Algric Graniteson's page

After the sailing is well under way, Aglric approaches Kazador. "So what's it going to be? Are you going to help deliver those weapons to our folk in Iustia or am I doing it alone?" The growl in his voice implies that there is no question about whether or not the crated weapons are going to the Iustian Dwarves.

It's about time. Kazador has put up with a LOT of abuse from Algric. I'd feel terrible about it if I had done it. XD

Algric mutters to Kazador "I'm takin' those crates to dwarven hands first chance I get. With or without you."

*checks pockets for spell and shrugs*

Interesting question, Amari. You will be interested in that arrow ring, I guarantee.

Regarding a straight trade, no I don't think so. I've got you guys well ahead of WBL and allowing players to trade items (at least without finding a willing trader and persuading him or her) would let you swap things for free instead of the intended system of half price for selling items, full price for buying.

The quartermaster nods. "Aye, certainly. Making a new suit of armor will take about a week. Does that sound good to ye?"

The dwarf looks over Amari's scribblings with an expert eye. He nods "Indeed, indeed they appear as if they would perform adequately. As for your request" he draws out a very finely-made quiver "This should prove itself useful."

The quartermaster nods to Amari when he returns. "Alright alright. Whadd'll it be?"

Looking closely at the corpse, Kaalul determines from the squat and broad stature that this too is a dwarf. He finds a rough cut across the neck. With his careful spell, he manages to preserve the parchment without letting it fall apart and finds the following written in Dwarvish:

”This is the last testament of Algric Graniteson of Clan Gravr. All of my earthly goods I leave to my son. I heard legend of this cavern and came here to investigate. I found the secret opening and it granted me entrance when I muttered to myself ‘I wonder how it opens.’ In here, I’ve encountered many dangers but the worst has been my inability to leave. I encountered four parallel chambers each containing different hazards and a sealed passage on the other side of them. I couldn’t figure out how to get through it or back out. In the left passage, there were strange creatures of air. In the middle left, fire swirled all around. I never tried going through that one. I snuck through the middle right passage as it just seemed to be full of giant piles of dirt. The far right passage seemed completely full of water so I didn’t try anything there. Here’s my sketch of the layout. Now I’m going to slit my own throat. I can’t take being stuck in here alone, starving to death.”
His map is added to the slides.

Algric calms down some at his Thane's words. "Your word is my command, Thane." He's still very far from happy about any part of this situation.

Algric falls silent, looking at Mel with a Stony mask of a face. Unsure what to say, he looks to Kazador. "Did you know this, my Thane?"

Alrgic's face grows darker and darker as Mel's story continues. "This is what my people died for? So those blasted Elves can improve their position?! There's not even a war on!!" He then proceeds to make some exceptionally rude comments on elves in general in Dwarvish. He doesn't seem likely to calm down any time soon.

Algric nods at Kazador's decision. "Yes I will follow my thane to find answers for our people. Smythe will not be pleased but I am free to resign my position."

You can go talk to Francis Stone, go to the badger for a nice dinner and some fast-forwarding in time, etc.

Kazador diplomacy: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16

Algric bows his head at Kazador's words. "Forgive me, my thane. Yes we should avenge our clan. But it is as the ancestors say 'a dwarf alone is half a dwarf.' I lost hope. By Torag, I will never repeat that mistake. I can show you where they were, near the clan vaults. But the road there is tusk territory now."

The dwarf's brow darkens and he sighs heavily. "If the council is wrapped up in this, all the more reason for yiu and I to stay out of it, my thane. We'd best lie low and let the fancy politicians sort themselves out." the Dwarf looks utterly defeated.

That's definitely good enough, Kazador. He's inclined to help you as his thane.

Algric looks Kazador hard in the eye and nods in respect.

Then he turns back to the others. "The orcs came hard and fast to Kazad Gravr. My entire unit was destroyed before we could send for reinforcements. I took a glancing axeblow to the helm and fell down a shaft. When I came too, the sounds of fighting were gone. I climbed back up and saw my comrades lying dead all around me. I could hear a faint noise in the distance as the orcs pushed their assault further in. Then I saw something out of place. Two tall, thin figures in robes exploring the runes on the walls." He spits in disgust. "Elves. They were looking for the vaults, Thane. Right after the wave of orcs. They were there." He shakes his head and his barrel chest heaves several times. He continues in a cracked voice "I ran. I ran from the home of my ancestors. I knew the tunnels better than them and I got out. But I never really got away. I moved to Astin for a while but they found me. Tried to kidnap me. I bolted just in time and changed my name. I don't know how long it will be before they find me again."

Algric smiles broadly back at Kazador, showing wide crooked teeth. He shrugs to Kazador. "Thought I was the only one made it out alive. Couldn't stand it." When Kazador asks Algric to spill everything, his eyes dart to Mel, Brolin, Perrin, and Kelian. In a low voice, he whispers in Dwarven "Can we trust these people my thane?"

I assume Kazador's higher in the succession than Algric and since as far as he knows you two are the only ones left...

"Mr. Norwich" turns to Mel with a nod. "Yes ma'am. I'll do what I can to help with that." He rubs his bearded chin thoughtfully at Mel's description of the situation. "Well given all that, I think I know what His Grace may be thinkin' of. I was patrollin' Kreneg's district down by the wharf. It was the middle of the night. There was a man in a cloak waiting on the wharf, hidin' behind some stacked rowboats. Then a small boat pulled up. The man hesitated for a little bit then made his way onto the boat, holdin' out a piece of paper. Couldn't hear what he said but this fellow on the boat with red hair and an eyepatch took the paper and nodded and smiled a lot. But the ginger kept his hands near his belt the whole time. I rushed out to investigate but the boat made off. The man in the cloak was fast. Terrifyingly fast. He got past me but I made out his face. It was that Alric fellow." He considers again. "This woulda been about two weeks ago."

The dwarf looks at Kazador with wonder in his shining eyes. He quickly slaps a fist to his chest and bows his head, replying in Dwarven. Then he grows very wary looking around. He leans in and whispers.