Ole'grum Silveraxe *story fo the clan hold*

[narcaleptic]

*dated feb 2010 Grum silveraxe age 132 The fall of are clan*
Meh history is grim lads, but there once be a time when dwarves of the silveraxe clan were strong, ye story starts in a land far from yer realm of baldur's gate a sea away in a land called grendep *inhales deeply* I can almost be smelling the stone of ye jaggedstone mountains fresh as if I stand on there peaks once agian. be it ye good old days when are clan numbered in ye thousands we mined and crafted are smithing work, best in the lands life was peaceful... blind to the evil that be lurking below evil without a name worshippers of ye spider queen herself. They came with steel and magic unknown ter are world above war.. never be it a word taken lightly. They emerged from many cave complexes durring the night fer ye most part we was raging war fer many years before are final stand. There be it a proficey was told near are end... when hope was gone. One would be born bearing a birthmark of ye axe of truesilver are devoted dwarven god, tha child would grow ter heal, tha child would grow ter kill and lead the silveraxes ter victory... or so it was told. I Grum silveraxe am one of ye last survivors of the silveraxe clan, within ye last stand are leader... my father smited down all ye cave complexes that took many years to build blocking any passage from below.... killed himself in ye process.... caves collapsed behind him...left mehself in charge.. I wasnt ready fer it. nonye less i took up meh role as clan leader... wha few of us be left.. fighting started in ye clan and divided we become, some felt i was not fit to lead... and mabye they where right. Another attack of drow came seemed not all entrances from ye underdark where collapsed they took us off guard and slautered most ye remaining silveraxe dwarves before we could stop em, lost are clan hold in tha battle long wit the clan relic and treasures. rebuilding was no longer an option are clan set sail east only a few made ye trip including myself, weapons master beardy and a few clan guards after many years I found myself here with but ye old beardy silveraxe at my side the last of us.... only time shall be telling the rest of my story and one day.. mabye my clan will be restored ter its former glory I fersaken truesilver and have taken up Silvanus as my guide hopefully in ye years to come he will prove to serve me better than truesilver.... we believed in him and when ye clan needed him most he abandoned us! *says with a tone of anger that runs deep into his bones*
aye lad ye clan will flourous once more agian I swear it by all that I am.... by ye time meh beard grows back I swear i'll have changed somthin... *cuts his beard off* silveraxe will return and the blackskins from beneath will pay fer ye evil acts in ways you cannot comprehend.

*dated march 2010 Grum silveraxe age 153, Trip to the underdark for vengence*
Legs quake from underneath almost faultering but yet they keep moving ....
the air is not filled with such stench anymore... I must be near the surface agian... ohh the light be it must I see, for the days weeks and months of tunnels cloud my eyes... I cannot see what was once there before .... my eyes fail me, all I see now is darkness........ A gleam shines on the tunic of a flaming fist ahh I can see once more only could it be the piercing light from the world above ..... the tunnel narrows.. I cannot smell the filth of drow anymore, they must have lost my tracks... by Silvanus the nightmare is over guide me be it to the light... the light above.... and after.... tha forest.... *passes out* *flaming fist guard stands over Grum silveraxe*

*dated april 2010 age 153 Born anew in the service of*
I joined ye flamin fist terday, I be workin in there company patrolin ye roads keepin a eye on things.... nothing much happens round ere compared to home, quiet and peaceful fer ye most part, with tha occational arrest of a drunkerd or hothead.. time passes... It be meh birthday terday 154 years young, meh beard be getin longer... hells one day it might even be down to meh feet! har!

*the journal goes blank for some time and the pages begin to wear*

*dated apirl 2012 age 186 Faith in the eyes of a hafling*
Found somthin worth speakin of in ye last few months, met mehself a hin named inashy smaller than a pint of ale har! but she be havin ye fire I once did, Said she grew up in ye gates worken fer mechants deliverin equipment. Shop owner trainer er in ye sword and did it well might i be addin. aint never thought much fer ye lil half pints to be worth a dam in combat... but she seem ter prove meh wrong... mabye in meh older age i'm getin to grumpy Ye might say... hells be it frek em! I am ye way i am! if ye cant accept it than yer not good nuff fer meh! she reminds me of meh beardy good women, more guts than most.

[DM Galadriel]

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