Board Thread:Custom Lore Development/@comment-25597877-20160612013824

I: Ironbeard Continental



Galim Ironbeard woke early that day, the dawn had not yet come as he removed the silk sheets. He walked to his mirror, gold framed and crystal clear in its reflection. He hated that mirror, every day he was cursed to see himself, his once brown hair gone grey, the smooth and tanned skin now showing wrinkles. He dressed himself and swallowed some herbs to sooth his knees, deteriorated by the adventures of his youthful years. He stepped into the halls of his palace and made his way to a locked door, the key to which he kept around his neck. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, as he gazed upon the walls covered in objects, some sentimental some truly valuable, but all priceless to him. Relics recovered from ancient tombs, products of important deals he made, reminders of people and places. At the far end of the room he had one thing, a wooden chest, in it, Sandra and Sheena, the crossbows that had served him so well over the decades, now dusty and unused, and a pouch, a small red pouch tied with a white thread. He placed the pouch in his pocket and strapped the crossbows to his side.

Not long before the sun reached its peak in the sky did Galim ride out of the gates, steel bars gilded with gold and gems, serving as but one of many entrances to his palace, headquarters to Ironbeard Continental, a massive trade empire with ties to nearly every land in middle earth. It was just a fortnight before Galim reached his destination, a meeting with about a dozen dwarves and a handful of men.

“Lord Ironbeard, what exactly do you have to offer in exchange for my mine, and why is every other major silver producer south of Utumno here?”

“These questions will all be answered in good time my friend” Galim gave a small smile, but his eyes betrayed his lack of any joy “You will all be paid up front, the value of all the silver contained within your mines.”

“But this is madness! You mean to tell us that you will pay us millions of coins just for an equal value of silver, and on top of that, silver that will take years to mine out and sell?”

“Precisely” Galim’s smile grew wider, but no more joyful “If I had to judge you were getting the better end of this bargain”

Another voice called out from the table, a silver haired dwarf from the Blue Mountains “No! My mine has been in my clan for generations! I refuse to sell it, nomatt-“ His talking cut short by choking, blood began to trail from the side of his mouth as he collapsed. A tall man wielding a bloody dagger stood behind him.

Galim continued, “Now then, all I need from you are your signatures and I will have the coins transferred to you by the end of the month” his smile not once leaving his face  