Kingdom of Kraak Helzak Role Play (IC)

[Bagnose]

Sitting in the lounge of the Keep at the OSR, Bagnose has another ale. Rand has been keeping an eye on him, but he seems more sad then fiesty. There are eleven empty tankards on the table in front of him, and twelve is being nursed as Bagnose grumbles... On his way to the chapel, sir John notices Bagnose sitting by himself, and so he walks over to see if everything is all right.

"Baggy, you ok?"

"Bah leave me be ye long-legged creiton!" he bellows through slurred speach. "Im not be needin yer pity!" John, now used to the Dwarves who live (sometimes) in the Keep, pulls up a chair and sits beside him. "Bah! Yer nae sittin here without a drink in front of ye!" Bag waves his half full tankard in front of John. John motions to Rand for a mug of "the usual" - Angus' Steeped Tea. Rand, recognizing that John is placing himself in an awkward position puts the tea in a tankard and places it on the table with a thud in front of the knight. John nods his thanks.

"What is troubling you my friend?" he asks in a firm, yet understanding tone that says he is not going to be scared off that easily.

"Bah! Tis nothin! Just had me arse handed to me that's all!" John notices that there are several gouges in Bagnoses armour - looking like he had been stabbed several dozen times by a blunt-ended stick.

"What attacked you?" John braces himself for the reply. Having had Dwarven visitors for some time now he knows that the answer might be strange, grotesque, vulgar, or all three...

Bagnose looks John straight in the eye and stands up to put his face as close to Johns as he can. "Ye can't laugh!" he says. Laugh an I'll bash ye good!" His eyes crossed slightly, and definitely unfocussed, Bagnose slumps back into his chair, belches loudly, farts even louder, and a big tear rolls down his cheek. "Blasted woodpecker...."

Too confused to laugh, John tilts his head to one side, "A woodpecker did this to you?"

Slamming the table with a fist, Bagnose roars back, "I telled ye NO LAUGHING! It was nae a normal woodpecker! First there were these little fellers, big for woodpeckers but nothing that you couldn't put in a stew pot. I was bashin dem happily as I had just bashed about four nexts o wyvrens an I was feelin frisky. When all of a sudden da mudder o all woodpeckers comes screamin down the hill at me. At first I though it was gonna be fun, bring on da big pecker, but den tings went really really bad." he stops and drains the last of his ale and balances the mug on his head, with no hands. Apparently this is some kind of non-verbal signal between Bagnose and Rand because Rand immediately pours another ale and walks it calmly over to him, and takes the empty tankard off of his head. John watches silently with raised eyebrows, and Bagnose continues. "So 'e, er she started to peck through me armour. Through it! an I thought, whoa dis is bad, so I runned up da hill into bergost to get meself a potion or two, an when I returned thot maybe I fight wit two axes, ferget da shield an jus bash dat woodpecker until dere is nuttin but feathers left." He takes a long drink on ale number thirteen but can't finish the tankard in one go so he puts it down and has a slightly disappointed look on his face. Belching, he continues. "Arroop! So I bash it good, I mean I give it all I got. Im hitting it right, Im hittin it left, I come up underneath it..." at this point he gets up and demonstrates the move to John with an air-axe. Swooshing and leaping Bagnose crashes first into the table then onto the floor. Getting up a little dazed he continues with a quaver in his voice, "Ya, like dat! JUS like dat... and it didnt matter. The mudder an about forty o da little ones are all peckin da crap outta me an I says, enuff o dis so I hoof it back to Bergost. I telled da guards but dey jus laughed and I layed down a minute or to ta catch me breath. I wanted to come back and get Rev, or Terra, or Matty an go an bash the thing, but I be too embarassed." Real tears now roll down his cheeks and he shakes them off. "Bah, stoopid woodpeckers!" He grabs the tankard and in one coup-de-grace stands up and tries to drink it all. Most of it gets in his eyes, beard, and down the front of his armour rather than in his mouth, but he doesn't seem to care as he loses his balance and not so gracefully starts to fall backwards. His arms pinwheel madly for a second and a resigned look comes over his face andhe gives up and lets gravity take over. John could have sworn his buddy Baggy was snoring BEFORE he hit the floor, but he would never say anything.

Motioning to Rand to help, the two men drag the Dwarf to his room to let him sleep it off. John goes to take off the Dwarves armour, and Rand's eyes fly wide open and he shakes his head vigorously, "Nae sir, don't do that. The last time someone tried to part a Dwarf from his armour I had to send for a healer to restore an arm... Better leave him be." John lets go and the Dwarf slumps heavily on the wooden floor, snoring loudly. Rand exits quietly and motions for sir John to follow which he does, post haste.

Closing the door, John shakes his head, "Dwarves..." and he and Rand share a knowing look.

[Mendoza]

After hearing the King's announcement, every dwarf in the hall took up cheers, all voicing their hearty approval. Around the Kraak, word spread quickly that the dwarves would be marching south to Ironfaar Keep . . Justice was soon on the mind of every citizen.

Not a single forge went cold that night and every anvil sang as the stouts of Kraak Helzak began preparations to march.

[Maverick 40]

Meeting of the Northern Elves and Kraak Helzak

The elves of Dharasha moved before the giant stone bridge of their Dwarven allies. Long had the elves of Dharasha and the dwarves of Clan Helzak shared strong relations and with the fall of Triel the alliance between these northern guilds was never more important. The dwarves absence from the battle had the Paladins of the human city calling out in protest but when the dwarves came to entreat the allies as to the bandit blockades dashing the Dwarven relief force, the Elves had known all to well the truth of this matter.

The Elves and Dwarves had been in communication on this matter for sometime since, with the bandits still patrolling the roads and grinding trade to a halt. The elves felt ever more threatened with their mortal enemies the Orcs now firmly entrenched across the High Moor from them and the whispers of Zhentish power growing while the Dukes turn a blind eye. So, finally they met to discuss these matters.

The elves left visibly upset with talk of Dwarven priorities being called elsewhere. Some of the elves spoke of outsiders and the need for strict self reliance. In the end, they moved back to their forest and it will be there that they now must stay, as the roads grow more dangerous, it seems they must now look to each other only for support.

[flipside43]

A courier departs in the night from the Order of Silver Rose Keep, destined for Kraak Helzak with a letter addressed to the King.

///pm sent

[Maverick 40]

An elven messenger appears before the gates of Kraak Helzak, the doors of the Knights of the Silver Rose and the bridge of Doron Amar. A falcon is also seen circling the southern Sharp Teeth woods. These messengers leave a note:

"Allies Against the Rising Darkness in the North,

Our enemies grow strong and we have done nothing. It is time this comes to an end. We shall meet at the river Boareskyr on the next full moon. Send your finest warriors, arcanists and scouts. They should come prepared for their strengths will be tested to their limits.

*signed*
Laisren Ua Tiernan
Ahk'aegis of Dharasha"

(( OK, we need to get together and get some combat practice in guys. All those who wish to partake out of these groups may sign up by posting below in an IC response to the message. I will send you the date and time there after.

I will be running the first session this week but any subsequent combat trainings thereafter may be run by your guilds. Let's get this ball rolling and have some fun with it.

It will be a RP session that will be combat focused. Bring your A game for both ))

[7threalm]

Dolinar returns to Kraak Helzak muttering profanitys and curses with an arrow in his leg and beard halfway singed off.

see what the longshanks are up they say,
see what the elves are up to they say,
see what the dragons are up to they say,

dem longshanks can stick to em selves good riddence....hopefully dey kill em selves off..

[7threalm]

A new Aid to the king has step forward to lead Kraak Helzak into the future,

All Glory and Praise to "Revenark Stonehold" to taking to task few can do.

[LISA100595]

HERE HERE !! Matilda bangs her axe against her shield and Cheers!

[Stonebar]

Revenark stands humbled, putting on his stoic face as if donning a familiar armor. Not celebrating, other then the large mug of ale downed in one gulp, unlike the normally light drinker (for a Dwarf).

"I will respect and never give the king pause for trusting me with this responsibility. I'm a servant to me Clan and King, and now to the Dwarves of Kraak Helzak, and king Battlehammer as well. Kraak Helzak is filled with our brothers and sisters in arms great and noble to the Kin, I am but one of the many Dwarves that bring life into theses halls."

[mrm3ntalist]

It was said by the king o' the dwarfs, that his kin-folk should gather in force.
All the dragons need die, do not pass a one by
In the tavern we'll mount them o' course.

So the soldier of Kraak Helzak went, and the mages' and clerics' skills lent.
From the north to the south, they looked death in the mouth
The demise of the wyrms their intent.

In the north they did find a large black, it was down underground through a crack.
In a swamp down below, oh the dwarves they did go
And the big ole' dark dragon they'd hack.

After that they moved down to a keep, where another black dragon did sleep.
Into Durlag's they charged, found a dragon, not large
And it's body they left in a heap.

The steward then led them south still, past a mountain to a lake and a hill.
Down into a crypt, did the dwarven host slip,
To the dead boney dragon they'd kill.

Then the warband turned north once again, all weary the women and men.
Up the peak they did scale, while the snow flurried pale,
At the top they did find the White's den.

The ragged band worn now and weary, but their temperament upbeat not dreary,
They assaulted the white, to put end to his blight,
But they should have been a little more leery.

The mighty white did have his way, but the dwarves they did manage to away.
A harsh lesson did they learn, but they vowed to return,
And they went back a week to the day.

The Dwarves o' the Kraak they did go, way down south to the lands o' the snow.
There they met a white wyrm, and his tail it did squirm
When the dwarf-folk did butcher this foe.

A mighty celebration did ensue, with the ale and the wine and the stew.
The dwarves did their king proud, and they partied quite loud,
With a toast for each dragon they slew.

Running up the Hill




Last Orders by Revenark



The Great White is surrounded...



and taunted...



and finally slain!



They share the loot...



And run to the nearest Inn to spent it all on Ale!

[=Thunderbolt=]

Armored man bearing the silver cross cloak approaches the hold of the dwarves. He heads inside and greets the guards at the gates. He hands one of them a letter bearing the seal of the company. He ask it to be delivered to proper authority and leaves with a respectful bow of head. The letters bears the following message.

"Greetings honorable dwarves of Kraak Helzak. The Silver Shield mercenary company has plans to build a defensive keep and now we are looking for craftsmen to build it for us. The dwarves skill in stonemansory is famed and superb so we would like to negotiate a contract between us for the work to be done. If you find this proposal possible, please send a reply to innkeeper Bentley of Friendly Arms Inn. May The Watcher watch over you."

[mrm3ntalist]

Olaf has been spending most of his time alone recently. Away from his family, friends and clan. What transpired a couple of weeks ago, failing to protect two of his kin which lead to their deaths, continues to haunt him. The physicals marks are evident on his body and face. He lost vision on his right eye. But that was not all. What was eating his soul away, was the shame he felt for failing to protect his kin. A shame he brought not only to himself but his clan as well.

At first he tried to overcome this by praying to his god. That didnt work and the next step was Dwarven Ale. Lots of it...He tried to drown his sorrow but that only had momentary results and more troubles. He was involved in brawls with others and was daily found by guards passed out. All that till the guards informed his close friend Matilda. At first she smacked Olaf around, the way she only knows and called him many names. When she heard his story though, she felt sorry for him. Knowing him to well, she could tell that this would be his end, since Olaf would never be able to overcome the shame he felt. She knew there was only one way, he would feel useful again... Only one way for him to have a purpose in his life... That is why she whispered in his ear that it was time, time for the Slayer Vows to be taken...

[lorekeeper]

A dwarf and two swordsman stumble from the hilltop ruins.

The dwarf is heard bellowing about belly crawling in tunnels and losing "me mind."

He is soon making noisy preparations for something at the campground nigh the bridge setting up a coal fired cooking pot and manhandling kegs of ale.

Local lads and lasses are hired to tell all dwarven kin. "Atz, right. A new dwarf in town is having a "lobsta feest, bring yer own hamma!"

EST 2pm TODAY ! !

[Karond]

Some rumours have spread from dwarven traders visiting Baldurs Gate, that two dwarven patrols have gone missing close to Kraak Helzak. The dwarves are deeply concerned.

[NegInfinity]

A red-haired tiefling named Raven dressed in mostly orange clothes, approaches Kraak Helzak and asks guard if she can talk to someone about construction project.
((OOC: Raven Devilscry

*to guard* Hello there. *grins*

I have an idea here... a construction project of sorts. It involves magma. You (dwarves) are experts on magma, right? Want to know how much something like that would cost to build, before I start looking for land.

And of course I would pay consultation fee, should you request it. *grins* Reasonable one. Here are the details.


She offers sealed letter to guard.

((OOC: PM sent to the group with contents of the letter