Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Returning to the Hold from a brief day trip to the Gate, Adolamin would return with a large bundle of wands, making no effort to disguise it. He would then retreat to his quarters to test the integrity of them in preperation.

As the joined and Dwarven-led forces of Kraak Helzak are split in two, a solemn guardian takes defense and hold upon the bridge-gate, that nothing smaller than a Stout—or a very compromised Human-sized being—could pass around the Iron form.

/// Crashing out and stuff...perhaps I'll get back online. Hurgon's effort for the Event.

Hurgon of clan Wyrmstone, granted Iron form by the spirit power of the Deep Mountain, held his position of defense on the Kraak Helzak bridge-gate, as his fellow Stouts abandoned him and fled inside the mine doors. Courage and faith in protecting the dwarves of the Holy Anvil was all that mattered...and the tower guards tell rumor of how the last sight seen of Hurgon alive, was facing the Troll Queen, left to his own.
Hurgon's body was discovered upon the bridge-gate, having fallen in battle protecting the Kingdom. His body would be healed, and his soul called back from the spirit realm...but his body would not stir with life energy.

Osna Bluestone was said to have taken the now soul-less shell down to the altar of Dumathoin, to place the spirit of Hurgon at the call of his Lord, the Silent Keeper.

In the aftermath of the battles, a mere day later a medium sized dragon and small dragon are seen around Troll Claws. The dragon seems lost, but would lay waste to trolls around it. The creatures prowl ever closer to Kraak Helzak, intent on making their way there.

In the aftermath of the battle an old silverbeard stands sentinel at the edge of the ruined bridge. The wind sending wisps of stray hairs fluttering about. An intricate warhammer planted at his feet palms resting on the pommel the figure watches as time cuts its slow grinding toll across the troll claws.

"Transcribed by Gendunor Silvereye for Krivi of Rockrun-

I, Krivi of Rockrun wish to extend a hand in alliance to Kraak Helzak in regards to the fighting of the devil threat from Dragonspear as well as hope to establish communications between the two great cities of the mountain. I will do so by maintaining a presence at Kraak Helzak, and to work between Rockrun and Kraak Helzak providing healing, protection, ore searching, and assisting in battles with those who disturb the balance or earth.

*Signed* Krivi Cardira"

*A note is given to Kraak Helzak for the council. It appears a Svirfneblin has came in search of assisting the dwarves after the events that unfolded battling the Troll army.*

Adolamin would be standing outside monitoring the demolition teams working at clearing the rubble and set in their work toward erecting the rope bridge. Whilst discussing plans with one of the supervising foreman he'd notice the svirf delivering the note, and nod with a smile at Gren, before returning his focus back to the foreman.

A letter is written in haste fueled by righteous fervor, handwriting slightly scrawled. The parchment is rolled tightly, perhaps crumpled slightly in the action of rolling and sealed with the golden wax and particular sigil of Lord Eldarian Al'maire. A mounted courier is dispatched from the Eastern Farmlands, turning his steed northward to gallop toward Kraak Helzaak with the message secured well in a saddlebag. A cloud of dust kicks up behind eager hooves as horse, rider, and letter make their way to the Dwarven keep.

[[ PM sent. ]]

The hooves of a warhorse pound against the northern road as it bends toward Kraak Helzak, it's rider displaying the symbol of the Order of the Radiant Heart proudly on the back of his cloak, bent on the task of bearing a message toward the Dwarven stronghold. Once arrived, the rider retrieves a scroll from his saddlebags which he hands over to those who meet him, the message characterized by parchment of obviously fine stock, the glimmer of dinstinctive golden wax, and the crest imprinted upon it denoting the origin of the message as the hand of Lord Eldarian Al'maire.

[[ PM Sent. ]]

*A letter is sent to the fortress of the Stout Folk with a red wax seal emblazoned with a flaming sword addressed to the leadership*

((pm Sent.))

artemitavik wrote:*A letter is sent to the fortress of the Stout Folk with a red wax seal emblazoned with a flaming sword addressed to the leadership*

((pm Sent.))

The messenger delivering the letter is met with a cautious stare by stationed crossbowmen, as they approach the rope-bridge that spans crevice to Kraak Helzak...were once stood a might stone bridge. Bearing a message, the runner is waved closer and a Stout herald graciously accepts the scroll.

The Herald would most likely inform the messenger to tell the originator to find comfort in his scroll properly reaching the Fortress of the Holy Anvil, and that it would brought before King and Assembly.

And if the Dwarves of the Kingdom of Kraak Helzak would need to answer...a reply would be made...but no sense of time was given.

*A messenger wearing the cloak of the Order of the Silver Rose arrives. She Hands a scroll bearing the Seal of the Order of the Silver Rose to the Guards at the gate*


//// PM sent

A dwarf clad in dark armour is seen entering Kraak Helzak, he pauses before the interior bridge, eyeing the two guards he states,

"I hear ye could use some additional soldiers, I be here to answer the call. I be Bolrak Ironsorwegyr, who ye gotta talk to, to be put to work?"