Role

Chapter 7

Grogim is from a clan of dwarves, with a huge and well-documented lineage.
They were renown for working the toughest of mines and hardest of metals.
Due to their work they have become famed for their stoutness and few clans
can even come close to how they recover from injury or indeed how much
damage can be inflicted on them before they are bested. They are a fierce lot
and keep all their secrets very safe in the forge masters safe. Its what they are
famous for and they guard it with vim, vigour and if required, their life.
Grogim being the master smith's son had the responsibility for it the month the
mountain home was ransacked.
One month hence, Grogim had been spending time with a young human
scholar who was interested in the history of the Urk-Ga-Kanock, the name of
his Clan, and Grogim was to show him around.
The scholar got to see what was necessary but when he asked about the safe
chamber, well, Grogim ushered him away and would evade his questions on
the subject. The scholar left, betwixed and befuddled about Grogim's actions
but had learned much and would report back to his Master. His master was a
very powerful magician and he sought the eternal life so further his studies
and he has come across an ancient Tome that told him of a ritual that would do
just that and it involved the secrets held in the safe chamber deep down in the
very heart of Grogim's city, Valkotan.
An assault was planned and the magicians came into the city in the evening of
BonGalesh, the great party thrown in memory of the city founder,
Baluk BonGalesh. The dwarves were drunk and mostly asleep when the fire
rained down from the heavens and the slaughter of his kin was horrific. He
and his father fought there way clear and dashed down to the safe chamber
to get the secrets in their case and take them to safety. As they were leaving
the young scholar and his master burst through the door in amidst a shower of
of sparks and flame. 'Hand me the Box' the voice seemed to be inside his
skull. He and his father hefted up their axes and charged, knocking them aside
but not without sustaining injury themselves. As they dashed out of the
Graolu gates they could hear the screams of their kin but he headed onwards
and skywards. The mages were in hot pursuit and you could hear the woosh
of them behind them as they flew around behind them. His father was gravely
injured and they could not run for long but they came to the vein of Hok'Tera
the extremely hard stone that only they could mine and work on. His father,
blood pouring from him, grabbed his axe and with his last ounce of strength
prayed to the HammerSong of the Havens, and struck the box, forcing it and
its contents into the rock, to safety. His father then passed away and Grogim
made for the hills to avoid the pursuing mages. Only he knew its location and
he knew the mages would hunt him down for eternity to find out but that was
only going to make him stronger. He would fight back at them any way he
could, for his people, his family and the secrets of the great Clan Urk-Ga-
Kanock.