So, you want to know of your betters, eh human? I am Grennet, son of Theur, exile. My story like the stories of so many of my people is a tale of backstabbing and betrayal. What do you mean you have never seen a Dwarf like this? Watch your tongue knave, if you intend to keep it.
As a young Dueregar warrior I participated in forays into the deep places of the world searching for our favorite slaves, the deep gnomes. My father was a short sighted fool who was all too willing to meekly follow our king, Dargoth. Dargoth is a weak old fool who seeks to placate our enemies rather than to crush them under foot or enslave them as we should. The purpose of the weak is to elevate the strong. Ironic that this very view, central to the beliefs of the Duregar, would be my ticket to shame. The plan was good, the execution…not so much. I had arranged to have one of my slaves slip some poison to the king to weaken him up for my attempt at some “governmental restructuring”. Alas the worthless wretch could not even do that right so I found myself in a battle with a superior foe who first humiliated me and then left me for dead. Even kings make mistakes.
I awoke an unknown amount of time later, but the new coarse hair on top of my head told me it must have been a few days. Creeping along the outer edges of our lands I nursed myself back to health with no help from that toil master Ludegar, god of my people. Eventually I felt strong enough and so I crept my way back to my home where I stole my father’s maul and used it to show my displeasure first to the slave who failed me and then to my worthless father for his lack of vision. Taking what meager armaments I could find I then made my way out into the dark places once again. I have always been strong for a Dueregar, an exemplary example of my race…all the more infuriating that I am not ruling with an iron fist by now. Finally I made my way through the endless tunnels and found something I had only read about in books, the light of the sun. At first it was dazzling and gave me a splitting headache, but soon I got over that and to be truthful I cannot understand what is so bad about this blazing ball of fire in the sky…it is too far to burn me.
On the surface, away from everything I had ever known I picked a random direction and started my march. Destiny brought me to a place I now know as Sutan. With no way to return home, at least not at the moment I have resolved myself to amassing as much power as possible so I can show my king the error he made in not finishing me off. Oh what a glorious day that will be. While getting my bearings in this land of strange, tall, pale skinned creatures…yes I mean you, human…I saw one of your kind in a bit of distress. A human warrior with some prowess I must grudgingly admit, getting attacked by some kind of sneak-thief in the streets. I have learned what happens when one tries to do everything oneself, so I decided to come to the aid of this young human and thus earn his gratitude and loyalty so that eventually I might call on his assistance in claiming what is mine by rights…everything I can take…har! This is how I met the second human I bothered speaking to, a Priestess of some sort who also came to the aid of the young warrior…should have had a priest with me when I went after the king…maybe I would not have spent a few days watering the rocks with my blood if I had…ah well hindsight is perfect vision they say, so they do.
Looking for money, and no small measure of respect, I joined the arena of my own will not by the knock down drag out method many others join. Soon after our initial combats someone noticed our great talent. A fight promoter by the name of Kregan. It was through him that I was able to get the shiny platemail that I wear into battle now, and also from his coin came the enchantment on my fathers great hammer. As plague began sweeping the arena Kregan sold our remaining contract to a minotaur named Gart. Gart suggested that he would reward us greatly if we could find the cause of the plague and a cure. Sheltering the weak is not usually my business but when asked to do something by someone of Garts…influence it is wise to comply…and he did say “reward”. We knew the sleazy gnome (cousin to our favorite slaves) who had subtly threatened us with the plague earlier must have something to do with it, so we crept to his estate and brought a certain degree of retribution to his house, alas he escaped.
In the house we found a strange underground temple where I felt a strange power. A power I am told which radiates from an evil god of the surface. Ludegar never did anything to me, and good and evil are stupid labels, only power matters. If this strange human god will give me strength that Ludegar would not or could not then I may have to check into that.
I have noticed that the human seems…displeased with my efforts to procure my own slaves, and so I am taking to heart the lesson learned in that dark temple, others need know nothing of your motivations or goals until it is too late, and so I think a slight change in attitude is in order, at least on the outside har har.
For now I am content to follow these humans around until I feel strong enough to return home. That can wait though because this time I will have victory or death. So I will travel with these humans, learn their ways, find out what they care about so I can use that to twist them to my purpose if necessary.
Physical Description:
Grennet is 4’8’’ about 290 lbs
Dark Grey Skin
Bald Pate
Gray and black beard
Signature Item: Daddy’s Maul (+1) (if you look real close you might still be able to see some of his hair and blood on it)