Bromgarn Trollgirth's page

Initially, Bromgarn Trollgirth is a LN male hill dwarf expert [stonemason, sculptor, engineer] 9. He uses Craft [engineering, stonecutting, sculpting] skills to craft specific items or artworks, so he has to kind of have a decent Intelligence score, but also Profession [engineering, stonecutting, sculpting] in general during the long term course of various jobs, so his Wisdom is high, too. I would basically GM fiat it that he applies his Profession skill more when working on his crafts than the actual Craft checks, to justify his eventual transformation.... But I don't want to spoil too much....

Moonday the 3rd of Wealsun (the same day that the Horned King's Men, disguised as Baklunish righteous avengers of Al'Akbar, cut down four Mouqollad Consortium merchants from Ket in the street outside the Nulbish Trade Emporium)....

Two weeks ago, the renowned hill dwarf master stone-shaper and architect, Bromgarn Trollgirth of Clan Marbledelver in the Iron Hills, received a commission from the newly reinstated Sisters of Stern Alia, who requested his widely-recommended skills to complete some masonry repairs and adornments in their recently-restored Temple of the Stern and Unalterable Way. Packing his masterwork hammers, chisels, awls, and files into saddlebags (along with an ample supply of goat jerky, cheese, bread, and some ale skins), he saddled "Old Buckleback", his not quite as stout as he was Highlands pony, and rode east for several days, arriving in Nulbish just one week ago.

For the past seven days, Master Bromgarn has toiled from dawn until dusk, stopping only four-or-five times each day to take brief meals (for instance, two kettles of lamb and mushroom stew with 4 loaves of crispy bread, slathered with creamy goat cheese, and two flagons of brown ale to wash it down). Despite the truly mind-boggling pace at which he has been emptying the temple larder and draining the temple ale vats, the Sisters of Stern Alia cannot deny the impressive quality of Bromgarn's stone-carving artistry--the way he imbues the stunning bas relief images of inevitables, modrons, and axiomites he has coaxed from the vaulted ceilings, archways, and columns almost with a breath of animating life....

After only a week's work, Master Bromgarn has already finished the vestibule and nave of the temple, and is now toiling away with an alacrity and skill that borders on Oerth-elemental magic. At around 3 in the afternoon, Ivid VIII "Orsino" arrives at the temple, notices the dwarven stone mason at work with a spark of mild interest, and then requests the aid of Sister Belit with the old and gravely ill father of Carnalynn Cleaver at the Butcher's Block. Sister Belit agrees to follow the wizard at once, and the two depart, leaving the dwarf to continue his artful labors, and the other 4 clergy of Stern Alia to watch in awe of his talent. At the Butcher's Block, Sister Belit cures old Sarcolas Cleaver of the consumption (tuberculosis) that had him with one foot already in his grave. Eyes widening at the sudden realization that a consumptive old man had been hacking and wheezing all over the source of the city's meat for devils-knew-how-long, Ivid VIII further suggested that Sister Belit magically purify every haunch of meat in the shop, which she agreed to with a sudden look of alarm and nod of understanding.

Later, as the sun sunk beyond the western city line of Nulbish, Master Bromgarn took one last meal for the evening (a rack of beef ribs, a jar of pickled olives from Sunndi, 3 boiled potatoes drenched in butter and herbs, and two more flagons of brown ale) before retiring to the choir loft for the night. He soon fell into a well-fed slumber, mustaches fluttering with each reverberating snore that echoed in the vaulted choir loft, blissfully unaware that sinister and hostile figures crept about in the street outside the temple, planning evil deeds of hateful bigotry against the dwarf....