Graenmar Kalderum the Champion of Bartending, Professional Drunk of the Eternal Star

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Chapter 5

*in graenmar's head*

Things have been going so well for me so far! I am glad that the lucky lord has chosen me to be his Champion. Things have gone so much better in my life since I left Morntorn. The other heralds are very close friends
and we make new friends every day. Miss Oirwn has left us sadly, but we will keep running the inn in her absence May the lords bless her soul! The Captain has said that a new high herald will be chosen sooner rather
than later. I do hope Master Schnargum receives the position! It would make him so happy and me very proud! I would accept the position willingly if it was offered to me, but I think Wharshi deserves it more. He has more
experience as a herald then I do and is a fantastic person!

On a lighter note, the courtin' calvacade is tonight! I am so excited for my first event. I cannot wait to see the enjoyment on everyone's faces! I have a lot of plans to handle before it begins!

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Chapter 4

Ah finerly go' ter talk wit' tha Lucky Lor' an' it made me very 'appy. Ah thin' 'e was pleased wit' ma ales 'at ah gave 'im. We talked abou' fun an' tha enjoymen' o'life. Sumtimes ah thin' ahm a wee bi' to worried abou'
being good at fightin' an its gittin' in ma way o'avin' fun. Ah need ter jus' git ta my final title an' no' worry abou' bein' tha bes', 'at will come wit' time. Ah wunna plan an' evenin' fer tha bar, bu' need ter come up
wit' ah good idear firs'. Gunna take some time ah thin' but ah will git a great idear an' we will 'ave ah great time. Ah thin' ah will go ou' an' ask others wha' 'ey would like ter do. 'at way ah kin make many people 'appy
Who knows wha' kina idears others will 'ave!

Ah fel' kina stupid askin' Lor' Whiysdan abou' bein' ah chosen one an'at, but ah was curious an' figered ,who would be better to ask then 'e 'imself! 'ope 'e don' thin' ahm jis tryin' ter git power fer maself.
Ah don' thin' 'e would fell 'at way, bu' sumtimes ah thin' to much abou' thin's. ha!

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Chapter 3

Terday ah was kilt by a Fire gian' named Ferrik. It hurt, an' was kinna derpressin'. Ah saw 'is as a teachin' though. Jus' cause ahm no' fightin' ou' ina world, 'ere are still people ou' 'ere 'at wanna cu' of ma 'ead. Ah need
ter 'member 'at even'o ah don' hun' people ma self, don' mean 'ey no' 'untin' me. Ah nee' ter learn abou' sum erquipmen' ter betta protec' ma self ana keep on ma skills an' title gainin'. Sum 'er ma thin's wer takin'
ana it was frustratin' bu' ifin 'at gian' needed'um 'en ah don' mine. 'opes 'e enjoys 'em items!

Ahm still waitin' fer tha Lucky Lord ta come an' speak with me abou' ma ales. 'ave 'ad sum grea' times so far in ma life, but some thin's ah wan' ter speak with the lord abou'. Plus, 'ese damned ales be 'eavy! No wunner
we don' git ah full shipmen' when 'ey arrive atta bar. Poor men carryin' 'is 'eavy shite mus' git tire'.

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Chapter 2

*thoughts*

I am so excited! I get to do a quest for my lord Whysidan! I am very happy that he seems to like me and I need to do everything I can to please him. I will live my life by the codes of my religion and enjoy every moment of
it! If my lord sees me fit, I will be able to enjoy his company like the other chosen of our religion and that would please me greatly, but if he doesn't it would be fine too. I am not one to be trying to find out what an
immortal is thinking. I have gathered my ales and hope to see my lord soon. I know it is probably faster than he might have wanted, but I have some good stories I hope to tell him!

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Chapter 1

Graenmar was born in akan. He spent his young life following around the locale blacksmiths in the stoney city. He loved to watch the fires dance and listen to the ping of the hammer against the various metals. As
he listened, he began to understand. First is was faint, but as he got older more things came to his realization. He started to hear the sounds that come from different metals, mithril was a lower muffled pong while
steel had a higher light "ring" to it. He noticed that the higher the sound, the less strong it was. That is why the mithril was so low. The heat of the fires in the smith hugged him, like a warm blanket that was placed over
his body as a baby.

Time passed and it was time for Graenmar to choose a craft. Everyone knew what he was going to choose and were not surprised when he exclaimed "I am going to be a smith! The forge is my home and that is where I want to be!"

One day, news came from Mortorn that the smith there had been slain by a duergar assassin. The army was looking for a new smith to come and work the forge. At this time, Graenmar was only an apprentice, he was not
allowed to volunteer, and his master did not want to go. That night Graenmar snuck in and wrote his masters name on the parchment. To his surprise, not many signed up to go. He did not understand why the other
smiths did not want this great honor.

Two days passed with no word from the army. Then during the midday sun, a meeting was called. The lieutenant and his troupe stood on the walls of the fountain and proclaimed that his master had been chosen!
Graenmar was so excited! He couldn't want to be near the front lines, working his glorious forge in the name of his kin! His master was at a loss because he knew that his hand did not apply his name to that parchment,
but would not back down now because of his pride.

Many months passed in the cold fortress of Mortorn. Graenmar learned the hard way about the grueling toils of war. Wounded men, bleeding out while the healers worked their divine magic, times where the enemy broke
the line and pushed up from the bowels of the earth. Their horrible war shouts and evil, manical screams. It was horribly terrifying to Graenmar. It was not the glorious experience that the songs and tales in the ale
house would lead you to believe.

Graenmar thought long and hard about his next choice. He knew it would not be a good choice, but he knew what he had to do. So, late one night he snuck way from mortorn, planning to never return. He found a
small outpost called Tir-Talath and made it his home. His passion for forging still rages in his heart, along with other passions that might not be as strong as the fires of the forge.

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