Run for our lives and Damn you father.

The Gates of Zamora, closed to Redemption for at least one year...
or until we grow strong enough to oust King Ozerick, the Usurper.

I should have known that the plot to eliminate the Yuan Ti temple would end in disaster, as it came from shadowfoots conections with Ma Baker. Oh how a hate to run, my legs will only carry me so fast and am sure that Elf knows this and has us running from trouble so he can laugh at myself and Draven as we lag behind. He must still be smarting because i shot that manticore in the heart from over 300 feet away (with a normal short bow) its not my fault that I am a better with a bow. Anyway we must have looked like a right bunch of Thieves, running for the sewers carrying all those sets of armour, most made of steel, that huge Glaive, a bunch of scimitars and such.

Back in the relative safty of the strong house outside the city Zhed brings us the news that I just knew was coming, we had been spotted and now we are being hunted. We now have to decide to what to do and its is finally decided that we should go south and try and find this Shaman, to tell us what this statue thingy is that we have and nobody bloody wants. The journey downriver is uneventfull until myself and that great lump of an orc Thokk go to pay our respects to Kord. Here we learn that they are moving the temple to Shade as a messanger has said that the weather will be unusually cold this year?

We arrive at the coast in a town whos name i cant recall, and Teuvdar shows us one of his new tricks, how cool it must be to be able to lick your own balls. He turns himself into a dog and goes searching around. Teuvdar comes back all excited but I am not sure if it was because he could lick his balls or that he had found this mysterious crate with some sea creature in it, anyway that Elf goes off and does some sneaking around and finds out it is an evil creature whos race have overtaken the temple of umberlee on one of the islands, by this time I am getting a bit apprehensive and excited as we will be heading in the direction of my Clan. My father always side tracked the issue when i asked him about our homeland and our clan, and mother told me bluntly to shut up and dont ask about it.

So we find passage on board a ship that will take us most of the way to where we need to go, we stop at a couple of islands to trade some goods that Shadowfoot thought might help us get information and grudgingly I must admit that it is working. Now I dont like boats if Kord wanted us to be in the water then he would have given us gills. but this passing between islands was not that bad until one day we hear this huge splash nere the boat, Then I hear Draven shout something like "you could not hit my arse with that rock if i was 10ft away from you, your mother was so ugly that she wanted you to be an ogre or a troll you are not fit to be a tall kin." But it is hard to translate the talk of Giants back into the common tongue, the insult was a grand one and I would have been proud to shout it myself. That seemed to incite the Giant and 3 more of those big ugly beasts started to throw rocks at us.

Stone Giants of the Craggy Rock Isles attempt to sink our transportation by
tossing a few friendly stones. In response, we gave these ugly buggers
a volley of arrows, which (frankly) did not amuse them. Truth be told,
the dwarven insults hurled from the boat probably hurt them
more than the arrows.

"Quick, quick get all those tower shields ready to deflect the rocks" the captain shouts, and Draven,Teuvdar, Thokk and a couple of crewmen react. I string my fine new bow and take aim from a good 600 feet away my arrow flys true and hits one of the Giants, "Grrrrrrr not hurt" he shouts and launches a huge rock in our direction, Splash, missed by 40 feet, another mighty insult from Draven and more rocks come in our direction. "Cant you stop insulting them" wimpers Logan the bard as he takes aim with his xbow missing by 50 feet or more " are you joking " says Draven "I have not had the chance to insult a giant for years this is so much fun" I had to agree. Shadowfoot strings his bow and lets fly an arrow that sails wide of the target, "Ha once again a dwarf is shooting better than you friend Shadowfoot" as another of my arrows finds its mark. "Grrrrrrr still not hurt" shouts the giant " Thats only because you are too stupid to feel the pain, you ugly son of a trolls dinner that my your mother would not even eat" I shout back. Then the rocks start to get close to the boat and Thokk deflects one safely away and Draven does the same, more rocks appear and Draven manages to take it full on the sheild which shatters and the rock ends up in Dravens lap "See you are that bad a shot your mother gave you a slap because you could not hit a boat or a dwarf no matter how stupid you are, and so i can catch your puny rocks who are you anyway a midget" Draven calls as the barage continues, Shadowfoot takes another shot misses again by a long way and unstrings his bow muttering something about saving ammo. The next volly of rocks come our way and Draven is muttering a spell, just as the huge rock is about to hit him full in the chest it suddenly turns to clay and splatters the deck "See you cant hurt me you pathetic piece of crap" Calls Draven. Shadowfoot reacts by pulling this funny looking fan out of his pocket, "what you going to bash them away with that?" Thokk asks "no watch" says the Elf as he activates it and a huge gust of wind takes the boat out of the reach of the giants.

The Shaman Witch's hut, deep in the island jungle...

The Shaman has some troubleing news for us, the statue we hold is bringing unwanted foes against us and tells us we need to retake the temple and place it in a room that faces the sea. She also tells me that my grandfather was the chief of the dwarven clan and that my father had been banished because he was in love with the thief that is my mother. You have a lot of explaining to do next time i see you father no changing the subject this time. We dicide to ask the insectoid creatures and the dwarves for help in retaking the temple. Logan comes close to being eaten by the insects but manages to convince them that we can find them a new home. I travel to my homeland and look upon the great gates for the 1st time, now this is no Foxton or Hammerhome but it is my clan home, i walk up to the gates and introduce myself as a Thunderaxe and the guards look baffled and angry but they go fetch the chief of the clan. He gives me a huge embrace and then asks what i want, some of your finest warriors and clerics to help my ride the temple of umberlee from the evil that lurks there i reply. Well you can take 16 of my men as long as you tell me that you will never again set foot in these moutains. What can i do? damn you father for not telling me of my heritage, my group of friends are relying on me to get help so i grudgingly agree.

It would have been nice to one day come home and challenge for my right to be chief of the clan but I guess that Kord has other things planned for me.

Now wheres that flask of fine dwarven spirits i got from hammerhome ah there you are, "i am going to spend some time with myself and any of you try to follow me or talk to me and you will feel the sharpness of my axe"