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3rd Wave

Adil "Leatherhands" Logemonol

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Niece of Merchantpants
A tall, fat, bald, 100-year-old woman, who despite her age was agile. Age had made her self-disciplined, patient and unemotional, though it had also made her rebellious, unhelpful, weak, susceptible to disease, and extremely inactive. She came to the order late in her life. Though quite old, she had never been married, and had no children to assist her through her late life. Her need of care and dislike of dwarven traditional society made her a good fit as an adept in the Abbey.

Bim "Sureshot" Libadmelbil

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Wife of Domas Uthirkadol, daughter of Calmspear and Dirtyhands
Bim was a teenager with long, greasy, dark brown hair and peach skin. She made a positive impression on the group early on in her stay when she fought off and nearly killed a kobold theif while successfully hunting and killing a kiwi at the same time. Though the kobold got away, it was only with multiple bolts lodged in his legs. Bim was not only a decent marksdwarf, but also highly creative, intelligent, and well-focused. Her patience, mixed with clumsiness and a lack of strength, made an axe or hammer a poor choice. Her father Alath "Dirtyhands" gave her a gift of a crossbow with a pack of valuable steel bolts for her coming-of-age instead. Bim was known to regularly sneak away, needing adventure and feeling strong urges regularly to search the wilds in a hunt, then lie about it later. In this one case, at least, the lying was unnecessary.

Domas "The Rock" Uthirkadol

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Husband of Bim
Domas was highly patient, a necessary quality for being married to someone like Bim. He was regularly sick, which kept him indoors most days, playing music by himself. He enjoyed spending hours focusing on creating new songs about his hatred of toads. He was a rock on which Bim was lightly anchored - moderate, conservative, unempathetic, and dutiful. Many assume their marriage had been arranged by Alath, Bim's father, as a way to settle her down and to have someone to keep her well guided.

Dumed "Trollslayer" Adaggusil

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Dumed was an experienced war vet, having fought in the ongoing War of the Punches against the goblin Taut Menace. He fought on the side of the dwarves in the conquest of Snakeghouls in 134, killing eight trolls in his service. By the time he made it to Tameprison, he was old at 125 years, thin, and weak. He soon made a name for himself in his later years as a master mason, creating the unique and highly valuable coffin Becorduthnur, known for being the most well-decorated and engraved coffin ever made. He planned to be buried in it, he said, which is why it had to be so nice. Otherwise, though, his age was showing, and his patience, willpower, intelligence, resilience, and memory were all failing him. Certainly, his timing in crafting the coffin was good.

Reg "Ladykiller" Kobelonul

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Reg was a 143-year-old single man. Still, he was in his prime, strong, patient, focused, resilient, creative, and aware, he lacked for little. He had short-term interests, was highly liberal, wasn't very cautious, was clumsy, and had pretty poor endurance. This left a line of women a few hundred meters long who were not terribly satisfied.

Shorast "Ringmaker" Zasthimshur

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Husband of Udil, he was 16 and extremely thin with long hair and no facial hair. Another of the Athel-Alath children, he had a resilient body, though a bit of a weak one. He was forgetful however, and this mixed with his assertiveness, confidence, inability to compromise, and lack of intelligence made him a somewhat frustrating person to talk with.

Udil "Happy" Zulbansedur

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Udil was similar to shorast in her inability to remember anything, though the two were opposites emotionally, as she was usually exuberant while he was typically depressed. She was actually stronger than him, which may explain some of that.

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Dumed has created Becorduthnur, a most impressive coffin!

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Dumed has created Becorduthnur, a most impressive coffin!

Mother of god... Thats a epic coffin.

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Diary of Reg the Cook

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21st Granite, 152
The last few months have been too exciting - and terrifying. After Bim's little run-in this winter, we've been getting regular visits from these kobolds. The dogs by the entrance scare them away each time, but I'm getting worried and don't leave the compound unless totally necessary. Another surprise today - Cattenam and Libash got married! They barely even mentioned it, and there was no ceremony, but still how exciting! It's not really a surprise, of course. I always wondered what they did so long down in the mines each day. Guess I know now. Shorast, one of the new guys, ran off and took up a mason's shop. He's been in a real odd mood lately. I don't know what he's up to. Anyway, party in the statue garden!

Diary of Zefon
23rd Hematite, 152

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What a year so far! After our honeymoon, me and Melbil got back to work finishing up the roofing for the new dorm. She's been hard at work churning out beds, so it's nice to see them put to use finally. The room looks nice - brilliant microcline flooring and orthoclase walls and ceiling. Her beds, of course, look really nice, and we may or may not have secretly broken each in at her workshop for the honeymoon. Father has been pretty pissy lately ever since the elves left. Seems like they didn't take kindly to him trying to sell them a wooden bin. And the bin itself was just thrown in for fun. He really just wanted to trade his thousand odd limestone carvings that were in the thing. He always makes sure to not use wood in his crafts, yet the elves didn't care. Given how well they seemed to be getting along up until that point, it really seemed to upset him. I think he really liked their liason, and he was always talking to the other merchants. I guess he had to pull some strings just to get them to come all the way out here from the far northeast, well past their borders.

Anyway, he got over it I thought for his wedding with "Dolorous" Reg (what an odd pair those two make!), but now he's back in the dumps. I think it's just Dolorous working her depressing charms on him, though.

Diary of Adil
25th Hematite, 152



Inod is dead. There was an accident - I don't even understand what happened. All I know is we found him under a pile of rubble ten feet high. There wasn't even anything anywhere else, it's just like everything fell right on him. I don't understand it. They were just deconstructing the scaffolding we had used to put up the columns for the dining room. How could this have happened? Everyone has been so kind to us, especially Libash. She gave us a collection of beautiful uncut gems she's been saving up from working in the mines. Cattenam came by also to give his respects. We've taken a day out to mourn, and now Father has planned a memorial tomb out in the western hills. Dumed, the master, is going to build a new coffin. Oh, I hope it's as nice as his masterpiece Becorduthnur is. I hoped he would have given that for Inod, but he said it was for himself only. I can understand, but still, I only hoped... I guess the memorial will be good enough. Inod was only such a small child, that's enough I think.


Ow.

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Diary of Bim

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3rd Opal, 152
The new baby Melbil is a beautiful little boy! How I love him! Domas has truly been MY Rock this whole time. He even ran down to the mines to help me with little Melbil when he popped out on the staircase. I know Father had told me I should be in bed so late in the pregnancy, but screw him and his silly rules! Melbil is just fine no matter what. I think everyone's really happy to see some new life, ever since... Inod. I just hope that doesn't happen to my Melbil.

The abbey is looking nicer and nicer each day, too. Adil and Alath have told us that plans for finishing up the dining room are starting now that the roof is done and the scaffolding has been *safeley* removed. Thank gods! I think everyone feels safer now that it's finished - no more Inods. Father has also directed us to construct a better entrance: now we've got a long walkway to go through and put the dogs at the far end so we can see anyone coming before it's too late. I think we're all going to be safe now.

Diary of Dumed
10th Granite, 153
Long winter. No snow so low in the hills, but it's been damn cold. Just got colder. Feels like Snakeghouls all over again. Dogs were out front, barking up a storm other night. Someone went out to check and saw they were chasing off some thief. Said the thief looked a bit big, but no problem, those dogs are bigger. So, went back inside and rejoined the party. We were celebrating the new year with a week-long party from 1st-7th Granite. As the door closed, I heard the dogs barking far off in the distance. They'd be back before long, I thought. Never thought what would happen next.

All of a sudden, the candles went out and the torches started flickering terribly. Shadows going up and down everywhere - the fires. For a moment I was lost in my past, and I was seeing that grand city coming down into ashes. I must've drank too much. Next thing I knew everyone was screaming. Goblins. Goblins. Been used to seeing them, we've got plenty back at the Brass, use em for kitchen staff and farmhands and the like. Ever since we stopped them to pieces at 'Ghouls they've had little fight left in them. Gleamedprofane proved that well enough.They lost thousands at the 'Ghouls and by the time we got to Gleamed they just threw down. Think we took a few dozen prisoners there.

Anyway, lost myself for a moment... Right... So, there they were. These weren't the kitchen staff sort, though I'm sure Reg wished they were, some sort of new year's gift from her husband. No, first thing the fuckers did was rush at Bim. She's usually quite quick, but she just stood there amazed. Right in the middle of our party, dozens standing about, and here's goblins. And the one took out a silver dagger and stuck it right in her baby, just shoved it right in. The blood came out and Bim just dropped the thing and the goblin snatched it up and ran off. Don't see why it had to stab the poor child first. The others made a scene for a short while, but we regrouped quickly and they all ran right back out. After coming to her senses, Bim gave chase, but she's all out of those bolts and she couldn't catch them. She came back an hour later, exhausted. Still, she didn't look so bad. Almost smiled. I can't understand that one - baby's blood on her and she's sitting right back down, getting a drink, and cracking a joke.

Wish that was all the bad news, though. Next day, Father goes out to talk to the dwarven liaison from Brass. Seems they had some issues. Those guys came here, didn't even bother to unload their goods, took some drink and food, rested, then packed it all back up. That was weeks past. But the liaison has kept around, talking to Father. Seen them leaving at all hours to go talk in the woods. Guess it's not for us to hear, but I've heard enough shouting from afar to know they aren't too happy with each other. They did their best to conceal it, but even when they came back into the abbey they were clearly not best friends or anything. This guy was more than just a merchant - he was too well dressed. A noble, almost. Think he might be from the order, or maybe from the Assembly. I'd guess the latter - doesn't seem like an Ageless. Perhaps he was coming to check in on our progress. Guess he didn't like what he saw and heard.

So, comes the 7th, end of the new year week, and Father and him are out early morning hashing out their final discussions. Guy's leaving for the Brass next day, just stuck around for the celebrations. Next thing I know, Bim's come running through the front door screaming to PULL THE LEVER! Never seen her so scared, not even when those gobs stuck her babe. So, I did what anyone would do and pulled the thing. Not one to question that sort of command. Learned that in the wars - when someone screams to pull a lever, you better fucking pull the thing and now.

She says she was out tracking the gobs when she heard Father and the liaison screaming louder than usual. She ran over and it was an ambush. Gobs everywhere, swords and armor. Not like before, not some thieves, this was a proper squad. Everyone else was inside but the father, so we waited for him to return, and waited...



Said last she saw of him was he and the liaison were running to the south, but the gobs were gaining on them. Said they were heading straight for Father and the liaison was making a nice getaway, no one on his tail. Says only place Father coulda gone was Inod's tomb, but I'm not going out to check. Libash and Reg are in tears, but nothing we can do now. I told that guy we needed to start training a militia, but he would have none of it - abbey construction first. Forges are needed for making silver tiles for the dining room floor, not steel for armor and bolts. Well, if we find him, I'll be sure to make a nice silver tomb for his dead ass. It won't be a Becorduthnur, but it'll be nice all the same.

Diary of Zefon
21st of Malachite, 153
Goblins finally left. An elven caravan came from the west, and well, the goblins found better things to do than sit around our gate looking menacing and waving that rotten arm around saying, "you look hungry in there, can we give you a hand?" Jackasses. Killed a cat and shot the ear off of one of the kittens, too. Can't say I hate them more for that, though. Bit of a favor, really. Still jackasses, though. Really, who shoots a kitten?

First thing I did was to organize a search party for Father. Odds were very low we'd find him, and we did, but dead, so not really.



Everyone's a bit shaken up about it, but we had a lot of time to prepare for this, so it's not too bad. I think all the dead dogs hurt more - I swear these people aren't dwarven... I had a royal mausoleum built at the edge of the grounds for him. A reflection pool will lead up to it in time... Trollslayer is pissed solid, though. I requisitioned Becorduthnur for the Father. Now Dumed is screaming murder, but in hushed tones. Old man's too old to do much else. Ha.



Anyway, we found Father on a hillside to the south. Looks like it was a quick and clean death - one devastating cut through his skull, no other wounds. Doesn't look like he put up much of a fight either, though, but I guess as he wasn't armed it's not his fault... Didn't see shit of the liaison's, though. Think we found some dropped papers - that's it. Looked and looked, but he's gone and seemingly in one piece. Father's just in two, but they're two fairly important pieces that shouldn't get apart.

Then we found the elves - unarmed? Got two full wagons of goods from it, though, including a caged grizzly bear. Yeaah. Already training it for war. Let's see the gobs wave that hand around with a bloodthirsty GRIZZLY BEAR charging at them. Hey, I like this new way of trading! Serves them right for getting all pissy about that larch bin.



Anyway, we put Father to rest earlier today. Had a simple ceremony, walked him in to his resting place. The new militia's doing well. Bim's teaching us well, and the six of them will be experts in no time. Let's see the goblins try us again...



The only question now is what the fuck happened with that liaison... Word is he asked Mebzuth to come out that morning, took him to the place, and then he gets away squeaky clean and Father's missing half his head? If I ever see him again... That's it for the Brass and all their nobles.