The tragic tale of the Hellspewers
When Delzoun was powerful ( 2100 years ago) their clan, the Greyhammers of Delzoun, decided to follow the Solar, Arram, to hell bent on conquest. The reason behind this drastis step was that Delzoun had, over the years, suffered greatly as devil-led orc hordes had swept against it and here was an opportunity to kill the evil at its root.
Arram was the arch-enemy of Asmodeus, the lord of Hell and he was to be killed. 6000 dwarves 10000 humans followed Arrams as well as countless archons and Angels in the crusade. The campaign went well and after a year the first layer was taken, thousends of devils slain. Then a stalemate came, the devils held the second layer but did not try to retake the first layer, the good aligned conquerers mistook it as a sign of weakness and continued to lay siege to the second layer.
Years went by and Delzoun fell, the dwarves were suddenly cut off from their gods as they had decided to stay and not go back to aid Delzoun in its final struggle. But that was not the worst, the evil of the lower planes were changing the good aligned army, more and more fell to the sway of evil and combat between former friends were commenplace.
Even the angels and archons were different, angry and sad and filled with unbridled fury. The humans fell first, their clerics have turned to the worship of evil gods and a gigantic battle ensued. They were cut down to a man in a battle which spawned a river of blood, the dwarves cried tears of sorrow as they cut down former friends, former allies in the battle now known as the battle of Tears.
Arram, Solar and Champion of the gods of Light, realized to late what was happening and as he came to the conclusion that his actions have costs the lives of thousends, he wandered away from his camp muttering insanities and foul curses lost beyond redemption.
The campaign ended in violence, as friend fought friend.....
The campaign had lasted more than 150 fifty years but the dwarves that had not turned to evil wore the evil without, their bodies had over the years been infused with pure evil and their appearence was that of the lower planes, warped and wicked. The remaining dwarves changed their clanname and sought new employers. They hired themselves out to whoever promised them the most devil-blood.
71 years ago the lord of the clan died and clan lordship fell to Xerec. He remembered the old ways and sought out what they had not had in many generations: HOPE!!!! He slew the most depraved dwarves and bought passage for his men to the prime material plane of Toril. Here they remain knowing that only one thing would welcome them back in the arms of the dwarven fathers, a thing they most desperately seek: The death of Arram, the Solar responsible for their clans fall from grace.....
Love-letter from Brianna Grimfist to Runegar Darkrift
Tis´ be ´ard ´riting tis´ letter to thou Runegar. I ´ave watched you from afar and me like what me see. Thou seems like a stout and strong male. I ´ave allways been drawn to the mysterious and thou art that. Karragh tells me that thou be a wizard, a strange choice for a dwarf me think but it ´ntrigues me even more. Me dad be ´igh cleric o´Moradin and he says that thou be a wise choice o´husband. Tis´could also bridge our two clans in ´utual allience. I ´ave included a carving of me, in upworld surroundings, done by our master carver and me ´opes to ´ear from thou in the future.
Brianna Grimfist
P.s Me clan be rich
The prophecy from expediton to the demonweb pits
The bow of beasts dissolves the taint of the corrupted,
The bitter ice hides a giant´s sword to crack abyssal armor.
Search the Lady´s wisdom and the book of flesh,
Bide your time and flee when the goddes shakes her web.
A pair of keys: a blackened tongue, a golden word,
Pass through three gates: serpent, darkness, stone.
Kill the queen in her black pearl and find
Near the throne a fourth gate- home
The demonic council-letter
To the demon-lords,
To secure our new stretegy against our enemies, I invite you to meen me in the Demonweb Pits for a private audience as well as a parley. The bearer of this message on my golden silk parchment will tell you where and how to travel to secure safe passage to this conclave.
Once you arrive, show this message to my guardians. Duel if you must but those attempting to settle old grievances here will be banished from my planes. During this time we must set aside blood feuds among ourselves and consider a greater purpose.
Our meeting will conclude with a recitation of the pact after which I will make a sacrifice to determine which of our foes will be the first to fall.
Her Eightfold Majesty, by her mark, her whip and her web Lloth
Demonqueen of spiders, Lady of Trickery and destruction, queen of the drow, weaver and poisener of fate and Folly, Ruler of the material worlds of Spiderkind, Quenn of the Demonweb pits...