Kingdom of Kraak Helzak Role Play (IC)

[VanillaRose]

A sealed letter addressed to "King's Guard Grimm" makes its way to Kraak Helzak.

(( PM sent! Also, I mistakenly made this same post on the thread in the Guild forums, but I caught my error and rectified it by deleting the post. Apologies for any temporary inconvenience! ))

[rokranon]

A rolled up letter sealed in wax with the stamp of a phoenix rising from flame is sent to Kraak Helzak.

[7threalm]

A few dwarves from Kraak Helzak can be seen entering candlekeep, then exiting an hour later.

[7threalm]

Deep within the stronghold of kraak helzak, the dwarves gather around the sacred anvil, a recent attack by an undead force has put them on edge. Rumors are spreading like wild fire. More dwarven partrols are sent into the troll hills. The keep seems to be on high alert.

A relic of unknown power has been secreted away by the dwarves to be studied.

[7threalm]

An angry Duragin returns to kraak helzak seeking out the dwarf maxwell, he questions numerous dwarves about his location.

[Stonebar]

//A reminder...//

- - - The 2nd annual Kraak Helzak's Dragonmoot! - - -

Come one and all members of the Kraak Helzak family. Join in the great Dragon hunt. Teach those Dragons that hunt the people of the sword coast to fear Kraak Helzak and know that their is a price to preying on the good people of the land!

When you feast in the great halls of Kraak Helzak and drink beside your kin be not the one who simply listens to these mighty stories of battle, be the one telling them!

For the honor of family, clan, and Kraak Helzak join us for the great Dragonmoot!


//Saturday the 17th - 1 pm est (6 pm GMT). The event will be a long one so bring snacks, get comfy, and come hunt every dragon on the server!!! //
// This time tomorrow we will be 7 heads high in Dragons!!! //

[mrm3ntalist]

The slayer Olaf Gareif, has been seen gathering his gear and heading out of Kraak Helzak. He is not to be seen back in the near future.

[Kyrin_Fireheart]

A craggy dwarf, reminiscent of a walking tower of steel, is seen entering Kraak Helzak

Oi! I be new here. Tha name's Krag Earthenshield. Ifn ye need a good shield er a strong arm at yer side let me know!

Also, some long legga approached me with a gold bar with a strange mint on it. Dunno much about it so I was asked to see if ye lot knew anythin about it. shows a replica of the symbol on the gold bar

[mrieder79]

The Dwarven Deception

Gordul Frostbeard, Dirdire, Raz Mataz, and Durin Ironfaar were eating in the great hall when Maxwell called them to council. They were to meet with the sinister General of the undead armies to reply to his demands. Raz Mataz was called away on a matter of Gnome importance leaving the three dwarves to make their way through the troll claw hills eastward to an ancient fortress where scouts reported a portal had opened.

Upon reaching the summit of the fortress the three dwarves encountered the General, an immense, imposing figure of palpable power.

"Greetings Stout Kin. I come with an offer of peace and prosperity. I require weapons, and slaves, and am willing to pay handsomely for them."

The general motioned with his skeletal hand and two undead corporals brought forth a sack overflowing with gemstones.

"Take these gifts as a token of my goodwill," said the General. "There is more for you if you agree to my conditions."

"And what might those be?" asked Gordul Icebeard.

"I am amassing a great army and an army requires weapons and slaves. I know of your talent for smithing and am aware that you have slaves deep in your mines."

"Bah," spat Durin. "We've got no slaves. Whadderye talking bout?"

The spectre of a smile flashed across the undead face. "I believe you call them... gnomes."

"They're no slaves," said Dirdire. "They be our kin, and they work alongside us in the mines."

"Aye," said Durin, "And we're nae gonna be sellin em to ye!"

"Durin," whispered Gordul, "Shut yer trap. We got a plan. Just follow me lead." He turned to the General. "Aye General. Yer offer be fair and true. We'll get yer slaves. Then we kin discuss the weapons."

The general fixed the three dwarves with a piercing gaze that seemed to last for hours. At last he spoke. "Very well. Bring the slaves to me."

The trio of dwarves returned to the city where a priest of Gond waited with a platoon of mechanical exploding gnomes. The priest armed the gnomes to be activated with a secret word, Nol--the dwarven word for tongue, then sent them off to follow the expedition. Among the mechanical gnomes was an actual gnome, Araaga Ninetoes, who followed to strengthen the deception. Lotrik, Maxwell's bodyguard joined as well, guarding the flank of the gnome convoy through the treacherous wastelands of the Troll Claw Hills.

The company sheathed their weapons as they approached the fortress and Durin took the lead. As they mounted the stairs, something seemed amiss. The undead armies had moved to a lower part of the fortress with the General remaining at the top.

"He's not buyin' it," whispered Dirdire.

"Gotta keep goin now, lad. Nothin' for it," replied Gordul as he urged the mechanical gnomes up the steep stairs.

"Halt!" called the General as the dwarves reached the foot of the stairs. "I would have my soldiers inspect the gnomes before they approach me."

"Eh? Inspect? What fer?" asked Durin.

"Slave... tricks."

"BAh. These be the finest slaves in the land. Not a hair out of place." He rapped on the nearest gnome and a metallic clang sounded resounded in the couryard. "Heh... they even got helmets..."

The General's eyes narrowed and seeing their opportunity escaping, the dwarves began herding the gnomes up the stairs.

"Hold dwarves!" called the General, pointing a skeletal hand threateningly.

"NOL! Run lads!" yelled Durin!

The company scattered, all except Araaga Ninetoes. She remained in the company of the gnomes. Seeing a real gnome among the decoys fooled the undead and they closed in. Even the General stepped closer. A mechanical ticking sounded from within the chests of the gnomes and the General cocked his head to the side. Before he could step back, however, the gnomes exploded as one.

Undead were thrown high into the air, scattering across the ancient stone of the fortress. Bones snapped, spears shattered, and shields broke. The General himself was thrown backward and crackles of blue energy surged around him as, one by one, the massive explosion breached his protective wards. The General shuddered, clearly wounded, but retained the power to call upon his guards.

Undead poured through the portal as the remaining dwarves charged. The General spoke a word of magic and Durin Ironfaar and Dirdire were seized by a supernatural fear. Dierdere was cornered but Durin fled the field of battle, shamefully seeking shelter while his kin were overwhelmed by the horde of undead.

Lotrik and the dwarves fought valiantly but the undead were tireless. They drug the living down into the dirt and drove the life from their bodies. When the task was finished, the General pulled himself through the portal and called his undead with him.

Durin came to his senses several minutes after the battle and returned to see a gristly scene. Bones of the living and undead mingled in a heap. There was no sign of Aragaa, but he was able to recover the bodies of the others. A small detachment of undead remained and Durin quickly put them down then slowly hauled his comrades back to Kraak Helzak.


He gave a summary of the action in a report to Maxwell as well as the information that, while the blast did not kill the general, it did injure him and would likely buy some time. Araaga's sacrifice was also reported and a memorial planned for her burial.

[mrieder79]

Durin Ironfaar delivers a request from Terri Leilani regarding eploying stonemasons for Phoenix Company. Details of the arrangement are within and all the dwarves seem pleased with the compensation.

[mrieder79]

Durin Ironfaar barges into the council chambers, covered in mud and dripping troll blood from the axe slung across his back.

"Am I to understand we let the deader take a pass? Them longshanks scouts just told that one pass been taken and another be about to fall. Are we just gonna stand and let the deaders come? Eh? To War, my Kin. TO WAR! We need to act! Seal the pass, bash the deaders. We've no more time to wait!"



OOC: referencing this post: http://bgtscc.net/viewtopic.php?f=384&t ... 83#p613683

[mrieder79]

Hours passed with no decision or word from the council. Characteristically short on patience, Durin stalked from the council chambers toward the front gates, passing a gathering of human knights on the way. He recognized the insignias on their armor.

"Oy, lads. Ye be from the Silver Rose?"

The nearest stood and nodded. "Yes, master dwarf. We were sent here to monitor the progress of the undead in the passes. Do you have any word of their advance?"

"Aye. Them deaders done took one pass and are marching on a second. Ye tell Lady Elvina that Durin Ironfaar be askin fer help. We need to be closin those passes afore we be knee deep in deaders."

The knight nodded sharply and turned to his fellows. Within minutes a runner was dispatched.

"Oy lad," Durin said to the runner. "Wait fer me. I've heard a friend o' mine be south o' here. He may be able to help too."

Durin and the young squire accompanied a caravan bound for the Friendly Arm inn. After days of travel a curl of smoke appeared above the forest and the smell of roasted boar wafted on the wind. Minutes later the spires of the fortress appeared from the forest and the caravan ground to a halt.

Durin leaped from the wagon, splashing mud in all directions. Spotting a familiar figure in the shadows of the courtyard, he ran for the front gate.

"Mendel! Oy lad! Ah gotta talk to ye!"

The elf turned in surprise and beside him a wild elf maiden smiled when she saw Durin.

"Durin!" cried Nai, as she embraced him and licked his cheek.

"Aye lass, easy, ah gotta be tellin' the lad sommat."

"What is it, Durin?" asked Mendel.

"Tis the deaders, lad. They've done taken a pass in the troll claws. Scouts report they be marchin on a second. Me council's doin' nothin'. Just talkin. I've already sent word to Lady Elvina askin' fer help, but we need more. Kin ye spare some stout lads to help us?"

Durin, Mendel, and Nai deliberated for the rest of the evening and agreed on a course of action: Durin would bring what sappers and warriors he could and Mendel would provide warriors and wizards to add to what Lady Elvina could spare.

Durin left before nightfall, heading north to Kraak Helzak to make what preparations he could.

[dogo]

For the last few days a dwarf named Oaru is seen around the Hold. Although he did enter a few times, he mostly spends time outside with the guards, asking about the defenses against the undead horde and the well-being of the Hold and its inhabitants. During his visits, he made a habit of starting a fire and making a thick, wholesome porridge that he gladly offers to his kin who are on duty. Sometimes even his she-dog companion Digt shares the meals.

His last visit was a bit different tho, as he jumped off the caravan with a package a bit bigger than himself. It was a large leather sack containing a fresh marlin, a dozen halibuts and fresh berries from the shores of Ulgoth's Beard, which he left with the guards asking them the favor of sending them to the King, with a request to take lodging occasionally inside the hold and specially helping in the brewery, as he claims to be a brewer himself. He also asked permission to have Digt live in the hold as he says these lands are too dangerous for his companion to roam freely.

From his manner, his possessions and his choice of gifts it could be inferred he is a sort of hunter or scout.

[TarnishedSoul]

A missive addressed to "Kingswarden Revenark Stonehold of Stonebar" arrives in Kraak Helzak.
The return address is listed as "Acolytes' Quarters, Candlekeep."

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[Stonebar]

Dwarven Alliance of Stonebar
Rumor: There's speak of the Clan/Family of Stonebar growing beyond it's native members to prepare for some far off future war.

//Note: I'm not Stonebar but a member of, the forum name was a tribute to the Clan/family//