Recent content by Rolegg Magmasworn

Rolegg Keen-ear! Rolegg Keen-ear! The Duergar mining party joined in a chant, rechristening Rolegg for the fool that he is. The older Duergar flicked his gaze from miner to miner, frowning deeply. Besieged on all sides for having put his ear to the stone, Rolegg found that the only way out was...

Rolegg stared at Bronni in disbelief. What did he mean they don't need the map anymore? Of course they needed the map! This thing was centuries old, passed down from miner foreman to miner foreman, one-by-one as collapsing tunnels or cave spiders or feral elves took their lives. It was...

Rolegg furrowed his brows, studying the map in his hands. A fat, sausage-like finger tapped it a few times, almost as if he were shaking a compass to make it point towards north. With pursed lips, the duergar spent an agonizing several minutes in the pitch darkness of the cave trying to make...

Rolegg charged into the fray, hacking and slashing with his axe against the myriad Drow who sought to bring their home to ruin. So long as he lived, he swore to keep their precious Dhunbor out of elven hands, even if he had to die defending it. With a guttural cry, he slammed his axe down into...

Whatever this Drow-thing was, it incensed Rolegg greatly with his blithe demeanor and his stupid pointed ears. All it would take is a single blow from his axe and that smug, mocking aura would disappear in an instant. A cursory glance cast sidelong at the other Duergar in the tower with him...

Ah, Dhunbor. A pleasant enough city-fortress nestled well beneath the surface, where the magma flows hot and the ale flows cold. For the better part of two centuries, Rolegg called this place home, and he wasn’t about to change that anytime soon. Life was good here; the work was hard, the pay...