Sharp Steel
One of the better weaponsmiths in the city is the Sharp Steel, owned by Bombto Goldmountain. His shop is by no means a large one since, like many dwarves, he prefers quality over quantity and will let routine [even if profitable] work lag while he attempts a much more difficult task [which he is lucky to break even on]. This attitude is much approved of in Dwarven circles, and there is much talk that the youngster [in dwarf terms since he has barely made his century] might become one of the great smiths in a hundred years or so. It does make for some problems now of course since income can be tight as a result, a point his wife, Hrothfled, a human, is apt to bring up. However, Bombto is skilled and hardworking, so while income can sometimes be tight, the family is rarely actually in need.
As merchants go, Bombto is not particularly skilled at bargaining and those can get by his wife, no small task, have a chance of a bargain. Bombto, however, is quite diplomatic despite being a typical gruff dwarf.
The weapons Bombto sells are entirely practical and he does engraving and other decoration only when the customer insists on it. This gives his rival Brandon a considerable edge for the expensive trade, but he retains the dwarf attitude that a sword is a tool, not a work of art some !@#$ elf made.
Hrothfled does the bookkeeping, the housework and the care of their 3 children, which were the big surprise of the marriage to both partners, who had both assumed dwarves were not fertile with humans. To the casual observer, the kids, 1 girl and 2 boys, are only a bit odd and might be assumed to be of either race, tho few entertain the idea they are from both. Those with more extended contact soon realize the truth. Since neither Bombto nor Hrothfled have any idea whether this was some unique event [& if so, what], or a routine one made rare by dwarves and humans rarely marrying, most people just accept the situation once they discover it.
Bombto is a bitter enemy of Brandon Delswan of the Endearing Edge, deeming it insulting that a human would presume to deem himself the peer of dwarven weaponsmiths. That he lost a contest to Brandon makes matters all the worst. [His opinion that the contest was fixed is correct, but he has no evidence and most just assume he is a sore loser.] Those wanting to buy from Bombto had best not acknowledge Brandon has any skill. A flat statement saying Brandon is a good smith will get one thrown out despite being correct.
Bombto is too principled to try most methods of getting his revenge, but he is eager to do what he can and watches Brandon for openings. [He has yet to catch Brandon in anything because Brandon is careful and Bombto is usually too busy working.] He suspects that Brandon is watching him and has developed an interest in traps to catch him. This has produced a small added income from setting traps on the treasures of the rich, a fact that does not endear him to the thieves.
History
Dwarves are renownd as smiths, weaponsmiths in particular. But the very popularity of those professions mean that many dwarves are unable to get jobs with dwarves as a smith. Such was the case with Bombto. Despite being a highly talented lad, when his apprenticeship ended there was no place in the dwarven community for him to get work. So like many other dwarves he sought work in human lands. Here, he had good luck, becoming the journeyman for the previous owner of the Sharp Steel, one Thaim Highhelm, an elderly dwarf who preferred teching Bombo secrets of the trade to actually doing some work. The 2 spent a pleasant, if not particular profitable, decade together until Thaim retired and returned to the dwarven lands. The shop was sold to Bombto at a bargain rate [by dwarf standards. Some humans called it robbing the innocent youngster, especially since its trade wasn’t much.]
At this point Bombto made a fateful decision. He wanted more than just a housekeeper and no proper dwarven lass was going to look at a [broke] youngster like himself, so why not marry a human? She would provide a clean house, companionship and.., other things.. and he could provide her a good living, at least by the standards of many humans. In 50 or so years, she would die, about the time he was ready to marry a dwarf. The plan looked good, and Hrothfled felt it was satisfactory for her as well.
It proved more than that for both parties. Hrothfled blossomed in marriage and started to justify her name [which means “famous beauty”]. This pulled in a number of customers [many of whom wanted to buy something other than weapons, but one could not easily hang around the shop, or Hrothfled, if one was not buying.] This, and Hrothfled’s insistance that Bombto do some of the routine, bills-paying jobs brought prosperity to the business.
It also brought a considerable strain on the marriage when Hrothfled became pregnant. Despite her repeated insistence that she had never been with another male, Bombto did not really accept he was the father until the other 2 children were born. [Quite obviously, the 3 have the same father, and with time, the dwarven aspects of their ancestry became hard to deny.] For a long time, he simply saw that Hrothfled liked being a mother [a surprise to her] and so just ignored the situation.
Hrothfled. Now 70, Hrothfled is an ancient not likely to live for all that much longer. She looks her years and if any would forget that Bombto is dwarven, they would assume she is his mother or grandmother rather than his wife. However she continues to take care of all wifely duties, which oddly enough include selecting her successor.
Once she dies, Bombto will be a good catch for a dwarven lass and not all of them are willing to wait until she is cold in the ground, not when it means a rival might get a head start. Hrothfled looks over these girls [some of whom are older than she is, but they are still young by dwarven standards] with an eye to what sort of mother in law they would be, and runs off those not eager to help her kids. Those she finds acceptable, she often helps get on Bombto’s good side.
Half-Dwarf: dark vision 30’, mv 20, +2 racial stonecunning, +1 save vs poison, +2 save vs spells & spell-like effects, +1 on appraise of rare or exotic items, +1 on stone or metal crafts, bonus languages – any, favored class – any.
Konin-the eldest son, and more than a little disgruntled. He deems himself a competent journeyman, with justice, but his father recalls that he was still an apprentice when a decade older than Konin and, like many other fathers, doesn’t realize his son is a man. Fortunately his father’s preference for the difficult work allows Konin to do the more satisfying journeymen tasks, except when Bombto takes a break and insists on supervising his “inexperienced” lad in a task “beyond him”. Konin is thinking about leaving home, but his plans are vague.
Dola the youngest child [age 20, tho looking and behaving about 14] is the favorite of her parents, and the cause of the most worry. While she is currently more interested in the forge than boys, that is no longer an automatic choice, and of course her interest is going to increase in the decade ahead. [The feeling is likely to be mutual. Bombto used to say “She got her looks from her mother, thanks be to the gods.” Now he is beginning to worry about this being a mixed blessing. Nor does he approve of her shaving her beard off at least once a day. And now that she is acquiring some bulges, the fact that smiths often work at a hot forge in very little clothing has attracted more than one male eye.] Her parents are quite anxious to see to her marriage, but as a half-dwarf she is not deemed a suitable marriage partner by either race, and other half-dwarves are unknown to the family, and maybe to anybody else. Since their darling daughter must marry the very best, there is a considerable problem coming up.
BOMBTO GOLDMOUNTAIN, male dwarf exp5, medium-sized humanoid [dwarf]; HD 5d6, 30 hp; init +1, spd 20 ft, AC 11; Melee +5, MW dwarf waraxe [1d10+2]; AL LG; SV fort +3, Ref +2, Wil+3; Str 12, Dex 12, Con 14, int 14, Wis 8, Cha 8
Skills & feats: Appraise+10/12, Craft [engraving]+9, Craft [weaponsmith]+20, Knowledge [metals]+10 ,knowledge [weapons]+10, bluff+4, diplomacy+8 , sense Motive+4, craft [trapmaking]+12, open lock+7,
Skill Focus [craft Weaponsmithing] exotic weapon –dw war axe
Languages: Common, Dwarven, Goblin, Orc
Equipment: Artisan’s outfit, belt pouch [misc coins, under 20 gp total], engraver’s tools, magnifying glass, +1 dwarf waraxe, magic+1 weaponsmith’s tools, merchant’s scale.
Plot hooks
Bombto hires/lures the PC to investigating Brandon. He will forbid the PC to do any evil or illegal activity, which are of course all the obvious effective ways to actually find the truth.]
Brandon decides Bombto is getting too close to the facts and tries to get the dwarf “taken care of”. The PC is hired as a guard or just happens by when an attack takes place.
Bombto wants some special raw goods. The PC is to fetch them.
Hrothfled wants a fabled potion of youth [common enough in ADD2, but not in D&D3], feeling that an extra decade of life will allow her to get her daughter married and any other problems taken care of. The PC is to find and fetch.
Hrothfled is suspicious of one of the dwarven lasses who are “courting” Bombto and wants the PC to investigate.
Konin has vanished. He may have run off, or been kidnapped, or maybe both. [He just doesn’t know what his new “friends” have in mind yet.]
Dola is making any of the problems one expects when a lass starts to notice that boys are something in addition to being stupid jerks. The PC has to correct the situation, or at least limit the damage.
Having gotten her standards of female beauty from her human mother and neighbors, Dola objects to dwarves being hairy and wants to reduce her body hair to human amounts. She wants the PC to get something. Her father will object on several grounds.
Her parents hire the PC to find a suitable half-dwarf [who may well not exist]. Questions about who were the parents of children have to be asked more delicately than most PC do, and the questions worry people who fear the PC is after their secrets rather than a half-dwarf. Some take violent exception…