Tharvel Angerforge

The Day Before The Beggining
As Aeonis began to rumble, the critters from the void came through. The races had to evacuate the homes of their ancestors. The only race that refused was the Dwarves. Going by the traditional ways of the Dwarves, they closed their gates to the outside world thinking that would keep the creatures out. The council would not follow the Advice given by the Tetragrammaton or that of their advisor, so Tharvel Angerforge took matters in his own hands. By the time he blinked his way into the great halls of the Dwarves, the stress of the earthquakes began to show, large cracks began to form on every wall. The meeting with Paragon started out in the not so good terms, but when the ceiling came down in the throne room and the creatures of the void slashed at the guards, did his advice take hold. The Dwarven warriors held the creatures for as long as they could; the civilians went into the tunnels to the portal to make an escape to Shea. Tharvel did all he could, point and getting them to run in the right direction. When the city was halfway clear, the last of the warriors smashed the last beam holding the route in place quickly bringing the city down on the creatures, but it did not even slow them. They gave chase down the tunnels taking out the Dwarves in the back. Tharvel prepared a fireball and shot it at the ceiling of the tunnel to try and slow down the creatures more.

After the Dwarves went through the portal, Tharvel decided to try and save at least some of the books of his homeland from Ro Modaness. Through the ruin of Cormyr, north past the collapsed keep of the Templar, within sight of the Monument he built to the Paragons, and to Ro Modaness. Down into the darkness he ran as the ground around he heaved and crevasses were opening. He did not even need to find the hidden door as the whole wall caved in and he ran over the rubble. Into Ro Modaness he went, going through the halls, ducking for covers as rocks fell, he ran for the library. There he stuffed the most important books in his satchel and turned to run, only to have Ro Modaness come down on him.

The First day of New Aeonis was a beautiful cloudless day as he sat on what was left of the statue and thought about how he would go to try and protect the past. It would start with the founding of Dedic.

From the Life Book of Tharvel
Edited from the life book of Tharvel Angerforge.

Tharvel had done it, months; maybe years of research had come to fruition. Since his early days of being a Frost dwarf he studied the runes of old, he wanted to make them himself, he wanted to be the only living Rune crafter.

Runes, those handy dandy little magical scribbles on walls, floors, weapons, and more have been around Aeonis for as long as anyone can remember. A civilization of dwarves specialized in making them, and they flourished. That is till they let a human named Tevar into their capital. Runes have since only been recreated, most still only serving the purpose written centuries ago. One such rune was on the Frost altar for the Frost Dwarves. When touched, the rune would flare up, and altered the physical being of the dwarf, changing their skin blue, and gave them a longing to live in the Tundra. This was recreated by Tharvel years ago on his rune blade Frost’s Bite, only change was the addition of the rune of Earth. This combination changed how it reacted to a cut, freezing the wound, and keeping the opponent from bleeding out.

Tharvel was astonished by how runes could change an already exquisite blade into such a strong weapon, and he wanted to make more. He started his research in the Tetra, then Lliwe’s own life book (which he found in Tevar’s home of all places, such a bad spot to store it), and then ended it with some books that he….borrowed from Tevar’s personal library.

Surrounded by all these books, he began to piece together the creative process needed to create his own rune. Failure after failure, burn after cut, he continued to practice, research, retry, and learn. One night he finally came across it, the last link needed. He added it into the redstone dust that he then put into the carved rune in the floor. With some words that sounded like ancient dwarven, it lit up; it flared up, and then proceeded to blow up.

Hours later when he was finished cleaning up the mess, he realized he made the first explosion rune since the time of the first Rune crafters. Now to test it further, maybe in some cake icing….”Off ta find Anna’s cakes”