Bilgritik Grummeltuff the Bearer of the Emerald Oak, Dwarven Defender of Thar-Eris

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Chapter 8

Surpised to see him again, the Greenhoof welcomed the Son of the Stone back
to the surface, and appraised him of the plans that had been set into motion.
There was to be a Ritual at the Scar, and with the rest of the Tree,
Bilgritik was invited to be present. Unsure of what this ritual would produce
and in the presence of the Reavers, Bilgritik wearily accepted.

The Full Moon stood firm in the west against the Rising Sun in the East in
the predawn of the Equinox. The gathered lent their life's force to Strienat
as he called upon their bodies and souls to power this to heal Thar Eris. The
Shackles, The Scroll, and The Seed were placed on the scourged land, to be
quickly consumed by it. The Winds howled in support of the gathering, lending
the Breath of Thar Eris herself.

And yet, the Spider cackled. 'Such little blood for such a strong ritual.'
Knowing his time was nigh and remembering the vision of Nordiach, the Dwarf
entered the center of the Circle. Not even a heart beat passed before being
beset by the Spider. Reacting, the Reavers entered the fray, and a few
Sentinels believing this was Thar Eris' will volleyed arrows at the stalwart
son of Nordiach.

In desperation, Bilgritik's friend from his first days upon the surface,
dashed through the melee to provide aid. Hurriedly, Gwildaththea scooped the
first healing herbs she could find and rushed to apply them in haste to the
beset dwarf. And yet, as the herbs contacted his open wounds, it was not
healing that happened, rather it was the fatal blow to the Dwarf.

His ghost rising from his fallen body, the wisdom of Thar Eris hit him.
Chaos, as the Greenhoof had spoken. The meaning of Chaos in Life and Creation
rung true in his mind, body, and soul.

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Chapter 7

Absent from the surface, or even near enough to the surface to be called the
Underdark for much time, Bilgritik followed the caverns of black glass into
the depths where stone itself was birthed. It was here the Song of the Earth,
Song of Creation, the Song of Thar Eris echoed in his body and soul.

He slumbered here for some time, fraught with dreams of the Cycle of Creation
being disrupted. The undead walked freely, or so they claimed. Their feeble
bodies only buying time against the call of the Stone to return. It was here
too, that another vision of Nordiach returned to him. This time, the behemoth
patron of Dwarves awoke in rage and slumber. Molten Eyes glared at the Last
of Grummelhall as he bellowed.

"Upon the surface, blood of my blood, you are needed. The Ancients gather to
heal their wood, yet how can it be so if the stone it draws life from still
bears its scar? Their trees and grass will only harbor hatred if the water
they drink is as foul as poison. A time will come, when one of my own must
make a decision, whether the Stone is to be healed, or if the Taint is to
stand. Many have labored the most ardently, and yet their efforts will be for
naught, if the ground is not made sacred."

Abruptly awakened, Bilgritik hastened to the Surface, to find a most sacred
Ritual soon to take place.

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Chapter 6

As Bilgritik grew in stature and age, so did his insights and wisdom. Decades
had transpired since his second audience with the Guardian of the Summer
Grove. He had come to the Grove with questions, yet left with conclusions
that he, himself had made. The mere presence of the Greenhoof let the
insights bubble forth as a fountain from its depths.

But again, the Greenhoof left him a question to ponder. 'Take some time and
tie the Forces of Chaos into both Life and Creation.' he posed. They then
discussed the Tree, many of whom whose guidance had helped Bilgritik on his
Journey. It was to be the Ancients decision, not the decision of the
Greenhoof if he would ever find company and solace in the Tree of Life's
Branches.

As the time trudged forward, Bilgritik went about shaping creation, and in
his wake life had sprung. It was the Cycle that he was beholden to, as trees
were uprooted from the quaking stone, grasses, sedges, shrubs, quickly filled
where their canopies had shaded out Life. As quickly as the flora returned,
so to did much more fauna, finding these edge habitats places of great
abundance.

As he traveled the surface though, he felt something pulling at his soul, the
Stones called his blood, and he could not resist but answer.

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Chapter 5

Bilgritik spent much time in the Ancient's Grove, before the Young Oak Tree.
He watched the denizens of this summer home, Ilke and Dryads, Sprites and
foxes. He contemplated the meaning of this oak before him, and the shelter it
provided this place. It was one of these days of quiet meditation that the
Ancient Strienat revealed himself to dwarf.

Even though the Ancient represented Thar Eris, he seemed to care not of a
dwarf in front of him. He listened to the story Bilgritik wove, attentive to
it as if it came from any other. Even more, as they discussed the Sticks and
Stones, the Ancient must have deemed Bilgritik's path worthy, for he blessed
it with a piece of himself. But Strienat also challenged this dwarf.

"It is hard to find a way to create life when your power is directed towards
Destruction." He cautioned. "How will you work to further creation of life in
this world." the Ancient said. "As well as how your thoughts on creation work
alongside the forces of vivimancy, natural life."

It is these preponderances Bilgritik took forward with him into the world to
contemplate.

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Chapter 4

Years passed as Bilgritik wandered the surface, and subsurface of Thera. He
meandered through the caverns and crypts, cities and forests alike. One day
he came upon a hidden Grove, deep within the heart of the Amaranthian Forest.
He looked about him wearily at the sights of life and wonder within. Dryads
danced, and flames burned, yet left not a scorch upon leave or branch. Water
danced, as if raining from the ground up.

It was here, he came upon a sight he had searched long for. A young oak
sprouted from the center of the glade. Slowly and deliberately he made his
way to it, circling it, inhaling its earthy scents. With grubby fingers, he
traced the bark and how it emulated the peaks and valleys of the earth. He
looked at the displaced ground where it sprouted, and the connection was
made.

Like all things, our roots are in the ground. Without it to stand upon, to
draw from, existence could not be. From the earth, all things come, and all
things return.

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Chapter 3

As Bilgritik neared the surface, the crevice he followed opened into the
depths of the Academy. Weary from is journey, yet livened by the Song in his
heart, he leered carefully around each and every corner. Where he came from,
was fraught with dangers, many of which he was blissfully unaware of. The
Song of the Earth lulled duergar to slumber, and led dark elves astray. It
lead him wearily around clouds of spores, deadly to even the heartiest of
Thera.

But it was here the Song eased in his heart, to a faint whisper, and his
sense returned to him fully. It was here he saw the wonders of Thera in
Murals and in texts, tapestries, and other ornamentations he learned of the
political battles waged upon the surface. He learned of many oddities that
would seem commonplace to any Overlander. Trees, he never saw stand upright
before, only upside down in their tendrils reaching ever deeper. Leaves were
a new concept, as before only fungal colonies inhabited their deepest
branches.

It was also here he learned of the religions of the Surface. Before the
Spheres of Thera he found his calling. He knew that Nordiach called those in
his image to be shapers of the world. But it was also here that he found
another Ancient, one awakened that also urged the world to grow, but instead
of through the base upheaval of minerals, but in the living world. It was now
that Bilgritik decided, that perhaps this Ancient would give him insight into
the meaning of the Earth's Song, grant him perspective on Nordiach, and find
his calling in Thera.

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Chapter 2

Before Bilgritik was released from his earthen home, the Earth Song in his
soul. It sang of the origins of his people, the kingdom of dwarves. It sang
of how no hammer would take him where he would go, no pick would return him
to the surface. Only by following the seams and folds of the earth, becoming
one with his Heritage as his Gramps did, would he find a way out. He followed
these tunnels and cracks, the moist air in them moved, and finally the gusts
turned to great a great roar, inconsistent, and raspy. It was here, he came
across a great sleeping being.

Bilgritik noticed that this being, looked much like a dwarf, only enormous, a
true behemoth. His great nostrils exhaled, and the tempests buckled the rock
ceiling, raising it. When he turned in his earthen earthen bed, the stones
themselves shook and fell. Dripping from the corner of his mouth, molten lava
trickled as drool, forming a great pool about him, yet it never singed his
coal black beard.

This was the first time in ages any had witnessed the Ancient Nordiach,
placed to slumber by the Lord of Order in times before the dawn of Thera. In
a great fit, Nordiach spun with rage in his slumber, and his great molten
eyes opened but for a brief moment locking with Bilgritik's.

Bilgritik had a great revelation. It was in Nordiach's image that he and all
dwarfs were created, yet not in temperament. The Behemoth had shaped the
world not by the artisan's chisel and careful precision that dwarfkind were
renowned for. No, the crags and cliffs of the surface were formed by violent
upheaval and chaos of the depths.

To know the Earth's Song, was to know Nordiach. To know Nordiach, was to be
more than his image, but to bring the powers of shaping and creation to the
surface.

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Chapter 1

The Grummeltuff family is one, not of usual dwarven heritage. Gramps, as we
revere our elders, the first Grummeltuff was a miner, one of great renown in
the Dwarven kingdom of Akan. He could pick and hammer like no dwarf before,
and some say, no dwarf since. He dug so deep, he heard the song of the
Earth, He set down his pick and laid his hammer down, and followed the cracks
and crevices even deeper. Crazy, is what all the other dwarfs called it.

He made his home there, far beneath the deepest mines of Akan, some even say
deeper than the Underdark itself. He brought his wife there, and his
extended family, promising their souls to be nourished from the Earth,
herself.

As with many great dwarven excursions, the Earth chose to keep her children.
A great quake shook the tunnels of Grummelhall, and cut their tunnels to the
surface. Severing their ties to their food and forage, years passed, with
only mushrooms and the rock itself to support these dwarfs. But as they grew
weak in body, the Song of the Earth rung true in their souls. Generations
passed to feed from the Earth this way, until the last of them, Bilgritik was
alone within the Earth.

It was this last son of Grummeltuff who the Earth held deep in her bosom, and
decided released to bear witness to the Song of the Earth.

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