Runes of Tharim
Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 6:41 pm
Unlike his clumsy and poor common grammar, language he only ever learned to speak. Tharim’s memo is written in flowing and quite decent dwarvish. It is a heavy book bound in leather cover. He keeps it in a small locked iron case along with a quill and some ink. It is always at his posession, though hidden among his other belongings. He tends to write in it when he feels so and in no particular order.
Entry I
“It has been so long, so long last time I gazed on the rugged peaks of Galena, hear the hammering in its mighty halls and behold the precious gifts of metal and jewels Dumathoin blesses her with. Years of travel wear me off, more than anything I wish to see my kin again. Feel my pickaxe strike the rock and reveal yet another silver vein, while we sing a merry song that would be more precious than thousand diamonds for my ears now. Such a simple existence, and I so miss it now. I would rate those years priceless. I mined and worked most of my life and to think how long it felt back then. This years, out of those tunnels and furnaces, feel so much longer. Ten years since I left my home… Ten years. I turn 78 this year, if I have been counting right, and I only wander how long I will keep this hopeless search up. How I curse those days for my arrogance, when I swore on my own blood and Glandeggin that I would avenge her death. How I miss you Gilbera, dear wife. I still wake during the night to the nightmare and sight of you on my arms, when the warriors brought your body from that failed journey. You were dead and cold, the fiery spark of life on your eyes dimmed forever. Your dance was like Sharindlar herself, and no finer gemcutter have I seen in my life. Now only thing I have to remember you by, is this amulet and my memories. I wear it all the time and never take it off, just so you know and like I promised. I only hope this long years does not get any longer, so I could one day see you again, finally, in the Dwarfhome.
But oath is oath, and as true Hillsafar I keep the promise. Now matter what a curse it may feel like. I can still feel the anger and confident I had back then. How I shouted at the whole clan how I would kill them all. See to their end, no matter what end might be mine and to hunt them down even to the very ending of the planes. Such strong words and I gave a seal of blood for Glandeggin. They all looked at me, silent, knowing what I just did and I knew what I did, at the time it seemed so right and it still does. Had I only known it was to be my last time to see my kin and friends. I still remember the words spoken to me by the council at the Gates: "Do not return until you have fullfilled you words Tharim. Only then can you return or you will live forever in shame. Hillsafars are dwarves of their words, even if those prove what they thought them would not." I remember being very humbeled to gain the attention of whole council to myself, and perhaps there was a sense of pride in me on that moment, but shame... Shame that is what this all is. All this years and no trace and no track. No nothing, but emptiness. I spent days on the sight where they were ambushed and slaughtered. I found nothing. The snow covered all the tracks, there was no survivors, and no one had a sight of the attacker. I traveled to my kin in the Bloodstone Mines, but no Orothiar had information on the events. They were only interested in the gargo of bloodstone that was to be deliver with the caravan to them. I hope that they eventually got it, so that even the purpose of that journey was fullfilled. I spent months on the wilds and Galenas rough mountainside. It was all cold and I fought countless goblins and orcs. I was certain they were responsible or the half-breed orcs North, but I found no evidence, only more death and dispair. Finally my heart and spirit was crumbeled and I gave up and left. I have been beaten many many times in my life, but that was the only defeat I couldn't almost bare. Tharim Hillsafar was only to remain in my heart from that day I passed the border of Vaasa. I was to be known as Thraim Straybeard and I set on the lands on my search and ready to go even across the planes if I have to for my goal and revenge.
I have traveled through many lands, and the journies have had their mark on me. Even one point I was almost forgetting my dwarf alphabet. I was so shocked when I though of a word and could not write it down, I bought this pages. I haven't used them much, but perhaps now it is time. Countless battles have hardened me. Oh how my old teacher back at home halls would jump in joy with me and my axe now. He always thought of me warrior, and perhaps I have the trait, though it came with a cost when I lost my right eye in Cormyr. The pain, I can remember the pain as it was stitch closed in the field... I cannot write it in words, it was so unbearable.
And now the coast of the sea has stopped my way and search and we'll see if this dwarf turns around or keeps going."
Entry I
“It has been so long, so long last time I gazed on the rugged peaks of Galena, hear the hammering in its mighty halls and behold the precious gifts of metal and jewels Dumathoin blesses her with. Years of travel wear me off, more than anything I wish to see my kin again. Feel my pickaxe strike the rock and reveal yet another silver vein, while we sing a merry song that would be more precious than thousand diamonds for my ears now. Such a simple existence, and I so miss it now. I would rate those years priceless. I mined and worked most of my life and to think how long it felt back then. This years, out of those tunnels and furnaces, feel so much longer. Ten years since I left my home… Ten years. I turn 78 this year, if I have been counting right, and I only wander how long I will keep this hopeless search up. How I curse those days for my arrogance, when I swore on my own blood and Glandeggin that I would avenge her death. How I miss you Gilbera, dear wife. I still wake during the night to the nightmare and sight of you on my arms, when the warriors brought your body from that failed journey. You were dead and cold, the fiery spark of life on your eyes dimmed forever. Your dance was like Sharindlar herself, and no finer gemcutter have I seen in my life. Now only thing I have to remember you by, is this amulet and my memories. I wear it all the time and never take it off, just so you know and like I promised. I only hope this long years does not get any longer, so I could one day see you again, finally, in the Dwarfhome.
But oath is oath, and as true Hillsafar I keep the promise. Now matter what a curse it may feel like. I can still feel the anger and confident I had back then. How I shouted at the whole clan how I would kill them all. See to their end, no matter what end might be mine and to hunt them down even to the very ending of the planes. Such strong words and I gave a seal of blood for Glandeggin. They all looked at me, silent, knowing what I just did and I knew what I did, at the time it seemed so right and it still does. Had I only known it was to be my last time to see my kin and friends. I still remember the words spoken to me by the council at the Gates: "Do not return until you have fullfilled you words Tharim. Only then can you return or you will live forever in shame. Hillsafars are dwarves of their words, even if those prove what they thought them would not." I remember being very humbeled to gain the attention of whole council to myself, and perhaps there was a sense of pride in me on that moment, but shame... Shame that is what this all is. All this years and no trace and no track. No nothing, but emptiness. I spent days on the sight where they were ambushed and slaughtered. I found nothing. The snow covered all the tracks, there was no survivors, and no one had a sight of the attacker. I traveled to my kin in the Bloodstone Mines, but no Orothiar had information on the events. They were only interested in the gargo of bloodstone that was to be deliver with the caravan to them. I hope that they eventually got it, so that even the purpose of that journey was fullfilled. I spent months on the wilds and Galenas rough mountainside. It was all cold and I fought countless goblins and orcs. I was certain they were responsible or the half-breed orcs North, but I found no evidence, only more death and dispair. Finally my heart and spirit was crumbeled and I gave up and left. I have been beaten many many times in my life, but that was the only defeat I couldn't almost bare. Tharim Hillsafar was only to remain in my heart from that day I passed the border of Vaasa. I was to be known as Thraim Straybeard and I set on the lands on my search and ready to go even across the planes if I have to for my goal and revenge.
I have traveled through many lands, and the journies have had their mark on me. Even one point I was almost forgetting my dwarf alphabet. I was so shocked when I though of a word and could not write it down, I bought this pages. I haven't used them much, but perhaps now it is time. Countless battles have hardened me. Oh how my old teacher back at home halls would jump in joy with me and my axe now. He always thought of me warrior, and perhaps I have the trait, though it came with a cost when I lost my right eye in Cormyr. The pain, I can remember the pain as it was stitch closed in the field... I cannot write it in words, it was so unbearable.
And now the coast of the sea has stopped my way and search and we'll see if this dwarf turns around or keeps going."