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The Valley of Tholbor was a small and impoverished township nestled beneath the towering peaks of The Spine. When the skies were clear one could see the Great Gates of Khazar far off along the mountainside. A reminder of a great Dwarven mystery. For some locals it was enough to force their departure from town, moving to Belgrath where it was believed to be safer. Other Dwarves were invigorated by the story of Khazar and awaited the day that their kin reclaimed those ancient halls.
One such Dwarf was Haelen Blacklocks. He rode into town upon a giant ram, a throng of warriors from Clan Tholbor followed behind on their own giant rams. The steeds bleated and kicked as their reigns were pulled in. The Dwarves grunted and grumbled, mumbling annoyance at the beasts of burden. Haelen dropped from his giant ram and landed in a muddy patch of earth. He was old, far older than the warriors around him. His beard was a mighty white, far off from the days of his namesake. An eye was concealed by an eye-patch. He wore robes of chain and black steel and a Warhammer hung from a leather belt.
Haelen Blacklocks had taken asylum in Tholbor for some time, rallying the throng of Clan Tholbor as his own. Although their equipment was far less impressive. They held aloft great wooden shields and wore simple leathers. A few had iron pot helmets they were able to afford, many had hammers, picks and axes for defense, using both as weapons of trade and war.
The town boasted a population of no more than a thousand. With no supply to the mines of Khazar they were forced to import minerals from far away holds and lands. They plied their trade as wood carvers, lumbermen and builders, although such work in Tholbor was limited.
The throng gathered outside a tavern, tying up their rams and grooming them while Haelen marched through the doors. Inside were more Dwarves and a spattering of Humans and even fewer Elves. Orcs did not visit this part of The Spine. His eyes narrowed and searched for a woman of fiery hair. He had been told by word of mouth that one such lady was a sorceress.
One such Dwarf was Haelen Blacklocks. He rode into town upon a giant ram, a throng of warriors from Clan Tholbor followed behind on their own giant rams. The steeds bleated and kicked as their reigns were pulled in. The Dwarves grunted and grumbled, mumbling annoyance at the beasts of burden. Haelen dropped from his giant ram and landed in a muddy patch of earth. He was old, far older than the warriors around him. His beard was a mighty white, far off from the days of his namesake. An eye was concealed by an eye-patch. He wore robes of chain and black steel and a Warhammer hung from a leather belt.
Haelen Blacklocks had taken asylum in Tholbor for some time, rallying the throng of Clan Tholbor as his own. Although their equipment was far less impressive. They held aloft great wooden shields and wore simple leathers. A few had iron pot helmets they were able to afford, many had hammers, picks and axes for defense, using both as weapons of trade and war.
The town boasted a population of no more than a thousand. With no supply to the mines of Khazar they were forced to import minerals from far away holds and lands. They plied their trade as wood carvers, lumbermen and builders, although such work in Tholbor was limited.
The throng gathered outside a tavern, tying up their rams and grooming them while Haelen marched through the doors. Inside were more Dwarves and a spattering of Humans and even fewer Elves. Orcs did not visit this part of The Spine. His eyes narrowed and searched for a woman of fiery hair. He had been told by word of mouth that one such lady was a sorceress.