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Khoron Graendig


Khoron is an average sized dwarf standing at about four feet tall and weighing 160 lbs. His light brown hair is tied back in a ponytail and left hanging between his shoulder blades but his beard is a tangled mess of knots and grey dust from carving stone. His brown tunic is covered in dust and stone chips also but Khoron doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are his most striking features as the deep blue holds it’s own shine; you can see the intelligence and wisdom within those eyes as if the wheels in his head are always turning, always thinking. His backpack is tossed over his shoulder and you can see numerous tools and brushes hanging off the sides. In his hands is a handsized chunk of granite, starting to take a faintly humanoid shape that has obviously been formed and shape by Khoron. With a brief smile Khoron places the stone back in his pack and cheerily declares, “Well shall we be off, there are sights to see and places to experience.”


Khoron was raised by the priestesses of Berronar Truesilver after both of his parents died in a small skirmish with goblins in the foothills around Citadel Adbar. The priestesses of Berronar mothered him to an extreme as Khoron grew up with fifteen mothers and no father figure. At some times it was a rather solitary life but Khoron became friends with one of the priestess’ husbands, Daerin Silverblade. Daerin was a stonemason and he slowly taught Khoron the ways of the stone. Even though Khoron was rather young by dwarven standards, he learned quickly. He began to cherish the time that he spent with Daerin and Daerin enjoyed the time also, as he had no children of his own. It soon became evident to Daerin that Khoron was more than adept at working with stone, he was gifted by the gods. After a long argument with his wife Daerin petitioned the priests of Moradin to accept Khoron into their care as an acolyte. The priests tested Khoron in his skills with stone and agreed that the boy was talented enough to become a master of the craft. Thus at the age of forty Khoron left the Temple of Berronar and began his true following as a priest of Moradin. With a lifetime of experience with religion Khoron excelled in his studies. The priests tried to slow him down as they felt he was moving along too fast but Khoron was just too talented. The priests became rather excited about the abilities of Khoron as he began to master the art of stonecarving and he began to craft with metals and some woods. Khoron’s potential gave him more freedom than the other acolytes, which allowed him to express himself more liberally than normal. His ideas and thoughts did not follow the status quo but the priests gave him some leniency in hopes that with time he would grow to understand. The day finally came when Khoron was named full priest of Moradin and the heads of his order were almost as excited as Khoron was. His talent with stonecarving improved monthly and his abilities with metal were not far behind. It was only two months after his initiation when Dolan Trueaxe, a distant cousin to the King, finished constructing a new abode. The head of the temple saw this as the perfect opportunity to show off the talents of their new priest. Khoron was sent to Dolan’s residence to decorate and carve the stone walls and columns of Dolan’s new residence. Khoron was rather curious as to why the priesthood would send him to work for a noble but he was commanded to do so by the Head priest, the dwarf most honored in the eyes of Moradin, thus that is what he was going to do. After about eight months of working on Dolan’s manor Khoron was beginning to question the decision of the head priest. As a priest he should be helping the dwarven people, sharing his god given talent with his brethren. Why was he working on some cousin of the king’s house, a place where nobody could witness the glory of Moradin? Khoron’s question was finally answered, but not by his fellow priests. That day Khoron was working on the ceiling through the use of a rope and harness. Dolan did not realize this and when he entered the room to admire Khoron’s work he did not see the dwarf hanging among the columns. This allowed Khoron to accidentally overhear a conversation between Dolan and his trusted advisor, Garim. “Master, why did the priests send such a masterful artist to you without any commission? It seems rather strange that they would offer something so readily.” It was Dolan’s response that reached into Khoron’s soul and shattered his belief in the church forever. “Ah Garim, ye don’ understand what te priests are tryin ’ te do. They lost a lot o’ influence when they suggested te the King that he no’ offer so much aid te our cousin Bruenor up north. They’re thinkin’ that they kin regain some favour through me and the talents o’ this youngin. He is quite the artist but if’n the priests are thinkin’ that some art on me walls will make everyone ferget their littl’ indescretion then they go’ another thing comin’. Pah, it’s just all politics, them priests have fergotten their real purpose, te serve the people.” Politics, the word echoed in Khoron’s head. Politics. He was a pawn being used to regain favour with the king. Khoron’s anger began to rise as he decided to teach the priesthood a lesson. Khoron went to Dolan and asked his permission to seal off the main foyer to all eyes except his because he wanted his final and most important work to be a surprise. Over the next couple of months Khoron worked frantically to complete his work. His carvings depicted an old dwarven legend of a dwarven priest named Bynor Kharrhom. He had been given the gift of stoneshape by Moradin himself. Bynor used his gift to produce some of the greatest weapons and sculptures in dwarven history. These works he gave as gifts to the dwarven people. But it was not long before he began to receive offers and donations from dwarven nobles and even from other races. Bynor became a very rich and influential dwarf. But the day came when his stronghold was being attacked by a horde of goblins. Bynor was not worried as his power over stone could destroy the goblins as soon as they entered the caves. The dwarves laughed and chuckled as they waited until all of the goblins were in the caves then they looked towards Bynor to use his power. But Moradin was not displeased with the abuse of his gift and he had decided to reclaim his gift. The stronghold fell to the goblins and was never reclaimed. The treasures lost were innumerable, but it was a lesson well learned. The story was taught to every dwarven child, but Khoron felt it was time to remind these priests. The day Khoron completed his work he packed up his things and said some very quiet and secretive good-byes before heading up to the surface. As Khoron walked down the mountainside of Citadel Adbar promising, “Moradin, my father, my master, my creator, I serve you still as I serve you always.”

Over the following five years Khoron travelled the realms and looking at the wonders of human civilization. Many of his travels have been in the North around Silverymoon and Waterdeep but after seeing many of the sights of the north it was time to move south. Most of his travel were with mercenary caravans as a healer, therefore he is not a stranger to violence, but he does not instantly reach for his hammer at any potential threat. He prefers to keep to himself and spends a great deal of his time carving mostly stone but he is beginning to dabble in a little metal and wood carving. These carvings he gives as gifts or sometimes as barter for room and board. He is a very kind dwarf who is surprising warm towards other races like elves, halflings, humans and gnomes. If he thinks a cause is just, such as fighting evil, he will not hesitate in hefting his pack and marching forth in the name of Moradin.

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