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Dwarven Cleric

With Garidan

"The young elven maiden offered to help us scout the goblin defenses. She departed along with several of our elite rangers not long after you arrived. We have not heard from any of them since. But I trust in our rangers, they will get her back safely... and I believe in Elannaris. She is a brave one, that elf." A hopeful look crosses Klagor's face, then he returns talking to the other refugees.


Dwarven Cleric

The remainder of the afternoon and early evening go by slowly. Exhausted from the battle and mentally spent from your subsequent dealings about Eastgate, everyone settles into their cots for an brief rest. Before long, the delightful smells of a warm meal begin to waft through the Temple. Several priests dressed in black robes begin to usher the refugees to the outer vestibule where dinner is served.

Before your turn arrives, Klagor approaches and sets a small cask in front of Garidan. "Well, here you are... one small cask filled with the sacred water blessed from Jolnar's Font. And for you, young lady," he turns to Niyut and holds out two rolls of parchment. "As promised, two scrolls to restore any harm that the undead may cause."

2 scrolls of lesser restoration. I remember saying you'd get them, but can't find an entry detailing whether or not I actually gave them to you.

"I understand you intend to leave later tonight. I wish you good fortune and Jolnar's blessing should an enemy bear arms against you. But before you leave, we have prepared a meal for all of the refugees tonight, and Rohsa has sent over a full cask of her ale for everyone's enjoyment. So, please... help yourselves."


Dwarven Cleric

With Garidan

"A whole keg of it... holy water?" the dwarf says with a look of bewilderment. "I suppose it's proper that we grant you this request. You did save Jolnar's Font from whatever evil the goblins brought with them. Give it here... I'll have it back to you before dinner." Klagor hoists the keg on his shoulder and begins to walk away towards the back of the temple.

"This is the first of these I've carried on my shoulder... and not drank!"


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Dwarven Cleric
Truk'tosh wrote:
"I'm sorry to hear it", Truk says aloud. "Would the events of the Shaping be enough to allow those wayward Hammerfists that survived to reclaim their birthright? This world needs leaders now more than ever."

"That would be for the remaining family to decide. Only Garlana, Balendor's second wife and his youngest daughter remain as Hammerfist's in the Eastgate."


Dwarven Cleric
Truk'tosh wrote:
"Can you tell me about this crest? I'd like to know about the dwarf that penned the scroll? I believe he might have known a friend of mine."

"Of course, that crest was the Hammerfist clan; it is all but dead now. The priest that made your scroll was the last of his name here at the Eastgate. He perished in the Shaping of the world. When the skies opened up and the mountains cracked, he left the Temple and the safety of the Eastgate to help recall the guards outside the gate. His name was Balendor Hammerfist, 1st Templar to the High Priest of Jolnar. There were others on Malta that bore his name, but they renounced any claim to his title when they left his halls. As great as that name once was, it has fallen and may be lost forever." Klagor's face grew long as he remembered and old friend.


Dwarven Cleric

No soon had the sales team returned to the Temple, Klagor approaches. "It is time... gather what you need for battle and follow me," he says solemnly and stands waiting for you to gather before him.


Dwarven Cleric

After more rest, the group is greeted by several young dwarven acolytes delivering warm beef stew, crusty bread and some fine dwarven stout ale. The nourishment strengthens your resolve and brights your spirits. Perhaps it was the hearty meal, but more likely it was the ale.

As you finish the stew, you see Klagor making his way through the makeshift infirmary talking with several injured dwarves and other refugees of the Shaping. "I hope you found the meal to your liking. I'm sure the cot wasn't." Klagor says to you with a hopeful look. Turning to Niyut, he continues, "Perhaps this will be more useful to you than it was to its scribe... he was one of the faithful that was lost in the Shaping." Klagor hands the half-orc a scroll bound by a wax seal in which is stamped a crest of a dwarven warhammer crossed by a clenched fist.

"I shall also scribe one myself with cures should your strength be drained again. It will be ready before you depart for the lower caverns. And for you," Klagor regards Malthazir. "Dtukk sends this." He pulls out a wine bottle and hands it to the elf with a wide grin. Malthazir takes the bottle and inspecting it, his eyes widen for a moment as he recognizes the label as an ancient elven wine of extraordinary value. However, scrawled across the label are dwarven runes. Malthazir sits puzzled for a moment before Truk'tosh leans over and reads the runes. Dtukk's Firebrew - Use Caution!

Spellcraft on Bottle, DC11 :
This is a four dose potion of Firebrew (CL3). This is a custom spell based off Firebelly. In ddition to acting as Firebelly, you can specify one target that fails its save, that target is on fire and takes an additional 1d4 the next round.

"Prepare yourselves, we'll leave for the briefing with Kata shortly." And the cleric departs.


Dwarven Cleric

"We don't have much to offer you, but I can send a few scrolls. Can someone amongst you read such divine inscriptions?"


Dwarven Cleric

"Yes, as luck would have it, most of those upon the surface seem to have been swept away, while those under the ground were protected at least from maelstrom that reformed our world. But, to remain here... upon this broken world... with the horrors that have now been released... I'm not sure we were on the 'good' side of luck." Klagor takes a deep breath, "Feels like bad luck." The balding dwarf looks solemnly over the group before bowing and departing.


Dwarven Cleric

"Greetings, I am Klagor, Priest of Jonar and High Cleric of the Eastgate," the balding priest introduces himself. "Your beasts will be provided for, please follow me. You look as though you are in need of healing and rest."

He leads the group down a wide passage and through a pair of massive archways; ending in a vaulted cathedral dedicated to Jolnar given the statues and emblems you see about you. In the center of this temple, you see a raised diaz with a fire pit blazing. The warmth of the fire brings instant comfort which has been missing since your journey began. Surrounding the diaz nearly a hundred cots and beds have been gathered. You see many are filled with dwarven warriors recovering from injury.

Klagor leads you to a set of straw beds with wool blankets folded upon them. He departs momentarily then returns with food; a warm meat stew with potatoes and carrots. He offers mugs and ale to those thirsty.

Examining each of you in turn, he lays his hands upon you, and you feel energy return to your aching muscles as your wounds heal. To Truk'tosh, Garidan and Gruskorb, he also offers a milky substance from a canteen about his neck. Upon drinking the elixir, you feel your strength return.

You are at full hp and all strength damage is healed. Any conversation with Klagor before Katadante visits you?