Grimm Giantsbane
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Roleplay posts: 7
Age: Mid-60s in Dwarven years.
Appearance: Grimm is four feet tall with a leathery, worn face. Salt and pepper hair and a long, typically braided, beard. He has a slight limp when he walks. His arms and hands are tattooed with various Dwarven runes.
Allegiances: The Orcjaw Clan
Registered: May 15, 2021 17:29:49 GMT -5
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Post by Grimm Giantsbane on May 21, 2021 22:33:01 GMT -5
After passing through the strait between two settlements without issue, the Riddarhawk followed the other Orcjaw longships along a coast-hugging northeast track across the inland sea. There was much talk among the crew about where King Durathorn would choose to finally disembark. The dwarves were not seafaring folk, many on this ship had never been aboard any vessel. Many aboard had hardly ever left the mining towns where they had been born. Grimm, a retired Pick from the Stone Guard, had some experience at sea but not enough to make him any less anxious than the others to plant his stubby legs on dry land.
The longships had first come to a bay guarded by a lone, large island at its southern mouth. "This'r looks par-fect!" someone shouted at the sight of the bay, likely a member of the Woodcutter's Guild judging by the dwarf's cadence. Alas, the King had apparently decided to continue on. The morale boost that at least the crew aboard the Riddarhawk received had begun to fade. Grimm feared mass cabin fever was about to ensue.
However, morale boosted once more as mountains appeared through the stiff fog to the northeast! Cheers rang out again but Grimm could host a celebration like the one when they had come to this new land. The long journey and excessive partying, primarily due to boredom, had caused his supply to run low. Grimm Giantsbane was a tavern keeper and he had to ensure that he had enough stock to open a watering hole whenever and wherever they finally arrived.
The Riddarhawk followed the ships through a smaller bay than the first one they had passed. The bay eventually narrowed into a wide river flanked on either side by rolling hills. Eventually they came to a split in the river, one side leading northwest and the other leading northeast. The split in the river was backdropped by a range of mountains so beautiful that Grimm could not help but shed a tear at the sight of them.
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Grimm Giantsbane
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: Mid-60s in Dwarven years.
Appearance: Grimm is four feet tall with a leathery, worn face. Salt and pepper hair and a long, typically braided, beard. He has a slight limp when he walks. His arms and hands are tattooed with various Dwarven runes.
Allegiances: The Orcjaw Clan
Registered: May 15, 2021 17:29:49 GMT -5
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Post by Grimm Giantsbane on May 22, 2021 22:15:38 GMT -5
Thwop. Thwop. Thwop.
Grimm wiped the sweat from his brow as the spruce tree came crashing down to his right hand side. Cutting timber was usually the job of those in the Woodcutter's Guild but almost the whole Orcjaw Clan had been deputized as lumberjacks in the name of the new settlement. Those who were not chopping down trees had been sent up river in small, soft chined hull fishing dories up the two rivers, referred to as the "East Fork River" and "West Fork River", to explore the mountains that gave life to them. These names were directional descriptions of the streams that branched off the river they had paddled in on, the "Greycrest River", named after the Greycrest Mountains of the Clan's homeland. The dwarf had heard some of the other say that the Greycrest emptied in "Sapper's Bay", apparently because it had been a Pick in the crow's nest of the Mineweaver that had first sighted the bay.
Policy had been set by Wurden Rubyhold, Guild Master of the Woodcutter's Guild, that individual merchants (which included tavern and innkeepers) may apply their labor and the fruits thereof towards their own businesses. That meant that Grimm was able to keep all the logs that he cut for the purposes of constructing his tavern instead of having it appropriated for the official construction projects of the Clan. He had set up a temporary establishment of a large tent with some smaller tent's roughly connected and named it Goblin's Landing. The fresh cut logs before him will hopefully be the beginnings of a proper tavern taking form.
He tossed his axe down and lifted a waterskin to his mouth. "Ahhh," he breathed as he downed the last of the water and wiped his bearded chin. He could see one of the dories coming down the East Fork. Grimm recalled a conversation last night at Goblin's Landing between crew of one of the riverine scouting parties.
"The East Fork is short but volatile, aye! Like me wife!" one of the mates said as the crew erupted into laughter. He continued, "and the West Fork... well she's long but slow going, needing extra love an attention she ain't deserved. Like me mistress!"
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Grimm Giantsbane
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: Mid-60s in Dwarven years.
Appearance: Grimm is four feet tall with a leathery, worn face. Salt and pepper hair and a long, typically braided, beard. He has a slight limp when he walks. His arms and hands are tattooed with various Dwarven runes.
Allegiances: The Orcjaw Clan
Registered: May 15, 2021 17:29:49 GMT -5
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Post by Grimm Giantsbane on May 23, 2021 19:15:50 GMT -5
The trials and tribulations of our clan began prior to my forefather, and the forefather of many here today, King Hagrim slaying the Orc King Grigg. Prior to our clan we were naught but a hill tribe of the Greycrest Mountains before they even were known by that name. That tribe, our tribe, defeated orcs, goblins, kobolds, dragons, and all manner of monsters and enemies. Then the Great Orc War came and King Hagrim defeated the Orc King and our peoples were bound forever by the gods.
The floods came, our mines were filled with the sea, our homes left to the hydra. All we had worked for, for generations, for millenia, washed away as easy as hot water washes the blood off of steel. Riches and invaluable items alike gone, sitting at the bottom of thousands of feet of water to never be seen again. Worst of all, we mourn those brave loved ones who lost their life to the rising tide as all we had known was sunk to the deep.
But we, our people, the Orcjaw Clan, we persevered once again. We boarded the ships that are moored on the river behind me. We braved storms and violent seas, all as a people who were not of the sea. The gods have blessed us, blessed us for our courage to do what we have done. Many days were spent at sea and we came to this new, seemingly virgin land. We found the mountains where we will once again build all that we lost.
This place around us, I proclaim that it is Khala'dur, "new home" in the old tongue. In a millenia our descendants shall speak of this day and the days we've endured and will endure. There is still much work to do, dwarves do not solely live out of wood framed buildings. We need stone, we need mines, we production, all of our Clan shall need to contribute so that we, our clan, or race, shall not perish.
Go forth, Dwarves, go forth and rebuild!
A roar of cheers rang out and tears ran down Grimm's cheeks at the words of King Durathorn Orcjaw. Goblin's Landing was sure to be a busy tonight. |
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