Aluudon [DF]

The Playful Razors are our Nation, a mighty dwarven civilization from the south-west continent. Hailing from the grand mountainhall of Lashedwebs in the mountain range known as the Walls of Elevation, our territory is encroached on all sides by the tall ones.



East of Lashedwebs are the Elven forest retreats of the Lion of Assembling, our perennial enemies. Encircling our mountains and encompassing the rest of the peninsula are "friendly" human cities inhibiting our expansion. Their merchants ply their wares at our gates, spreading rumors of rich lands to the north, but warning that these lands are inhabited by a warlike race of green-skinned creatures... foul monsters that delight in torture and chaos, more savage even then the bloodthirsty elves we know, and more advanced in the ways of warfare.

We have watched for years as the humans villages around us grow fat and wealthy with trade and travel, while our mountainhalls languish in obscurity, our caravans traveling no farther than the nearby swamps and forest retreats to collect tribute from our primal elven neighbors.

The year is 251.

Her majesty the queen of the Playful Razors has authorized a secret expedition of seven dwarves who will travel to the far north. There we will seek the riches that have been so long denied us, and test the mettle of the infamous "goblin" warriors. She dubbed our mission Kosoth Stettad, the Palace of Taxes.

Below is our roster of heroes:

The lady Masterblade, a worker of stone. She has been tense and jittery for this entire journey, but I think that might be because of all the mosquitos.

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There's Tripps, purportedly a woodworker of some skill.

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Our resident animal expert, the ranger Schazer. Still spry at eighty-five, I think it has something to do with all those stretches she does in the middle of a conversation.

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Purple Walrus, an expert at procuring and cutting gems from the bowels of the earth. She's friendly and hates brown recluse spiders nearly as much as I do.

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The very matter-of-fact Doctor Palamedes.

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The mason Leafsword assures me that if we are attacked by wild beasts, or those goobers or gobbers or whatever they're called, he can fight them off with his swordsdwarfship. He has a copper sword, so he must be telling the truth.

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And of course there is myself, Thriggle. I will see to it that this expedition achieves glory worthy of Rakust's attention.

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