Intro
The legends of an dwarven outlaw settlement had been spreading across the lands, a legend which fortold how the most ruthless and vile dwarves, rejected from society managed to gruop together and form a thriving settlement out in the middle of nowhere. For years the most twisted and foul dwarves of the mountain homes had been traveling there to escape the world of justice and order.
When I left I wasn't sure what to belive, all I knew was that this could end up being my salvation...or doom.
I traveled alone because none could be trusted, a single leather-bag was all I brought and what's inside is all that remains of my previuos life...
When I saw the top of the volcano over the horizon I knew I was close...
In the distance I hear a noise, it's difficult to navigate through the dense forest-landscape so I move slowly...
When I reach the site it's overrun by badgers, nasty creatures.
Then I hear a crossbow being fired-
It hit a rock in the distance, I don't know if the shot was ment for me or the badgers because it wasn't near either of us...
Then more bolts-
One after another they miss the badgers by multiple urists.
I hide myself in the shady surroundings as the bolts fly by.
Then silence... None of the badgers seem to be hit, but the surrounding area is covered in crude bolts...
As I'm about to leave my hiding place a small group of scarred thugs run at the badgers screaming.
In their hands they hold crossbows and their backs they have quivers, empty quivers...
They proceed to brutually assult the poor badgers...Blood everywhere...
But badgers are not to be messed with and after Urists of beating they still seem to be breathing.
I decide that I've seen enough and continue onwards to the gates of Rhymehammer.
As I close in I can't shrug of the feeling that I'm being watched but then again...
I was right my arrival was excpected as a short dwarf, short even by dwarven standards moved up to me...
He was carrying a lantern, witch in the fading evening light strengthened his repulsive features.
He said nothing but brought me up to a door in the cliffside...I turned around to ask him about the place but he was nowhere to be seen...
Inside lied a narrow tunnel with an even narrower bridge in. At the sides where canals dug out, filled with water,no...blood
As I walked in to the fort a group of strange dwarves stood there waiting, some more stopped what they where doing and joined aswell...
I was told by the mayor Valrandir that anyone capable of holding a pickaxe or carrying some rocks was accepted to join the community of Rhymehammers.
I was suprised by the lack of interrogation, but I'm certainly not complaining...
Then the grumpy old mayor rose from his throne and left.
I was felt slightly confused and didn't really know where to go...Decided to take a stroll through the fort...
But as I was walking I noticed that the further I got from the main area the more twisted the place became, after a Urist or two strange things such as cut off fingers and scab-infected animals became common sight...The looks on some of the dwarves faces were cold and their eyes filled with contempt... On my way back I had to hold back an urge to start running.
Safely I managed to get to the diningroom...I sat down in the back chewing on some deer intestine. Leaning back observing the madness while taking small sips of my long-pipe...
With an heavy thud an enourmous dwarf sits down beside me, almost as big as a human...maybe bigger carrying a warhammer in one hand and a barrel of ale in the other.
With a rumbeling voice he introduces himself as Cellmonk, warrior of the new era, crusher of goblins and savior of penguins. With a slight grin on his face he asked if I wanted a quick introduction to the place. I hesitated, he took that as a yes and told me that I now owed him twelve ursists. That was more then half my coins but then again I wasn't really in a position where I could haggle...
After taking a chug from his barrel he began to tell me about the people of Rhymehammer...
Valrandir,The mayor of rhymehammers, dressed in white with a long gray beard, very stubborn and a cruel leader. But then again you have to be cruel to survive around here. I think he was some kinda hot-shot back at the mountain homes, but you know the top thought his methods were a bit extreme...
Lyzolda, Well...she is huge, enough fat on that dwarf to keep a small fort alive for a week, Rawr Rawr Rawr(Cellmonk laughter). One of our best miners aswell as the founder of the fort. I didn't hear it from her but some dwarves says she ripped apart her huspand for cheating on her with a lama, Rawr Rawr Rawr. Well when the guards came by she mauled 'em up to and set out into the forest...
Loyed,Yeah...What do we know about Loyed?...Not much, he's a doctor and he's mad. But something about him gives me the creep...He is always staring at people never talking to anyone...Except for that kid... This little girl, 'bout eight or so dont know how she got here but she spends disturbingly much time with that guy... you know what i'm sayin'?
Umbrad...Ubrago...Umbrageofsnow...fckn' dwarfs these days, you know what i'm sayin'? Suddently Urist McUrist isn't good 'nuff anymore, comin here with their fancy names. hupmh... Well she's our mechanic...builds stuff...yup. If she's havin a bad day you'd better stay out of her way cause she got the temprament of a thunderstorm and fights like a wildcat,Rawr Rawr Rwa.
You remember the dorf with the burnt face and the hammer? Well, that's AgathGethor the traitor...or so they call him. Used to be a soldier in the mountain homes forces, a good soldier too. He raised in ranks quickly but then one day he was accused of being a traitor, dont know any details tho'. Put in the mountain homes jail, tortured for years but I hear he withstood it and they never forced a word out of him. When nothin' happned the people back at the mountain homse decided that it was time to step it up a notch. They pulled his head down a bucket of magma and as his beard burned the dwarf who had kept his lips sealed for so many years yelled out a scream of insanity.(Cellmonk begins scratching his beard nervously). He's beard never grew back neither did his sanity...a few years later a few dwarves escaped the prison during a riot and came here, they brought AG along aswell since even tho' his mind isn't what it used to be his hammerskills sure are,rawr rawr rawr.
"Kingfisher enters" -Cellmonk! You should be on duty!
Yes Captain!
The rest of 'em are just a bunch of thugs, rapists and murderers...Welcome to fckn Rhymehammers! Also gimme 'em coins, rawr rawr rawr!
End of intro
I was in bit of a hurry so the grammar might not be perfect and I might have gotten some bits of the story wrong. If you wanted something about your dwarf to be different please tell me
Also one urist(in this post) can mean one meter, one second, one minute or 1 dwarven coin
