Introduction: Megahelmet
"Down the hall, left at Mason's, then second hall on the right...or was it left at the Mechanic..." you mutter quietly. As you pass the third empty corridor in a row, a glimmer of light catches your eye.
As you enter the room, you notice it's hot. Not forge hot, but still toasty. The room is rather oddly shaped, kind of like a helmet snake crossed with a kea. A growing pile of clay crafts, pots, and assorted mess spills out of galena vein. In one of of the many corners you notice a kiln, tucked neatly in what must have once been a gem deposit. From the orange glow of embers, you spot something metallic and cold. Looks like a statue.
You take a closer look:
This is a black bronze statue of Megahelmet. All craftsdwarfship is of the highest quality. At his side is a massive hammer.
The name rings a vague bell. Hazily, you remember he used to be the Hammerer at some fort or the other. You notice an engraving on a nearby wall.
On the wall is an image of Megahelmet the dwarf and Uda von Sahel the dwarf in Limestone. Megahelmet is striking down Uda von Sahel. The artwork relates to the killing of the dwarf Uda von Sahel by Megahelmet in Ravenlabors in the late autumn of 197.
Now you remember! Uda von Sahel was the Duke's daughter! At six year's old she brought a bin with a candelabra to the Trade Depot. The current mayor clearly forbade such a thing! "The law will be upheld! For your crimes Uda von Sahel, you are to receive one strike." Thud. With a single blow, Megahelmet crushed in poor lass's skull. The duke was outraged. He couldn't kill him. He had followed dwarven law. Banishment was the only punishment left.
You stop your musing. You look at the statue lying on the floor. If the statue is on the floor....something must have knocked it over. You flail your trowl in a wide circle around you, checking for kobolds.
CRAAAASH! No kobolds, but you did handily smash a part a *large clay pot*.
A cold voice erupts from the silence. "Breaking any item designated for alcohol production is a crime. The law will be upheld! For your crimes, you are to receive one strike."
"Whaaaat, wait no, no no! I! Kobolds! Yes, kobolds...not me." you simper and stammer.
Before you stands the statue. Apparently, he was just sleeping.
"Consider yourself lucky criminal. This forsaken hell hole doesn't even have law. Primitive. There can be no strength without order." The statue--that is actually a dwarf--sighs heavily as he sits down and begins to shape a new pot.
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