Description and History
Master Ædilkuldas skin is a rich brown and his hair
a distinctive slate gray. He usually wears his hair long in multiple
braids, but he keeps his beard trimmed rather short for a dwarf.
Clan tattoos adorn his heavily muscled arms and legs. He is missing
an eye (battle wound); a scar yet travels from his temple, across
the eye socket to his wide gap-toothed smile.
He has a gruff voice and friendly attitude towards most folk. He
likes to drink and loves to throw the bones (play dice).
"Banes guts lassie! What ails thee? Dunno? Bloody Pits!
Well come hitherr an I shall prresent miself besser. Mifreunds
hitherr - amongst the big folk - call miself Beorn.
Amongst we Khuzdul, tis a clan title, not a name! In mitongue
it means warriorr, so I like it enuf. Mibirth
name is Ædilkulda Garlgæn, the son of Gimloin Aral-Dur
Garlgæn. Well met! Minickname amongst many of mikin folk is
"Goblinstomper" aye, Im prroud of that one!"
"How long hath I dwelt ere? Hath been morre winters
than I canna rrememberr out hitherr on ferne strands. I am eastling
"What? Ho, I cannae tale thee all of miyarn lest I borre thee
to death! Aye, aye. Then I shall give the shorrt of it an
quick. I do it to please a fine lassie."
"I grrew up in a small mining outpost in the Thunderr Peak
Mountains. Aye, the Thunderr Kingdom "Mazarr Bul".
Aye! A dwarrven kingdom. Wore it old? Shite! Hath always been! But
most big folk neerr paid us no mind. Typical!
That is til we helped ourr kin take back the mines of Tethyammarr
and gaved King Gwalchemai a bloody black eye! Then thee paid us
mind! Neerr matterr. Well I grrew up in an outpost nigh Hullack
Wode. Made freunds with the Highlander Gonomes of the wode, I did."
"As a youth, mistrength had makened a candidate of miself
to apprrentice underr the clan smith. Mihouse was verrily pleased.
Much of miclan wored tin smiths, or black smiths, and a numberr
of silverr smiths! To most Longbeards would hath been an honorable
life, but not I."
"Forge worrk bored miself, plain an simple. Mipath wore
anotherr. I desirred to worrk in the mines themselves. Migrreat,
grreat grrandsires worrked the stone. Why not I? Dunno how
miparents put up with miself! Hah! In youth, would I cease worrk
at the forrge an sneak off to watch the militia train! Ere,
went I to Ironstar Hall to witness Laird Gimm Azaghk of Clan Ironstarr
rreturn. To see Laird Gimm trrain our warriors was a delight. Twore
quite a trrek! Youthful an fulla dreams, miparents wore
sick with worry!"
"No surprrise that within seven months miapprenticeship wore
over, I wore asked not to rreturn to the smithy, ever! Apprenticeship
amongst the masons prroved more frruitful, however. Ho! I starrted
in the mines, then I rran the mines! Twas a good time. I enjoyed
the worrk and the closeness with the stone."
"Whan we wore building a meting place with the Hullack Gnomes,
I wore put in charrge of a marrble quarry severral leagues awey
in dangerrous territory. Mifamily wore quite prroud at that! Tis
easy to fall out of favorr, lassie. Tis what occurred to he
that sit beforre thee now."
"A mighty trrading post neded an outer wall of earth, stone,
an timberr. I was chosen as chief engineerr, but thare wore
a bad accident one dawn. Three gnome carrpenters wore killed an
a numberr of otherrs injurred as parrt of the earrthworks collapsed.
The clan chieftains son miferrth cousin Nain
wore badly injurred. Still he hath a limping walk from the injurry
this day! The elderrs held an inquirry an although I wore
not outcaste, it wore a shameful event for miclan and I. I wore
taken off that wall! I soon realized thare wore no use forr me.
I became an imbarassment. Buggerr em! Not mifault
and neerr blamed. They regrret it now, Im surre! But
they would not be too pleased if they knew I hath a human woman.
Herr name is Caith.
"Aye, with no place in the clan, I decided to follow in the
footsteps of the herroes I hath heard so much about. So I left with
neerr a worrd. Since that day I hath spent many a winter away
with nothing to forrsaketh."
"Ho! Whan I hath spent some time with an old freund Boran
Torthbur an a bunch o dwarf brethren from the Sword
Coast North! Sundered folk mostly. What a time! But
one must slepen lightly anon comes the moment then tis gone."
"I met the noble lass, Snowling, and herr bodyguard Wyrr about
five yearrs afterr I reached the Western Heartlands. We met at the
Singing Nightingale back in the days when Maton of Luskan still
owned er. Ho! Oer twelve winterrs hath passed! Now we
own parrt of the "coaching inn" with Matons daughter
Igraine. Shes a good lassie."
"Well I journeyed with my freunds back east to the Stonelands
of all places! Yet I cannae complain - tis where we
discovered milady Caith. Got er out of quite a jam we did!
Neer thought I could feel this way about a human female, but
I do. Theyre all good folk. Bloody Pits! Even like the half