The Journal of Thora Thunderthump

[Maestro3P]

Before you lies a huge leather bound tome, though most of it's pages are still empty. The cover just reads: "Thora Thunderthump"
The handwriting is a large and rugged one, with no more than six or seven words on each line. Only the first line is written in the common tongue.

To whoever finds this journal: please make sure it returns to the Thunderthump dwarves.

The rest of it is in Dwarven.

I am well on my way to make a name for my kin and myself. There are several people that are likely to remember the Thunderthump name already. One of them is a captain in Port Hempstead. The man asked me to help him out with a problem concerning kobolds and some magical device. Of course, I agreed to lend him my aid, though I had trouble locating the kobolds. While looking for them, I met some elfish guide by the name of SehKey. Though I was unsure of his intentions, I did allow him to escort me to the kobold grounds. I initially intended to continue on my own, but the guide preferred to stay close and watch me fight. I hoped it was just because he wanted to witness a true battle. Though he probably did, he also helped me out somewhat while the battle was at it's peak. He used a bow. A coward's weapon of course, but I must admit he did use it with skill. So, my first impression of this man is a good one, though I will remain at guard near the elf. You never know what ties he might have with his dark cousins.

[Maestro3P]

I have met Charlie Poetr and Katelyn Poetr. In that order. The nephew is not to be trusted. He acted all different with his aunt around than he did on his own. His aunt seemed to be a kind enough woman though, with a firm grip on her nephew.
The both of them accompanied me while I was battling ogres and goblins. Katelyn turned out to be a wielder of magic, and Charlie a backstabber. Though kind Katelyn may seem, there's probably as little honor in her as there is in Charlie.

[Maestro3P]

These northern parts of Mistone are not at all like the Ulgrid Kingdom. Unlike the mountains I grew up in, this place is teeming with adventurers. During the last few days I have joined up with two of them.
The first consisted of Samantha Merritt, Maxamilian De'Lourney, Daniel Benjamin Poetr, Krakken Axeweilda and Robin. At first, I was uncertain that I should go  with them. It was the presence of Krakken, a dwarf, that persuaded me. Daniel Benjamin turned out the father of Charlie I have mentioned before. Their family is a complicated one, so I don't know if that makes him a brother to Katelyn. None of these adventurers turned out to be honorable people. Not even Krakken. Though we shared some friendly words and laughter, he, like the rest of them, was only a trickster. He did not cast the magic himself, but he greedily made use of it. All of them used it. Magic has no place in honorable battle.
The same thing happened with the second group of adventurers I joined. Though they were not a true group when we met - one by one, they assembled around Charlie and me. Harrigan, Ty and Freida were the names of the other adventurers. They joined in that order. Harrigan, a trickster capable of turning himself into animals, cast all kinds of magical spells on the others. We did great deeds, but all of them were bleached by the magic. The others weren't even aware that the use of Al'noth meant a stain on their honor. They didn't know!

Someone needs to remind the people of Mistone that honor is important.
Someone needs to remind the people of Mistone that fair battles are honorable.
Someone needs to remind the people of Mistone that dwarves are.

May Vorax help me, I will be that person.