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Grendunor SIlvereye, Priest of Moradin and Grandpa of the Coast.

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First Name: Grendunor
Last Name: Silvereye


Appearance:
Race: Gold Dwarf
Age: 334 he says 300 when asked
Height: 4'10
Weight: 235lb
Eyes: silvery-blue
Hair: gray flecked with silvery white from age
Facial Hair Style: long full beard that extends down to his waist clasped with a central golden beard ring. Flanked by twin braids that branch out before uniting with the central length at the waist.

Personality Profile:
General Health: Grandpa Gren is fairly old and he looks like he's seen each year pass. Thanks to his connection to Moradin and his dwarven blood he's managed to avoid any serious brushes with illness barring the occasional hangover from to much holy water.

Deity: Moradin

Initial Alignment: Lawful Good

Profession: Tavernkeeper, and Wandering Holy Dwarf
Base Class & Proposed Development: cleric favoured soul

Habits/Hobbies: maintaining weekly services to Moradin in the local temple, patrolling the roads of the sword coast and ministering aid and advice to those in need. Gren also has a collection of strays he's taken to calling his adoptive grandchildren spending a good deal of his time trying to help keep them on the path of law and good.
Languages: Dwarven, common, celestial, and the language of the tall foe (Jotun)

Weapon of Choice: Grandpa Gren is capable with a wide array of weapons but is partial to the Warhammer or the Dwarven Waraxe. His own Hammer has been lovingly engraved with scenes of Moradin labouring over his forge creating the first dwarves. Inscribed on the base of the hammer is the phrase "Moradin's Word" inlaid with red enamel.

Background: Grendunor is an old gold dwarf hailing from his clanhold far to the north deep within the spine of the world. His people a reclusive and prideful clan enjoy the company of their kin and few others. Keeping with traditional values of Moradin and his fellows the clan hold trade it's primary resource of silver and steel with the roaming barbarian tribes and citizens of Tentowns.
Gren's early life was spent in the traditional sense. Meaning he received martial training, religious education, and was taught the basics of each of the holds crafts before being allowed to specialise at the age of 55.
Having a special connection with the ancient teachings of the dwarves Grendunor eventually became a priest and served in this capacity faithfully for nearly 200 years. During his tenure as a member of the clergy, he met his wife and fathered two children. Settling into retirement Grendunor managed an Inn named The Silver home. For many happy years, Gren managed his Inn watching his beardlings grow into fine young dwarves, living their lives as Moradin intended. Time passed and Gren's children too got married. Thanks to Moradin and thunders blessing, both children successfully had little beardlings of their own.
Content to spend his twilight years at home Grendunor passed the time until he started to see visions of his bouncing grandbabies in peril. Visions of his fully grown grandchildren threatened by a stirring evil of the deep he felt the call of Moradin once again stir in his blood compelling him south towards Baldur's gate. Willing his Inn to his wife and eldest son, Gren set off on his journey south, confiding the full story of his vision only to his wife.


Goals: spread the word and worship of Moradin through deed and example, find out more about his vision, halt this evil, create a better world for his grandbabies.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: visions, communion with Moradin, Spreading good and law, thwarting evil and their plots.

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Grendunor Silvereye: Grandpa Gren and Cleric of Moradin.
Dulinnor Starsong: Chaser of wind, Shooter of things
Rensari Burka'da: Grumpy cake fiend
"EATSIES!!!" - Isac, Troll-sage 2018


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Grandpa's Journal: 8th of Tarsakh 1354

*The following passage is written in the dethek rune script in native dwarven dialect With a preface reading: To my grandchildren Grandpa misses you.*

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Today I awoke upon the bank of the river Chionthar my mind buzzing with the haze of my now distant dreams, and the pressing reality of my hangover. Don't mix Archenwood stout and Berduskan dark if you want to keep a clear mind in the morning laddies...
The morning dew left my joints stiff and uncooperative, getting old it seems is not all it's cracked up to be, that said there was a certain sense of peace camping out under the stars sleeping on my shield with only my cloak for a blanket. There is a tranquillity to the cool night breeze akin to that found in the tunnels deep below the earth, yet I'll never admit it to an elf. My dreams as of late have been strange affairs my mind often lingering on you my grandchildren, how are you doing, do miss me, are you behaving, what professions did you take up? All these thoughts come to me and seem to nag at me in my sleep. Though a strange sense of peace fills me as my mind wanders about these dreams, Sometimes I imagine you meeting my adoptive grandchildren here along the coast, what would you think of their quirks I wonder?
Kitsy's cowardly but endearing lies and her well-meaning blunders, her constant struggle to choose the right thing. She does not know I see it but I try to encourage her to be her best none the less.
Laeria's politeness, she's a social creature but she's forced to hide her face due to her condition. Most folk would view her as a monster for those silvery scales and them dragon-like pupils but it could not be further from the truth. I think that's what really angered me when Elspeth called her a monster those short few days ago.
I've not seen the lad Ghalen since his joining up with those damnable drow elves in the Red crows or whatever foolishness that was. I hope the lad comes to his senses soon, Moradin knows he's a good soul just misguided by silver tounges.
My sentimental thoughts have lead me a wandering and before I knew it my feet carried me towards the caravan home. The ride towards the city of the holy anvil was blissfully uneventful and gave me plenty of time to consider my oath to this King Battlehammer. Moradin knows I'll help all dwarves in need, such is expected and required, but I won't give up my ties or my Clan name for fealty's sake...

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Grendunor Silvereye: Grandpa Gren and Cleric of Moradin.
Dulinnor Starsong: Chaser of wind, Shooter of things
Rensari Burka'da: Grumpy cake fiend
"EATSIES!!!" - Isac, Troll-sage 2018


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Grandpa's Journal: 9th of Tarsakh 1354


The halls of heroes are filled with the echoes of mighty deeds.

Take care how you walk through the woodland my children, for there are dark things that lurk forgotten and hungry. Keep your axes sharp and your forges lit as you roam for many a foolish foolish foot has carried kin to Eriacknor before their time. The black forest of the cloakwood is no exception. Hags, minotaurs, and fel touched trents stalk these woods in numbers to challenge any dwarf. But these are not the worst o' the devils that roam the woods. Keep your peepers open for the spirits o' the angry elven dead, I speak o' course of the banshee. Yer sister Laeria speaks o' creatures so evil in life that in death their own gods curse them, keeping them from a true rest o' the dead.
So sit and listen ta Grandpa's tale of the cloakwood and see you learn from his own mistakes.


I strode through the deep dark of the forest alone, having sent the fellow stouts on the path home to Holy Anvil. The woods around me shifting subtly like a cavern before a cave in, the darkness sitting heavy when suddenly a great branch walloped down with all the force of an angry storm. weathering the blow on me shield, I invoked the rune Veluryndyn sending the limb and it's attached trent soaring into the thick canopy a'fore crashing down to splinters.
From all sides then after I was beset, the woods rising up in protest to the lone child o' the stone. Scores o' the warped-folk came at me, branches raking at my shield, limbs cracking across my armoured back. Forced ta give ground I fell back to a small patch of solid bare stone. Digging in like an iron spike, a sheer drop off the cliff face behind me, Yer grandpa gave as good as he got. Me hammer infused with Mroadin's holy wrath I swung away for what felt like ages, splintered wood and creaking limbs fell away to chanting and the acrid smell of dark magicks. Shadow druids or some such cult of foolery had joined the fray, sending hordes of shambling bones, and beasties. Would have been the end fer me save for the stones intervention. Moradin's divine will suffusing me, billowing out with such force, shaking the land beneath their feet with a great quake of rolling stone. The bone-fiends and cultists crumpled into dust as the tide of stone washed away their perverse existence.

Just as the battle seemed won and the days work all but done a chil ran down my spine a twinge of forewarning as the spectre of a hand grabbed for my heel. Rolling forward like a dwarf half my age I tumbled to me feet to see the hollow sunken eyes, and misty form of an elven spirit, her visage some awful mockery of life, her cries twinged with the call of the grave.

Listen to grandpa and remember this lesson, never seek out angry spirits without the blessings o' a priest, wards against death and evil must be enacted before facing such a creature lest you become a victim of the dead.
Now I knew not the full history o' such beasties at the time but yer sister and several other o' the pointy-eared folk assure me Banshees are wholly evil beings who warp and taint the world around them with their very presence. If you find one, make no means to converse or coax it back from its path o' evil they are beyond redemption. The kindest mercy you can offer the beast is its destruction.

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The beasty and I faced off my back against the empty air with only the promise of a long drop behind me. Shield high and a prayer on my lips I invoked the searing light o' creation, the sound o' Moradin's forge ringing in my ears blocking out the fell shrieks of the spirit. Each hammer blow sending thick clouds of the spirit into the air. Slowly but surely it was losing form. Great gashes started to appear beneath me armour where her claws passed through steel like water. Eventually, the winning blow was struck and the Spirit reeled back out of reach. In my foolery, I wasted me chance to obliterate the creature, offering a choice of redemption or destruction.
The beast fled from sight thoughts echoing its promises of vengeance. I took the chance to consecrate the patch of stone with the soulforger's fire holding a communion there on the stone that I made my stand on.

I won't write Moradin's holy word out in this journal as his vision was a private affair and these thin metal pages are not worthy o' such divine thought. I will, however, say that the destruction o' this beasty will be a matter of honour for me'self and the rest o' the clan.
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Grendunor Silvereye: Grandpa Gren and Cleric of Moradin.
Dulinnor Starsong: Chaser of wind, Shooter of things
Rensari Burka'da: Grumpy cake fiend
"EATSIES!!!" - Isac, Troll-sage 2018


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Dulinnor Starsong: Chaser of wind, Shooter of things
Rensari Burka'da: Grumpy cake fiend
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Grendunor SIlvereye, Priest of Moradin and Grandpa of the Coast.

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First Name: Grendunor
Last Name: Silvereye


Appearance:
Race: Gold Dwarf
Age: 334 he says 300 when asked
Height: 4'10
Weight: 235lb
Eyes: silvery-blue
Hair: gray flecked with silvery white from age
Facial Hair Style: long full beard that extends down to his waist clasped with a central golden beard ring. Flanked by twin braids that branch out before uniting with the central length at the waist.

Personality Profile:
General Health: Grandpa Gren is fairly old and he looks like he's seen each year pass. Thanks to his connection to Moradin and his dwarven blood he's managed to avoid any serious brushes with illness barring the occasional hangover from to much holy water.

Deity: Moradin

Initial Alignment: Lawful Good

Profession: Tavernkeeper, and Wandering Holy Dwarf
Base Class & Proposed Development: cleric favoured soul

Habits/Hobbies: maintaining weekly services to Moradin in the local temple, patrolling the roads of the sword coast and ministering aid and advice to those in need. Gren also has a collection of strays he's taken to calling his adoptive grandchildren spending a good deal of his time trying to help keep them on the path of law and good.
Languages: Dwarven, common, celestial, and the language of the tall foe (Jotun)

Weapon of Choice: Grandpa Gren is capable with a wide array of weapons but is partial to the Warhammer or the Dwarven Waraxe. His own Hammer has been lovingly engraved with scenes of Moradin labouring over his forge creating the first dwarves. Inscribed on the base of the hammer is the phrase "Moradin's Word" inlaid with red enamel.

Background: Grendunor is an old gold dwarf hailing from his clanhold far to the north deep within the spine of the world. His people a reclusive and prideful clan enjoy the company of their kin and few others. Keeping with traditional values of Moradin and his fellows the clan hold trade it's primary resource of silver and steel with the roaming barbarian tribes and citizens of Tentowns.
Gren's early life was spent in the traditional sense. Meaning he received martial training, religious education, and was taught the basics of each of the holds crafts before being allowed to specialise at the age of 55.
Having a special connection with the ancient teachings of the dwarves Grendunor eventually became a priest and served in this capacity faithfully for nearly 200 years. During his tenure as a member of the clergy, he met his wife and fathered two children. Settling into retirement Grendunor managed an Inn named The Silver home. For many happy years, Gren managed his Inn watching his beardlings grow into fine young dwarves, living their lives as Moradin intended. Time passed and Gren's children too got married. Thanks to Moradin and thunders blessing, both children successfully had little beardlings of their own.
Content to spend his twilight years at home Grendunor passed the time until he started to see visions of his bouncing grandbabies in peril. Visions of his fully grown grandchildren threatened by a stirring evil of the deep he felt the call of Moradin once again stir in his blood compelling him south towards Baldur's gate. Willing his Inn to his wife and eldest son, Gren set off on his journey south, confiding the full story of his vision only to his wife.


Goals: spread the word and worship of Moradin through deed and example, find out more about his vision, halt this evil, create a better world for his grandbabies.

Possible Plot-Hook Ideas and Misc Facts: visions, communion with Moradin, Spreading good and law, thwarting evil and their plots.


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