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About Molgrin Elf-Gutter

4' 3", 192 lbs

War... War.

War finds us all, one day or another.

Whether you wield the ax, or suffer it's scars, it will find you, seek you out in the night. No God or Ward can protect you.

I used to think I was safe, secure under miles of rock and granite. I lived my life believing the dwarves were above the petty violence of the Surface Dwellers. I did not draw my first breath of surface-air until the age of 61, and I have never slept soundly since, so poisoned by it were my lungs and Soul. As an Elder Dwarf, I was a Lorekeeper and dedicated to our history, and knew in my heart our path of Righteousness would never fail us. Torag would prevail!

I was wrong.

Death came upon us in whispers and shadows. The Drow, wretched as they may be as souls, kill with an efficiency that rivals none. Two thousand years of knowledge lay gurgling in their own vitriol in minutes. Two thousand years of empty promises of safety and superiority lay with them.

War had befallen us. And we had lost.

Some died, some fled. In the end, there was no difference. All that mattered was those who had stayed, those who had fought back.

Warriors turned to cowards, Leaders turned to slaves.

But a few, a rare few, drew power from their loss, drew power from their rage. A rare few, like me, devoted our lives, bookish though they may have been, to violence. Not good, not evil; not right, nor wrong. Simply justice, and death, and revenge.

I took up the Oath - I now carry the weight of the spiked chain of Zon-Kuthon upon my shoulders. I shall slay every enemy of the Cheliax Dwarven community, be it evil or good, and never feel a moment's remorse.

The Skalds and Nymphs of this new air-breathing land I explore will sing either of my great deeds or my folly – I care not which.

So long as they sing of Blood, and Honor.

So swears Molgrin Elf-Gutter, 5th of Neth, 4711 AR
Elder Dwarf
Lorekeeper

... Instrument of Vengeance