Lorhan None, the Bastion of Courage, Protector of the Scales

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Chapter 5

After Uelveyye had been raised from Provincial Magistrate to Justiciar, hunting
down all criminals that walk the realm, many within the Spire turned to Noldruk,
constantly asking whether he would step up and take the position. Not exactly
sure how to respond, Noldruk simply continued to do what he felt was his duty,
constantly keeping a watchful eye on Galadon. It was sometime before Lady Bria
called him before her. Explaining her feelings on the current state of the Spire,
she set a quest before him. Choosing two to join him, Kaebe and Garhizrus, Noldruk
embarked on a journey to the various cities, doing what he could to gain audience
with the rulers of each city. It was his plan to increase the Spire's influence
within the cities it protected. Doing what he could to fulfill the leaders of
each city, Noldruk eventually had gained the blessings to have new Spires built.
It was at this moment, that the Spire changed. No longer would a Provincial
Magistrate leader over the other Magistrates. The two that joined him, Kaebe and
Garhizrus were raised to Provincial Magistrates, the title of the Magistrates
who would watch over the four cities they protected. Noldruk was given the title
of Provost, leading and guiding all Magistrates in their upholding of the law.

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Chapter 4

While Noldruk stood watch over Galadon, an interesting thing took place. Coming
up to him with great speed, one of the noble dwarven runners approaches him,
requesting his presence in the Mountain of Mortorn. Heading there, he was a bit
surprised to notice many other warriors. Specifically, there was one from each
of the realm's powers. A Maran named Tynnyn, a villager named Valarath, a Warder
named Arehanah, a Seeker named Valkore, and a Servant of the Dawn named Lysriael.
All approaching the mountain, Noldruk was even more surprised to stand before the
dwarven god, Thror HammerSong. Teaching the small group of warriors of the dwarven
engineers known as the Sappers, Thror explained that these dwarvesn were cunning,
clever and ridiculously stout, controlling great Rock-worms to burrow through
the mountains and were creators of vast and glorious caverns. The group would
battle for the honor of the dwarves. These warriors were to reach Lord Thror,
fighting through the dwarves of Mortorn, the duergar in it's depths, as well as
eachother, the first two of which would be do battle to the death. Confident in
his knowledge of the mountain fortress, Noldruk sped through the halls quicker than
any of the other warriors, preparing himself for the first few who would make it
through. Eventually, the Servant and Seeker braved the depths, and Noldruk quickly
did away with both, the Seeker falling and the Servant fleeing into the Underdark.
The villager, before even starting, had rambled on about giving his spot to the
duergar villager known as Gruktik, proving a lack of confidence and disgusting
Lord Thror, who was removing him from the battles to come. Again, lacking the will
to fight, Tynnyn the Maran withdrew himself from the competition. Leaving only
Noldruk and the Warder to do battle. It was with this, that Noldruk's knowledge
of the mountain helped him, as Arehanah stumbled into the great demon of it's
lower halls, and eventually fleeing into a well-laid trap by a demon-spider. With
this, Noldruk was victorious. He had earned his place as a hero amongst the Sappers,
as well as all dwarves, being known far and wide as the Soul of the Seven Caverns.
Pulling Noldruk aside, Lord Thror granted him a boon. Having created a legacy
for himself within the mountain fortress, Lord Thror forged his hands and arms to
know the meditations of the Fist of the Titan, forever a reminder of the battles
he had fought, and the battles he would face.

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Chapter 3

Wandering the streets of Arkham, Noldruk was surprisingly stopped by the Sylvan
Warder known as Arehanah. Explaining her desire for peace, the arial warrior is
concerned with the attacks that go back and forth between the Spire and the Grove,
often leading to the deaths of her brothers and sisters. Speaking at length
on her plans for the Grove, she expressed a desire and possible aptitude for
gaining leadership within the Grove, vowing to complete the peace between the two
organizations should she gain it. Uncertain as always to the words of the Warders,
Noldruk is wary, but hopeful that the attacks will stop. Currently, he can now
consider him at peace with atleast one Warder...

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Chapter 2

Long before Noldruk joined the Blood Tribunal in it's protection of the cities,
he had met a slender drow woman known as Nazira. In his youth, he asked a simple
favor of her, which lead to their discussing various things. She instantly had
assume that Noldruk, being a dwarf, followed Lord Thror and his teachings. Knowing
very little of religion in general, Noldruk listened to her words and was fairly
interested in this woman who seemed to weigh people as if slaves to sell on a
market, having quite the eye for physical and spiritual prowess. That began a
very odd friendship that has lasted to this day, though in his recent travels, she
preached more and more of the HammerSong, informing Noldruk of her views. She
explained that she was constantly being pleased by Noldruk's advancements, in
both his inner strength, as well as growth within the Spire itself, and thought
that he would make a good Smith. Later, she explained quite frankly that Noldruk
was most suited to join the ranks of the Noldars. Contacting Lord Thror on her
opinion, Noldruk was surprised that when approaching the HammerSong, he had been
been expecting him. An honor few ever recieve, Noldruk was placed upon various
tasks by the HammerSong. Doing what he could, acting as he always had, he had
finally recieved the mark of Lord Thror, bearing the hammer and anvil as a testament
to the trials he would face. An Apprentice of the Hammer, Noldruk looks forward
to the enlightenment that comes with the future, the forge, and life he continues
to create.

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Chapter 1

Not long after gaining Lord Thror's mark, Noldruk was then approached by Lady
Bria, seeking audience with him in reference to his duty thus far within the
Spire. Speaking at length, Noldruk was giving a vow to do as he always had, and
was granted the position of Justiciar. The Justiciars of Thera, feared and
sometimes respected, are the hammers of the Spire, doing whatever possible to
bring those who dare break the law to Justice. Noldruk is now three-hundred years
old, living as an elder within the Spire, using the knowledge of the lands he has
gained throughout his life to hunt down those who would dare commit a crime and
looks forward to whatever the rest of his life has to offer.

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Chapter 6

Continuing to advance within his guild, Noldruk finally had reached the pinnacle
of what is was to be a warrior. Learning again from the guildmaster of the warrior
monk's teachings, he again turned to durability, learning to steel his body and
learn the meditations referred to as the Soul of the Mountain. Enduring more than
most mortals ever could, he has been able to turn the tide of a once baffling
war, bringing death to the Sylvan Warders whenever he is able. Unsure if the
grove will ever know peace with the cities, his only alternative to their disorder
is their eradication. In the name of Peace and Order, it must be done.

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Chapter 7

Advancing much, as both a Magistrate and a warrior, Noldruk has done what he could
to earn both the trust of the citizens of Galadon, as well as the confidence of
his fellow Tribunals. Troubled by constant attacks from the Sylvan Warders, be
it their striking the Spire or causing blazing fires to torment Galadon, Noldruk
has been busy making small alliances, minor pacts of trust with Scions, Warlocks,
and Heralds alike, hoping for the aid in restoring and keeping the realm an
ordered place. Understanding the troubled times to come, Noldruk learned not
to fear lean times, having his guildmaster teach him the secrets of the Whispers
of the Great Seige, an ancient warrior-monk's teaching to strengthen the will
and body of those who learned it. Having spoken with Kaebe on numerous occassions
about his faith, Noldruk has grown increasingly curious as to the Perpetuim, an
order who houses themselves in the desert south of Hamsah Mu'tazz. Are these
the creatures who brought him out of the mountain? Noldruk wishes to one day
find out.

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Chapter 8

After reaching Galadon, Noldruk was shocked at the apparent disregard for the
laws that were set. Knowing that the laws themselves were the backbone and pillars
that held the economy of a city strong, he didn't understand why anyone would
seek to disrupt such. Training in the arts of war, he eventually heard word of
a small group of people that sought to protect these cities, the Blood Tribunal.
Seeking out the Provincial Magistrate, Uelveyye, he explained his past and
desire to help the Tribunal. Gaining more as a warrior, he was finally approached
by the elven sorceress and gained entrance into the Spire. He now does what he
can while on duty within Galadon, seeking the either prevent a crime, or destroy
any fool who would seek to disrupt his fine city.

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Chapter 9

Noldruk Flentspike was born to a small village inside the mountains
of the city of Udgaard. This village was a rather old attempt to patch
the differences of dwarves and duergar, the two races living as one
together within it's walls. Eldest son of five, his father had hoped he
would take up the forge, joining the family's trade and hammering his
life away. It may have happened that way, though like often happens when the
two races are around eachother, there were repeated disruptions. The
constant drunken banter, fights, and sometimes stealing that took place
in his village struck a nerve with Noldruk. Oddly unhappy with the way
things were, as well as angry at his brothers and cousins, he often would
get into fights with them, disputing the reasoning behind their disruptions
to the village as a whole. A mean fighter, indeed, Noldruk is by no means
unfamiliar with combat, though he did not see the point in doing such that
is counter-productive, stealing from a baker or otherwise hurting the
economy of his small village. He would often think to himself as to how
he might fix the troubles of his village, and eventually set up a militia,
a small group of dwarves and duergar whom he entrusted to keep peace within
the village. Leading them for nearly four years, he went to sleep one night
and was struck by strange and disturbing dreams. He wandered, silently
though a vast desert, unable to find shelter, unable to find water,
dodging the attacks of scorpions and lizards alike. Desperate, he stumbled
into a Temple and crawled around it's empty halls, searching. Collapsing,
he was near mad from the thirst and desert sun and lifted his head to
see a robed creature.

"Leave the mountains."

"..eh..whhaa..?"

"Order calls."

Waking with a start, Noldruk was unsure of what this meant, or why he had
such a dream, but it repeated, the exact same way, for an entire week.
Finally, disturbed, uncertain, yet still somehow ready to face it, he
left his village in search for something he knew he must find.. he would
start looking in the city of Galadon...

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