was a grave mistake.

We rested for the night at the Bull and Bear; A human tavern of relatively sturdy construction although our rest was short-lived before we came under attack. A number of wolves led by a half-man, half-wolf monster burst in and managed to drag away a couple of humans before we were able to fight them off. We were assisted by a human woman with a giant sword and another human mage.

We were able to determine that the attackers were werewolves and likely to return for the next few nights during the full moon. Unable to reach anywhere safe before nightfall we decided to fortify the tavern and wait for them to come back. We spent the daylight hours boarding windows, creating fire bombs and gathering wolvesbane.

When they returned we were ready for them and managed to kill several of the beasts with minimal human casualties.

We have another day of respite before their inevitable return. I only hope it will be enough.

38 Korimaril, 3820
It’s day three of the siege and a bunch of the weaker-willed humans decided to try their luck in the open. Fools. We hoped they would make a more attractive target for the wolves. Wrong again.

By nightfall we had re fortified the windows and the mage had finished his concoction to coat the weapons with. What few humans remained were now armed with silver sling bullets. We felt like we stood a chance tonight and as night fell we resumed our vigil.

Several hours later the wolves struck, the sneaky bastards managed to get in through the basement without making so much as a squeak and killed a human before we even noticed them. As they burst forth from the kitchen the warrior woman proved her worth and quickly cleaved them both in twain. Then things took a turn for the worse.
The tricky bastards set the place on fire. Honestly, I’m surprised it took them this long to think of it. We retreated to the relative safety of the basement and were able to hold the fire’s progress from cooking us alive but the tavern would be no use as a defensible position the next night.

39 Korimaril, 3820
We were forced to retreat to the nearby mine, the only defensible position in close proximity. Hoping to find a safe spot to defend from we were instead confronted by a pair of Vorn. Dumathoin’s knowledge continues to flow through me, I have no idea how I could possibly have identified these twisted creatures, let alone talk to them! We negotiated a price for our rental of their cave mouth, turns out they like gems and gold as much as we do, although for a different purpose. In addition to the gold and gemstones, they have recruited us to help them clear out some Duergar tomorrow morning.

That task was pushed to the back of our mind though as we awaited the inevitable onslaught. Surely enough the wolves did come and for a fourth night we did hold them. This time only barely. We burned and stabbed and when the dust settled, they had retreated just seconds from our obliteration.

We sit here in the cave mouth, waiting for morning, and four weeks of less-than-full moons. Safe from the wolves for a while, but with a new possibly even deadly challenge at our feet. Hunt down nine dark dwarves or face the displeasure of at least two deadly monstrosities from another plane!

I never thought I’d say it, but I think we’re going to need help, even if it’s from humans.

37-40 Urmarillion, Pass of 3819: Welcome to Dummockton
Th Journey Home: Dragor Stoneheart, The Iron Fist's Personal Log

Log Entry 56, Day 37 of Urmarillion, Pass of 3819
The crew returned from the markets looking a bit roughed up, apparently they had a run in with some thugs lead by Flynn. This guy has messed with the wrong dwarf, mark my words I will make him pay for messing with my boys.

Henry informed us that Flynn works for Trenton Radley, a kind of king pin when it comes to the thuggery of the city. Flynn Is his right hand man and isn’t someone to take lightly, a piece of turd that needs to be wiped off The community’s boot heel.

Log Entry 57, Day 38 of Urmarillion, Pass of 3819
Late evening we awoke with the front of the workshop on fire, Flynn and a bunch of his dogs ambushed us as we tried to put out the fire. The lads fought well and we took it to Flynn’s scurvy pups. I gave Flynn a beating he won’t forget and we broke them in satisfied dwarven style. It brought a smile to my face to see them flee with their tails between their legs. Flynn is a slippery snake, under Orlaf’s guard he broke free and fled into the darkness. (Note to one self, not only Is Orlaf useless at negotiation he also couldn’t guard a goat out of a vegie patch. I am yet to see this Dwarfs gizzards, one thing is for sure he is handy in a fight)

Our satisfaction in winning the skirmish was short lived, as we soon realised Henrys grand daughter Alice was kidnapped right from under our noses as we
were battling with Flynn’s dogs. A perfect diversion, bloody fool I am, I should have seen it coming.

We pursued Flynn’s thugs under Ra’s tracking guidance this lead us to their hide out. A large tanning factory heavily guarded. We informed the Night watch of what had transpired and asked them to assist. We had no choice but to retreat back to Henrys and try to form a plan of rescue/retaliation.

I have let Them down, it can’t happen again. Alice must be returned to her grandfather and Flynn must die.

Later that morning a girl arrived with a ransom note stating a time and place to meet for the following afternoon as well as 1/10th of our hoard as payment. We decided after long discussion to gather as much information as possible before proceeding to the hand over location

I found a hound breeder in town, not the best pup I have ever seen but the best I could find here under such a short notice. Never the less a good Guard dog, solid in size and loyal to my commands. Black in colour wide mouthed and well muscled frame. I shall call him Harek (Small Axe) He will guard our goods from now on.

Orlaf goes off on one of his soul missions of stubbornness to gather information from patrons at The Guilded LIlly tavern. He doesn’t seem To conform well to leadership but this time he actually gathered important information that lead us to a valuable contact. Orlaf met up with this contact called Oliver, sounds like he was the former thieves’ guild leader looking to reinstate his guild back into power. They struck up a deal where Oliver will supply us with illegal weapons we can use as well as a way into the thieves base through the sewer system. In return we have to give him a ledger that Trenton Radley holds; with in the ledger apparently there is information that would be incriminating to the current duchy. For the time been we decide not to act with ill content to Flynn and his crew until after the exchange has been done. Once Alice is safe we will teach these scum bags a lesson they will never forget.

Log Entry 58, Day 39 of Urmarillion, Pass of 3819
We went to the designated hand over location which was a large warehouse full of various crates stacked to the rafters. Fynn and 6 of his thugs were there waiting for us with Alice in tow. Upon entry Ra found a spot to hide and cover our retreat if needed.

After the exchange Flynn betrayed his word and set upon us in large numbers. We tried to retreat back towards the entrance where Ra was in hiding but were cut off by another group of thugs.

Orlaf went down gravely injured and Aeric lost his footing, I had no choice, I had to act quickly, I couldn’t leave my brethren AerIc. Orlaf might not be of my clan and I am still not convinced of his loyalty or motive but he is one of my lads now and I will not abandon him either.

In order To save our lives I offered Flynn a bribe I new he wouldn’t refuse. I offered him 2 bars of gold for him and 1 for his thugs in exchange for our freedom. Thank the gods he took the bait.

We gave them the gold, Orlaf was healed and we limped away liking our wounds and our pride.

Log Entry 59, Day 40 of Urmarillion, Pass of 3819
Time for revenge.

We met Oliver, got weapons, sewer map and intel on Trent Radleys compound.
We headed into the sewers with a new found fire in our bellys. Flynn and his dogs will pay for our injustice.

We knew there was a creature within the sewers that we had to pass to make The Tannery but I don’t think any of us were truly prepared for the beast that tore into our ranks. The creature a crawler, had tentacles of blinding speed that stunned most of our crew. We bravely fought on and eventually slayed the beast. I believe if it wasn’t For my brother’s quick thinking & magical rocks we wouldn’t have survived.

Why didn’t you take the crownAzgan? You may not know it brother but you are a worthy king.

The gods watch over us.
We entered the court yard of the tannery. Ra set to starting fires at the opposite end as a distraction for the guards which worked marvellously. We sat in wait for their leader Radley to exit his room but upon opening his door he stayed with in and did not exit. I took initiative and entered the room to engage him. Aerik & Orlaf barrage him with fierce attacks and push him back into the room, only to be turned unconscious by the words he spoke. The man was a caster of magic, we couldn’t afford To let him cast again.
At this stage Flynn appeared at the top of the stairs, I saw red and charged him; knocking his filthy ass down the stairs to land in a heap. Azgan then sets Flynn on fire with some oil flask, burn pig.

I re-enter the room finished Radley, retrieve our loot, the ledger and we made a run for the sewers. Unfortunately the town watch moved in and started arresting everyone. Only Azgan and I didn’t make it to the safety of the sewers and also wind up in the clink.
The crew smartly negotiated our release with the duchy using the ledger as the bargaining tool. Thank the gods it worked.

We said our goodbyes to Henry and Alice and as discreetly as possible packed up our wagons and left.

We may not have cleared the town of all the scum it holds but at least we rescued Alice and as I promised put Flynn 6 feet under. Rot in the Nine Hells dog.

My Crew

Azgan is still my soul compass, wouldn’t know what I would do without his guidance and steady hand.

Aeric; three words come to mind: Strong, sturdy, reliable. A true Dwarven warrior.

Ra may still be young and act without thought at times, but my sister has clearly proven she is an important part of our crew. A proud older brother I am. Keep growing little bird.

Orlaf, I am still not sure of his motives and his thoughts, his strange opinions were cast from a different dwarf mould that’s For sure. But I have to say I am starting to think his diversity of character is actually a plus for our crew. Throughout the last few days he has gained important intel (even if it was obtained through methods I would not approve) that were imperative to our survival. For a man of the cloth he sure is a powerful warrior, I am glad he fights our fight.

32-37 Urmarillion, Pass of 3819: The Abode of Abraxas
Ranina's Diary

Well, we had to spend a few days recovering. It took a little while but eventually everyone was well enough to finish our little expedition into that old monastery on the hill. It was a damned creepy place, but hey, we need gold to continue our quest. Somehow, I doubt we can retake our Mountain with just the five of us. But I digress. That’s a story for another time.

We were stopped by a rusted gate, but that was soon resolved whenDragor decided to axe it down. As we walked down, it was known to be a burial chamber. To each their own, I suppose. If they want to be buried under a creepy monastery then good for them. There were two ways to go and there was nothing at the end of each so we went through the main arch way. Above, there was some sort of demonspeak. Not even Azgan could decipher the writing. We found a stone door in the floor, which was checked for traps and when none was found, down we went. We travelled down a fair way before we came across a round room. The same demonspeak appeared and I noticed it had some similar characters to the writing above.

As we cross the centre of the room, well that’s when shit got interesting. Skeletons decided to bloody crawl out the damn floor. I did try and shoot them but I soon realised I needed something to smash them with. Azgan decided to try and turn them by jumping onto the disc in the centre of the floor. It seemed he failed because they kept coming. The fight went on for some time, ending up with Azgan and I in the tunnel and the others doing some sort of shield wall and picking them off one by one. I honestly have no idea what happened with them, being distracted myself with skeletons. In the end, they were all smashed to pieces and we continued onwards.

As we go deeper, we find that it was getting warmer. It may have been a natural spring, or more demon magic. But I did find metal sheeting that was hot to the touch. It seemed like, when activated correctly, it would dump boiling water on you. There was a drain as well, but nothing of interest was there so we went into the room. It was full of demonic paintings and six arm like things leading up to platforms. To cut a long story short, Orlof stepped on one, it clicked down and Dragor decided we should all step on one to see if that would open the door. Dragor also decides to wedge Azgan’s chisel into the platform no one was on.
Now, remember what I said about the boiling water? Well that’s coming back to bite our asses now. The water crashed into the room, rising slowly. Needless to say, those who had fallen off had to get on new ones. Dragor shared one with me which was a very delicate balancing act. Azgan and Aeric were on their own and poor Orlof fell off his. He had to swim in the boiling water and cling onto the door ledge. In the end, the water receded and the door opened. We had to rest for a little while to recover.

We went further down and eventually, we figured out the next part was a maze. Even more demonspeak appeared, with ever changing symbols. Regardless, we took the system of only turning left. It seemed to work as we eventually did get out. Before we did, we were attacked by a goddamn zombie ogre. I took axes from Aeric and used them. Dragor eventually came up from behind the ogre and after a short battle, it was beaten into nothing. Damn thing wouldn’t be getting up again anytime soon.

We came across a broken bridge soon after and that was the only way across. We spent some time debating what to do but in the end, Aeric climbed down, hopped across and back up the other side with a rope attached. It made a sort of singular rope bridge. We all mdae it across safely, except Dragor had a little accident and swung around like a pendulum first before scrambling up. Privately, it was most amusing once he was safely across.

We finally came across what seemed to be the ‘final’ room. It had a large gold statue at the end which I thought could be worth tens of thousands of gold. That was enough for me. Yes, there were a few channels of water leading to a large pool at the base of the statue but I honestly didn’t give a shit. I didn’t step into the pool, though. I decided to experiment and knock a chalice off the bench. Dragor got angry and sent me to the back but, while he was busy, I went back to smack the statue. Again, I got in trouble but I learnt what I wanted. To cut a long part short, we mucked about looking for traps, found none, then Orlof stood in the pool and activated the statue.

Again, not to bore you with the details, we beat down the statue and discovered it was brass covered with an inch of gold. That was rather depressing but hey, gold is gold. Orlof found the hidden exit and we spent some time hauling up back up to our cart. Once it was all out, it took a few days to completely recover in Copperpot before we headed off to the human city of Dummockton. It took 3 days of traveling but we got there eventually. By then I had gotten used to the weird looks those humans were giving us.

We do manage to get in after some negotiation with the guards and the markets… they were a bustle of humans yelling and talking and in such a rush. I almost wanted to leave and go back to anywhere that wasn’t here. But, we pushed through and try to find someone who can separate the brass from the gold. The first day, we had no success and slept in the cart at the local inn. The next day, we found some information to go see Henry Campion. I wasn’t paying too much attention to the negotiations but in the end, he did agree and I do suppose we offered to help make his forge a little better. Nothing like a bit of Dwarven elbow grease to get things going.

Anyway, that’s the end of this particular leg… I’m sure there will be more, provided I’m not dead.


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