The Slayer King of Koganarth

[Sanguine415]

“Ualdir is a dwarf, I have seen it in the dragonfire. At least, I thought it was him…”

These insane words have often left Daggar Coaltooth's mouth since being twice scourged by dragon flame, and receiving visions of the dwarf swathed in war’s flames. Yet, it is mostly met with at best leery side eyes from the rest of Camp Crownforge. He is the camp mad man after all.

Could his vision have been false? Or merely misinterpreted. Did the Temple of Enos’ proximity to their lands cause such a vision, or was it the poor medical treatment of his burns leading to insanity. Or perhaps still…..an ancestor called to him for a reason all together different.

The Coaltooth was unclear on this, but there was only one way to truly understand the vision. Gathering a steady supply of hallucogenic mushrooms, hearty ale, and  a map of the Gun Sgoth Mountains charted by the day, it was time for a vision quest. To chase it to its source.

To Koganarth, the dwarven fortress sunken in lava. An ancient stronghold that, at the peak of its power, met slow decay by the advances of goblin hordes, dragons, and worse things down below. Yet, it was rumored that the berserk king coated in his own kinsfolk’s entrails damned the fortress to a cursed fate. A lair for lesser wyrms and their green skinned servants.

The truth, perhaps, would change everything.

Attendees: Dwarf camp priority, interested parties secondary.

Risk: High CoD minimum. This is Boatmurdered after the fall.

Theme: Ualdir nephilim, Dwarven Slayer King, Boatmurdered, goblin hordes, dragon nest, Dwarven expedition to reclaim history. Following the Red Dragon's trail of destruction to its roots.

Reward: The true tale of Koganarth’s fall and the Slayer King’s demise, lost Dwarven relics and craft journals, maybe lost ores in the forgotten beast shafts. Go wild, as long as its Dwarven...

DM: Anyone Dwarf proficient.

[tetsuochii]

"So, they finally return."

There were rumbles deep within the Gun Gnoth Mountains. Within a pit of bubbling lava did a stronghold remain, though tattered and in ruins. Once a pinnacle of success and a master-crafted wonder, now a shadow of it's former self as it served a den of wyrms. Led by one, great, crimson Dragon as he hoarded and defended the treasures and relics of Dwarven origins. 

Enter the Den of Vaelryth at your own risk.

(Start a group and inv me.)