We have finally abandoned the forsaken homeland of Kun-We. After a few days on that abysmal island, and seeing the horror that had been wrought there, I have found much sympathy for our Mr. We. It seems like his shoulders carry an incredible burden, weighted not only by a life of savagery that was punctuated with slavery, but now with the knowledge that all he had ever known is lost. However, he is a creature of action, and he does not brood, at least, not where he is seen.
Yet, given this understanding of Kun-We, I still have some misgivings about the mighty brute. His inability to function as an intellectual makes his coarse company less-than enviable. I still believe that he will lead us into red ruin if his temper is not checked, and he is certainly to blame for our growing reputation for murderousness. While I have swung my hammer as voraciously as he has swung his axes, I cannot help but think that he doesn’t care who he kills, as long as he is killing someone. His elemental nature is both his boon and bane.
My dislike for Kun-We came to the fore when he was wounded severely during battle. He lay on the ground, dying, and Nod was injured, but not as direly. For a moment, I considered leaving him to his fate and assisting the friend that has stood by me since this adventure began. However, I became acutely aware of my duty. Moradin’s hammer pounds deep within my breast, and such a responsibility cannot be neglected. Drawing on my meager training, I rushed to Kun-We’s aid, spending all of the divine energy I had in reserve in order to liven his spark of life.
His appreciation for the healing made me feel good, and I hope that it brings us closer together. I cannot help but think I could instill some stoicism within the raging tempest of his heart. Perhaps, just perhaps, I will be able to help him find some peace before our adventure is over.
On a separate topic, I need to speak with Nod about his application of spells, particularly those which impede the movement of our melee core. In the last battle we fought, Suldren, Kun-We, Vuden, and myself were all put in a precarious situation where we were unable to advance swiftly through the ice field Nod had created. I will suggest that he attempt to understand what the threat is before he unleashes effects that will slow us.
Being on the ocean again feels good. One might think that a Dwarf, the iconic dweller of caves and mountains, would be ill-at-ease on a boat. Nothing could be further from the truth; our stature enables us to keep our feet when other races are toppling head over heel. Even our natural fortitude, which allows us to survive on what the cook calls “fuzzy food”, enables us to stay at sea and survive on the questionable delicacies which cross a seaman’s path.
That brings to mind the story of the Siege of KaKot. Far away in the East was the Kingdom of Brunhold KaKot. Stocky, even for a Dwarf, King KaKot was frequently thought of as a glutton, and he was due his reputation. He kept hundreds of legs of beef on hand at all times, and prepared grandiose feasts nightly.
When a goblin horde invaded King KaKot’s lands, he sent a rider on a dire boar to the nearest friendly settlement, which was about a week away. King KaKot, rather than risk his Dwarves’ lives in open battle with the goblins, hobgoblins, and bugbears, let his castle fall under siege, sure that his rider would return with help shortly. After a month, the rider did not return, and many of the fresh supplies were turning rancid.
While not tasty, the squalid supplies allowed the King to feed his people until the siege was broken weeks later. When the King found that his rider was amongst the friendly armies, he inquired as to what happened. The rider explained that his boar mis-stepped and died on the way down the mountain. The rider carried the carcass with him on his long trek, nibbling on it as he traveled.
These events have given birth to the timeless adage, “the hammer is not the only iron weapon a Dwarf might carry,’ as well as the Boar Clan’s motto, “Spoiled food can’t spoil my fighting spirit.”