Tales of the survivors of Stonebar.

[Stonebar]

Good Ogre of Lathlander?!? and the dead finding an honorable rest at long last death.

This is the story from Revenark Stonehold and Shields Perspective. This is not written, or told in this way, but is information that’s compiled from those around them. The tale is pieced together, with bits and pieces from others words to fill gaps in the story.

The Dwarf Revenark Stonehold stroked his long black beard, the signs of graying just setting in , adjusting the old worn golden beard clasps while speaking with the Dwarf Shield obviously the two have a long history with each other. Shield was remarking on how it was good to stand side by side on the battle field once more. Revenark agreeing with vigor. They had then drifted into old stories of the past, and catching upon recent times. When Strifire Dragonheart, a man that Revenark had met just the other day walked toward them saying they needed a few more people to aid a Lathlander priest in his trek, and keeping him safe from harm. Happy for some activity Revenark and Shield readily excepted. The trek came to an end at a beach on the Sword coast south of Candle keep a few hours march south of the old Ironfaar ruins at a sea side cave. and asked that the people he was to meet with might be scared by readied weapons, and asked if we might put them away for now. This was as one would expect brought about quick objections, most notably from the two Dwarves. Yet this Priest’s very nature of character some how won out. Many adventurers just concealed weapons, others had them half drawn, and being skilled warriors they could draw their weapon with lighting speed. As their eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the cave a surprising sight that the even these suspicious adventures would never had guessed in an Elves life time. Three Ogre stood around the priest just having ended a brief prayer to Lathlander and stood without weapons of any kind. Words flew, accusations of a trap, dark rituals, and the demand of answers abounded. The shock at this insanity could be felt. The priests spoke words that were full with companion, and kindness. His very calming nature stayed the adventurers blades just long enough for him to ask for a chance to explain.

The Priest gave a story of him being captured by Ogres and was to be that nights food. He said the Ogre saw felt his words deeply, and so inspiriting where these that it convert these Ogre to Lathlander! They supposedly changed their ways and wished to walk the road of kindness and repentance. They apologized for all sorts of crimes. As Revenark had given his word to aid the priest, and being a man of his word let the Priest present his case as much as it wrought his stomach. The Priest even wished us to sneak these Ogre into the temporary temple of Lathlander where said they would be safe! The Ogre had become nervous do to the obvious fire in the Dwarves eyes, and must have felt repenting and apologizing about the Dwarves they had killed in the past. It took every thing and more to keep from hacking the beast in two, and the look Shield said he obviously agreed. Revenark knew the Ogre would die, it was now a fact that must be seen to for any Dwarf worth his beard and honor. Though how much more could be learned, the adventures held the entrance so no escaping for the Ogres, and they were on a roll in revealing their past sins. How much more would the Ogres speak of? Where their tribe was? What alliances they had, our even if they knew where the Duergar responsible for the Ironfaar clan hold were based. Shields and Revenarks eyes were dark, as if they wear the face of death, the reaper awaiting the time of justices. The agonizing restraint was rewarded though, as one Ogre offered as a gift of repentance the bones of the fallen Dwarves for proper burial. There were six sets of bones four Dwarves and two Elves. Revenark said to that Ogre he would be “rewarded“ his voice was cold and methodic. Get done now Priest, he yelled, holding back the emotion that welled up inside as he look upon the bodies Dwarven families that were denied the chance to bury their sons. He would not reveal such for it would show a sign of weakness. Revenark turned catching Shields eyes and both knew it was time, their honor bound word to this Priest was more then met. Justice, family, kin and honor demanded action!

Revenark tossed a war mace to the ground at the feet of the Ogre. Your reward for showing these bones so the rights of Dumathoin can be given, is something you could never find in life, a death as a man and not a beast. Pick it up Monster! The Ogre apprehensively took the mace up. The battle was brief, and the Ogre fell dead. There was no chance to even look to the other two Ogre as they had moved forward slightly, and Shield quickly removed one of their legs, and it bleed out quickly, Stirfire less then a second after ran the Ogre through to the hilt spelled it’s end, and making Shields final death cleave satisfyingly easy. The other adventurers struck down the last Ogre with the surprising speed that only battle hardened veterans could.

The priest quickly threw him self on the first Ogre vainly trying to heal the wounds that were far to deep for torn robes to help. He railed against the adventurers. Then in his rage and sorrow he left the cave.
One of the woman was now distraught over something the priest had said, as it seemed to suggest he knew her farther who was long lost, and now feared she would never know. She accused the two Dwarves of seeking revenge, not thinking, barbarism and the like. The two Dwarves heard little of it as they attended to their kins bones. They would encountered her again soon after leaving that cave for the long trek ahead. She would explain to the two Dwarves the reason for her rage, and that she spoke in despair. The Dwarves knowing that family is every thing to their people, and so understood her pain and took no offence in her past words.

The two Dwarves would often speak later to any who would listen that Strifire Dragonheart was a man of great honor, offering to aid us in this sacred duty. They would be much surprised at the respect and honor he gave such a task. He would trek alone the many miles to a lighthouse to retrieve rope and tarps and other things needed to wrap each set of bones separately and bind them secure enough to handle the rigors of such a long journey to the city of Elves. Strifire works diligently to help build the frame work, and wrap the Elven bodies with detailed focus. They used broken chairs and casks from some past use as a framework through out the night. So distracted by our Kin we had not thought at first about the two Elves until Strifire brought it up. The Dwarves would take two sets of Dwarven bones each ,and Strifire the two Elves. The trek through ruff terrain and thick forests meant a very long journey to reach their destination.

Upon reaching the Elf home they seek out those of the Kraak Helzak, and those of Doron Amar who can give the honor at long last to the dead.