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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 250835" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p><strong>PROLOGUE, cont.</strong></p><p></p><p>Since the clan moved around so much, young dwarves were expected to start earning their keep as soon as they could walk. Most learned stonework, digging, or fighting, which kept them on the front lines, or down in the sap, during a fight. Ulfgar was shrewder than most. He apprenticed his son to the clan’s chaplain, Gher. Gher was a war priest of Kraig. He called Kraig’s blessings down upon the clan before each battle, so that they might dig well, fight better, and destroy their enemy’s hold. The chaplain himself fought with the clan leader, using his divine skills to increase the destruction at the point of the fight. </p><p></p><p>A clan leader who was also a war priest would be more effective, and a greater leader, than a mere stonemason, as Ulfgar had explained to his son. Ulfgar had ulterior motives, however. As an apprentice, Olgar would be expected to remain behind at the clan’s casualty point and care for the injured. This would ensure that he survived to be clan chief. Olgar’s older brother Wulfgar had perished leading a melee with a tribe of bugbears, and Ulfgar had decided that one of his sons would survive to be clan chief.</p><p></p><p><em>Women’s work,</em> Olgar thought. Not that the Shiverstone women didn’t do their share of the fighting. The entire clan was on the front line when it fought. <em>The place for the clan chief’s son is next to the chief, learning leadership! Or at least usin’ the power o’ Kraig to smite the chief’s enemies, not hidin’ in the rear wipin’ noses!</em> Olgar had long suffered under the chaplain’s whip, wanting to take the fight to the enemy, rather than tend to the wounded. He also wanted to strike out on his own, and make his own fortune. Plundering tombs and causing havoc were more proper tribute to Kraig, in his mind. He chafed under the strict rules and military discipline of the clan. Kraig preached rage and destruction. Sapping was precise work, requiring knowledge, discipline, and its own brand of savagery. It was a contradiction Olgar had never quite resolved.</p><p></p><p><em>Guess I’ll gets me chance to make me name,</em> Olgar thought as he dug, fighting back the tears building, and trying to focus his rage against the enemies that destroyed his clan. <em> Don’t think o’ me da’. Destroy! Fight! Kill!</em></p><p></p><p>The clan had last hired out to some human noble who wanted to stop a series of giant raids on his territory. Olgar had never paid much attention to the details. The noble’s scouts had located one of the giant’s strongholds – a cave complex in the mountains, guarded by reinforced walls at the entrance. The giants, mostly stone giants with a smattering of other types, had fought far more intelligently that most giants, hinting at perhaps some other allies that hadn’t yet been discovered. Not that that mattered much – the Shiverstones were hired to tunnel into the complex, collapse the walls guarding the front gate, and open a second route of attack for the assault force. The dwarves would also be allowed to partake in the giant killing and loot gathering, a prospect that had ensured every member of the clan was deep into the sap, digging for all they were worth, to get at looting before the humans had the chance. Only Olgar had remained behind – under orders, and more from fear of the beating Gher would administer than any orders.</p><p></p><p>There had been a rumor that the giants had hired a company of deep dwarves. Ulfgar had dismissed this. No self-respecting dwarf, even the vile duergar, would stoop to working for giants, or so he thought. The evidence around Olgar was pretty clear. A second sapper company had dug a counter-mine – another tunnel that intersected and ran below the Shiverstone sap, and had collapsed it, causing the Shiverstone’s sap to collapse as well. The entire clan had died as the floor collapsed from under them and violent, magical energies rubbled the walls.</p><p></p><p><em>Death to all giants,</em> Olgar swore,<em> and death to them stinkin duergar! I’ll be avenged fer me da’!</em></p><p></p><p>His digging slowed as grief and rage consumed the last of his energies. As he despaired of finding any survivors, he noticed a gleam from the rocks below. Digging furiously, he unearthed the shining blade of a greatsword. </p><p></p><p><em>By Kraig!</em> Olgar thought,<em> it’s Stonecleaver!</em> His father’s Claymore – the big, heavy broad-bladed sword that was the symbol of Kraig and the standard around which the clan rallied – was slowly lifted from the rubble. Many of the dwarves carried similar swords, though the big swords were less effective than smaller weapons in the confines of a mine. Olgar had not yet earned his – bestowed as a holy symbol of Kraig’s might by Gher when Olgar completed his apprenticeship. Stonecleaver had been the finest of the clan’s weapons. It was rumored to be magical, and possess powers that enabled the clan leader to sap straight and true, and always bring victory.</p><p></p><p>It hadn’t worked this time. Olgar found no other trace of his father. Eventually tiring, and afraid of being discovered alone by giants or their allies, he gathered his belongings and slipped out into night, to seek his own fame and eventually avenge his clan.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 250835, member: 5868"] [b]PROLOGUE, cont.[/b] Since the clan moved around so much, young dwarves were expected to start earning their keep as soon as they could walk. Most learned stonework, digging, or fighting, which kept them on the front lines, or down in the sap, during a fight. Ulfgar was shrewder than most. He apprenticed his son to the clan’s chaplain, Gher. Gher was a war priest of Kraig. He called Kraig’s blessings down upon the clan before each battle, so that they might dig well, fight better, and destroy their enemy’s hold. The chaplain himself fought with the clan leader, using his divine skills to increase the destruction at the point of the fight. A clan leader who was also a war priest would be more effective, and a greater leader, than a mere stonemason, as Ulfgar had explained to his son. Ulfgar had ulterior motives, however. As an apprentice, Olgar would be expected to remain behind at the clan’s casualty point and care for the injured. This would ensure that he survived to be clan chief. Olgar’s older brother Wulfgar had perished leading a melee with a tribe of bugbears, and Ulfgar had decided that one of his sons would survive to be clan chief. [i]Women’s work,[/i] Olgar thought. Not that the Shiverstone women didn’t do their share of the fighting. The entire clan was on the front line when it fought. [i]The place for the clan chief’s son is next to the chief, learning leadership! Or at least usin’ the power o’ Kraig to smite the chief’s enemies, not hidin’ in the rear wipin’ noses![/i] Olgar had long suffered under the chaplain’s whip, wanting to take the fight to the enemy, rather than tend to the wounded. He also wanted to strike out on his own, and make his own fortune. Plundering tombs and causing havoc were more proper tribute to Kraig, in his mind. He chafed under the strict rules and military discipline of the clan. Kraig preached rage and destruction. Sapping was precise work, requiring knowledge, discipline, and its own brand of savagery. It was a contradiction Olgar had never quite resolved. [i]Guess I’ll gets me chance to make me name,[/i] Olgar thought as he dug, fighting back the tears building, and trying to focus his rage against the enemies that destroyed his clan. [i] Don’t think o’ me da’. Destroy! Fight! Kill![/i] The clan had last hired out to some human noble who wanted to stop a series of giant raids on his territory. Olgar had never paid much attention to the details. The noble’s scouts had located one of the giant’s strongholds – a cave complex in the mountains, guarded by reinforced walls at the entrance. The giants, mostly stone giants with a smattering of other types, had fought far more intelligently that most giants, hinting at perhaps some other allies that hadn’t yet been discovered. Not that that mattered much – the Shiverstones were hired to tunnel into the complex, collapse the walls guarding the front gate, and open a second route of attack for the assault force. The dwarves would also be allowed to partake in the giant killing and loot gathering, a prospect that had ensured every member of the clan was deep into the sap, digging for all they were worth, to get at looting before the humans had the chance. Only Olgar had remained behind – under orders, and more from fear of the beating Gher would administer than any orders. There had been a rumor that the giants had hired a company of deep dwarves. Ulfgar had dismissed this. No self-respecting dwarf, even the vile duergar, would stoop to working for giants, or so he thought. The evidence around Olgar was pretty clear. A second sapper company had dug a counter-mine – another tunnel that intersected and ran below the Shiverstone sap, and had collapsed it, causing the Shiverstone’s sap to collapse as well. The entire clan had died as the floor collapsed from under them and violent, magical energies rubbled the walls. [i]Death to all giants,[/i] Olgar swore,[i] and death to them stinkin duergar! I’ll be avenged fer me da’![/i] His digging slowed as grief and rage consumed the last of his energies. As he despaired of finding any survivors, he noticed a gleam from the rocks below. Digging furiously, he unearthed the shining blade of a greatsword. [i]By Kraig![/i] Olgar thought,[i] it’s Stonecleaver![/i] His father’s Claymore – the big, heavy broad-bladed sword that was the symbol of Kraig and the standard around which the clan rallied – was slowly lifted from the rubble. Many of the dwarves carried similar swords, though the big swords were less effective than smaller weapons in the confines of a mine. Olgar had not yet earned his – bestowed as a holy symbol of Kraig’s might by Gher when Olgar completed his apprenticeship. Stonecleaver had been the finest of the clan’s weapons. It was rumored to be magical, and possess powers that enabled the clan leader to sap straight and true, and always bring victory. It hadn’t worked this time. Olgar found no other trace of his father. Eventually tiring, and afraid of being discovered alone by giants or their allies, he gathered his belongings and slipped out into night, to seek his own fame and eventually avenge his clan. [/QUOTE]
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