The Temple of the Dwarven Gods: training, crafting, drinking, and worship.


Silver Crusade

Grand Lodge

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Jafgar Goldgrin took a look around the newly furnished temple. The two story building features a forge, brewery, and archive on the lower floor while on the upper it has small shrines to all the dwarven gods (except Droskar) and a large shrine for torag. There is also a training yard outside. Jafgar made sure the shrines were neat and tidy especially those of Kols and Torag. He then went downstairs and poured a few mugs of ale then went to tidy the archive until he realized that would take all day so he went opened the doors and windows.

Finally Jafgar nailed a note to the front door.

"Welcome to the Dwarven Temple of Absalom,
Though this is a temple we do a lot more than worship
come to drink, eat, and fight.
All races are always welcome to come here though certain religious ceremonies may only be open to dwarves."

Then Jafgar went to a wooden chair and sat with a mug of ale took a swig then waited to see who would arrive.

Liberty's Edge

"It's a mighty fine place you've put together here, m'friend." A dwarf with a wild and unkempt mane and beard of shockingly orange hair claps Jafgar on the shoulder and drains his own chipped and well-worn tankard of ale. Most of it makes it into his mouth. He walks over to the kegs with surprising speed and refills his tankard. "I'll help ye rebuild it tomorrah after tonight's festivities. Long as we don't burn it completely down! Har!"

Silver Crusade

A wayang, in Mithral armor bearing the holy symbol of Grundinnar and riding a flying cartoon-like pink Alicorn, lands at the steps outside the temple. She swiftly dismounts and walks inside with her strange companion.

"Oh wow, it's so great that there is a shrine to Grundinnar here near the grand lodge!" she exclaims, looking around at all the shrines.

"Oh yes." her strange creature agrees.

As she approaches a somewhat-forgotten shrine in a corner of the room, she pulls out a small prayer book from bag.

"Do you think it's okay if we recite the prayer in Taldane? I mean, We're in a Dwarven temple, but I never did learn Dwarven properly." the wayang asks her companion.

"Hmm, well, he's the god of freindship and loyalty right? He'll probably understand as long as it's not in infernal. Maybe celestial, just to be safe?"

"Good call." the Wayang says. She opens the book and positions it so that both she and her strange mount can read it. The two begin a rather lengthy prayer to Grundinnar in Celestial.

Celestial:
The prayer asks Grundinnar to watch over them, and help them maintain their friendships, grow new ones, and mend broken ones, so that they may spread the joy of friendship to others.

Grand Lodge

A young dwarven lass, not yet past her first century, slowly climbs the steps of the temple. Her beard is a fiery amber, immaculately oiled and braided, with strands of soft gold woven into it. In spite of this, the weight of the world seems to bear down upon her shoulders just as the battered musket she carries does.

In Dwarven:
"Hail, brother, honored of Torag. I would seek your counsel."

Should the priest be available, she continues in Dwarven:
"I left Dongun Hold at the behest of my Master Smith, to come here and aid the Pathfinder Society as a representative of all dwarves. Yet time after time, I am sent on errands which would see me trample upon Torag's Laws and the honor of my people, in favor of human vagaries and power struggles," she scoffs. "Humans who seek even to manipulate their own sons and daughters in callous bids for power and empire, caring neither for their own law, the Laws, nor their familial duty." She pauses. "How is it that these efforts uphold the Laws and our honor? Can you help me to see, with Torag's grace, what I cannot alone?"

Should the priest have other guests, she states in Common:
"My pardons for coming at an inopportune time. I will pray at the Forge until it is more convenient to discuss matters."

Liberty's Edge

Twillika Saiville wrote:
"Do you think it's okay if we recite the prayer in Taldane? I mean, We're in a Dwarven temple, but I never did learn Dwarven properly." the wayang asks her companion.

Dreg hoists his tankard toward the wayang, only spilling a small amount. "They put up with me prayers and me not-truly-dwarven holy symbol. If yer heart's true and yer prayers are *hic* too, yer welcome to do whatever praying yeh need. Can I get either of you lasses a drink? M'name's Dreggory. Dreg."

Grand Lodge

Melania Hardwick wrote:

A young dwarven lass, not yet past her first century, slowly climbs the steps of the temple. Her beard is a fiery amber, immaculately oiled and braided, with strands of soft gold woven into it. In spite of this, the weight of the world seems to bear down upon her shoulders just as the battered musket she carries does.

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I do not quite understand the details of your tasks. I am primarily a priest of Kols therefore I believe highly in upholding of ones commitments. But if your commitment ends up diverting you from torags path then Kols would want nothing more than for you to cut this oath. Follow your faith, your Dwarven gut will tell you if you are in the wrong.

Grand Lodge

"Welcome all to the temple. Keep it lively here I wouldn't want to get bored. And don't tear the place down will ya" jafgar laughs. Jafgar then says "I am a pathfinder agent therefor I am not here all the time. If any of you are in need of consul than please leave me a note and I will call upon you so that I may assist you in your spiritual needs."

Silver Crusade

Dreg Alesbane wrote:
Dreg hoists his tankard toward the wayang, only spilling a small amount. "They put up with me prayers and me not-truly-dwarven holy symbol. If yer heart's true and yer prayers are *hic* too, yer welcome to do whatever praying yeh need. Can I get either of you lasses a drink? M'name's Dreggory. Dreg."

The Wayang finishes up her prayers and turns to the Dwarf who contacted her. She approaches him, her strange pegasus-unicorn abreast of her.

"Oh yes, I'm sure that's true. It's just, well, I mean I've only ever had small shrines to Grundinnar before. Just out-of-the-way spots and such, certainly nothing so grand as this." she gestures to the room around her. "It's all kind of imposing to be honest. . . don't want to embarrass myself, in front of people who are actually, like, true devotees to these gods. Like, I mean clerics and paladins and stuff."

"Oh, uh, a drink? Well, I hope you don't think less of me, but Dwarven alchohol doesn't seem to combine well with Wayang physiology. . . at least not mine anyway. Maybe something . . . less potent? she turns to her companion. "Rainbow, you want anything?"

"No thank you," she responds. "I prefer my wheat and barley NOT fermented." she adds in a playful way, and the two giggle at their own little joke.

Liberty's Edge

Heh, I think I've got something for you." The dwarf walks over behind the bar, puts his tankard down, cracks his knuckles, and gets a few items out from behind the bar. "Ever had a shandy? Elven friend o'mine interduced me to 'em. Bit sweet for my tastes, but refreshing on a hot day. I like the fizz." He mixes up half a large bowl of slightly fizzy spring water, squeezes in lemon, and adds a healthy dose of sugar. He fills half a glass with the mixture and tops it with a light local beer from one of the kegs. Bringing the glass of shandy and bowl of lemonade over to the two, he says "Let me know how these suit yeh. Orders for anyone else?"

Grand Lodge

Dreg Alesbane wrote:
Heh, I think I've got something for you." The dwarf walks over behind the bar, puts his tankard down, cracks his knuckles, and gets a few items out from behind the bar. "Ever had a shandy? Elven friend o'mine interduced me to 'em. Bit sweet for my tastes, but refreshing on a hot day. I like the fizz." He mixes up half a large bowl of slightly fizzy spring water, squeezes in lemon, and adds a healthy dose of sugar. He fills half a glass with the mixture and tops it with a light local beer from one of the kegs. Bringing the glass of shandy and bowl of lemonade over to the two, he says "Let me know how these suit yeh. Orders for anyone else?"

Jafgar raises his hand and says I'll have a mug of ale, pour from the barrel on the far right that one's straight from the five kings mountains; in fact I think the brewer of that ale died so this may be the last barrel of his i have.

Jafgar drinks the ale which is very strong and for some reason drinking it makes you see clearer.

Jafgar turns to Dreg and says you look familiar; have we met?

Silver Crusade

The Wayang tentatively takes a sip of the strange brew.

"Oh wow. Yeah, that is pretty good but a bit sweet. Thank you.". She takes another drink from the cup before adding "My name is Twillika, Twillika Saiville. And this here is my best friend, Rainbow Legacy."

"A pleasure to meet you." the winged creature says as she bows her head.

Liberty's Edge

Dreg refills his own tankard with the same beer he pours for Jafgar and raises his cup to clink glasses after. "To the brewer and to our new hall here. To long remembered friends and new ones."

After taking a long draught, he turns to Jafgar. "Familiar, maybe. I've walked past a long string of faces to get me here today. A lot are pretty fuzzy, past the drink. Apologies if yours is one of 'em."

Grand Lodge

Dreg Alesbane wrote:

Dreg refills his own tankard with the same beer he pours for Jafgar and raises his cup to clink glasses after. "To the brewer and to our new hall here. To long remembered friends and new ones."

After taking a long draught, he turns to Jafgar. "Familiar, maybe. I've walked past a long string of faces to get me here today. A lot are pretty fuzzy, past the drink. Apologies if yours is one of 'em."

Jafgar nods and says ah worry not, being a priest i see many faces as well. Perhaps a drink or two will jog my memory


A thuggish human steps into the temple. Glaring at the group gathered he sees Jafgar and says Jafgar, the money, get it to the Laughing Wyvern within two days time. Understand?. He casually lays his hand on the pummel of the shortsword sheathed at his side.

Grand Lodge

Fedrin wrote:
A thuggish human steps into the temple. Glaring at the group gathered he sees Jafgar and says Jafgar, the money, get it to the Laughing Wyvern within two days time. Understand?. He casually lays his hand on the pummel of the shortsword sheathed at his side.

I thought I was supposed to deliver two weeks from tomorrow? Jafgar said in a stern voice. Then Jafgar sighed Well I assume you have not come here in a negotiating mood, I'll bring the money when you wish it to be delivered.

Liberty's Edge

Dreg narrows his eyes and asks Jafgar, "Who's this 'ere jokester?" His hand starts to move toward the biggest of the axes he carries he carries around.


Dreg Alesbane wrote:
Dreg narrows his eyes and asks Jafgar, "Who's this 'ere jokester?" His hand starts to move toward the biggest of the axes he carries he carries around.

The names Fedrin, and if ye think im intimidated by that clumsy axe o yers than know that im not. Fedrin turned to Jafgar and said I think you and i understand eachother, have the money when Vak wants it and everything will go smoother Fedrin grinned then headed out the door.

Silver Crusade

Twillika's eyes narrow and she stares at the newcomer.

"Sir, you've said your piece, and made it clear you are no friend of anyone here. I suggest you leave, your spoiling everyone's mood."

For her part, Rainbow Legacy flares her nostrils angrily and lowers her head slightly, making it clear that her horn can be made a weapon.

Silver Crusade

"Hello, the Temple!" the overarmored (it's kind of blinding, really) chelaxian woman strides into the place, looking around at who is here. "I need to find someone who can work sky-metal. Inheritance was wounded in the Wound..." It takes a moment, but she seems to realize what she'd said, and gives a throaty chuckle.

"Anyways, I need a Smith, and Inheritance is made of adamantine. Jormundun is a little far from Nerosyan for me to travel in a day, and I noticed the new place here. I thought to myself, 'well, this is where Rhon might come, if he were here in the Lodge', so I thought I might check it out for that reason, too."

Not always the sharpest of observers, Bree seems to notice some conflict brewing and looks more closely to the speakers.

Silver Crusade

"Bree-Bran?"

Twillika's eyes light up as she sees the paladin walk in.

"It's me, Twillika, from Avaline's party about a year ago! It's so good to see you."

The wayang runs up to greet and hug the paladin along with Rainbow Legacy.

Silver Crusade

The paladin seems a bit surprised as the small, dark woman runs up, but she is solid as a wall. "Hello, Twillika! I didn't know if I'd see anyone familiar here..." She shifts a greatsword on her back to prevent accidental cuts, and uses a gauntleted hand to rub the long, lustrous mane of the colorful equine.

"We should catch up at length, given a chance. I've been working steadily since we went and rescued that Air-Lord prisoner." She frowns just a bit, and continues, "But, I caught you in the middle of something, didn't I?"

Silver Crusade

The wayang shakes her head.

"Oh, not really, I was just talking to these fine gentelmen" she says sweeping her hands to show the dwarves, "about how great it is to finally have a proper shrine to Grundinnar here in Absolom. You'd think the god of friendship would be more popular, but, eh, who am I to complain?"

The eidolon graciusly accepts being petted before speaking. "Twillika and I have been busy too! We recently rescued one of the . . . oh, whatchamacallum. Jewel . . . philosophers? Sages? That's it, the Jeweled sages. We recently rescued one of them from a long imprisonment."

Silver Crusade

A brow eyed, brow haired dwarf clanks noisily into the temple.

"Praise Torag! We finally have a proper place to eat, drink, and partake in the proper worship of the Dwarven pantheon! Excellent work Jafgar!"

Silver Crusade

Knowledge (Religion): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27

"I have to admit that I know less than I would like about gods for the Dwarves, other than Torag." the worshipper of Iomedae nods to the wayang. "However, I did some research for going into Jormundun."

She looks around the room, as if for someone, "But, if I remember correctly, isn't Grundinnar the one who makes sure old friends are not forgotten, even after years? I ask, because it is not often I see those I once knew, being in Absalom so rarely." She smiles warmly to Twillika and Rainbow Legacy. "Though, I must admit, such a warm welcome from new friends is most wonderful as well."

Silver Crusade

The door opens and a male centaur enters. Each one of his hoofs is packed in into a little leather bundle. He wears a leather armor/barding combo and a leathery glove on his left hand. Over his shoulder he carries a composite bow and a quiver, on each of his flanks is a scabbard with a longsword inside. On his lower back sites a eagle which is scanning the surroundings.

The centaur himself looks around before he catches eyes on Twillika, Rainbow and Bree-Bran. He smiles and says: "Didn't expect you three here. He you doin'?"

Liberty's Edge

"Jafgar, what kinda trouble've you been brewin up with shady chaps like that?"

Dreg eyes all of the newcomers and waves them in. "Can I get yeh all anything tah drink? The ale is overflowing. Even got this barrel blessed at me own temple."

He takes orders as they come in and serves them up. He glances up as the centaur walks in. "When in the abyss did the decemvirate see fit to approve a centaur as an agent? Is that a thing?"

Silver Crusade

Dorn glares at Jafgar. "Why wouldn't they approve a centaur, or anyone else? Good agents come in all shapes and sizes. Come on in Erik, grab a barrel."

Liberty's Edge

Dorn Stoneheart wrote:
Dorn glares at Jafgar. "Why wouldn't they approve a centaur, or anyone else? Good agents come in all shapes and sizes. Come on in Erik, grab a barrel."

Dreg scoffs, "O' course they do laddie, they let my sorry arse in. I just figgered there bein a centaur agent confirmed woulda made a lot more noise is all."

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OOC, was there a centaur boon released at some point? Did that just completely fly under the radar?

Silver Crusade

Bree-Bran frowns deeply at the mention of that hated place and obviously bristles. A hand rises above her shoulders to steady one of the greatswords she wears, but makes no move to draw it.

Silver Crusade

Dorn Stoneheart wrote:
Dorn glares at Jafgar. "Why wouldn't they approve a centaur, or anyone else? Good agents come in all shapes and sizes. Come on in Erik, grab a barrel."

"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't take alcohol well. Either I'm doing the weirdest stuff or I get very aggressive. I still remember those moments."

Dreg Alesbane wrote:
Dreg scoffs, "O' course they do laddie, they let my sorry arse in. I just figgered there bein a centaur agent confirmed woulda made a lot more noise is all."

"Well", says Erik, "let's just say that they need someone who knows Iobaria very well, in case they need to send some of us there.

I was born there, I was raised there and I lived there. Basically I know every corner. So, if you have to travel there, just ask me", the centaur tells in a calm tone before he walks into the back of the temple.

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