Discord
Changelog
03-30-2014, 05:54 PM
This journal is written in beautiful flowing Calligraphy. The paper is fine parchment, and the ink appears to be a liquid gold filigree. The language used is Dwarven. While it appears to be almost a letter of sorts, the contents are not clearly directed at any consumer other than the himself.
The time outside of Clan Stonebeard has been informative to say the least. I came here with a series of expectations, and I am finding that not only are the expected roadblocks to my plans not materializing, Thay has been almost.....receptive to the idea. I am quite sure the purpose of a Dwarven gathering place for worship and camaraderie is not something the human population of Thay encourages, it appears to be more of a case that gold is the King. If I am willing to pay.....and liberally, they will not ask to many questions about what, exactly I am building. I am sure that would change if I started haranguing fire, brimstone, and heresy to my fellow Dwarves, but I have no intention of doing so. That is comforting, to a degree. At least I know my dream of a Dwarven home carved out of the very heart of Thay has at least a good chance of success. On the other hand, it concerns me...mostly out of paranoia due to my expectations of Thayans opposing at any level such a place for a race they consider to have little utility beyond slaving away in gold mines.
Oddly, it is what HAS been a problem that is most surprising. Perhaps it is from being surrounded by Dwarves my entire life, but I expected more Dwarves to be around, available, and willing to help in this task. I suppose it is the way of dreams. They never quite live up to how they shape in your mind. I had envisioned a legion of Dwarves falling under the communal banner being carried by me, and donations of all sorts pouring in to help. The reality has been quite different. Me toiling away looking for work, scraping together what money I can save, and trying to avoid having an ax buried in my skull while exploring some deep dark crevice of Thay, hoping to find monsters to thump and taking their loot as my own.
Everything costs money here. In the clan, people work together toward a common goal.....protecting the clan. There are elements of that here, but inside Thay, it appears to be fractured. Each Tharch has what appears to be its own standing army that shares little chain of command with any others. Gold is horded and saved for their own ends. In short, a free for all of individualism, with everyone clawing their way to the top of whatever pile they find nearest to climb. There appears to be little rhyme or reason to it. Likely that is only because I am so new here and have little knowledge and understanding of the inner workings of Thay. But it certainly appears to be chaos wearing a thin layer of law.
I can not argue with the results. Thay is strong and powerful, spread across many lands, so there must be somethign to it. Not having been born to its workings is seriously working against me.
But enough preaching about my problems. It is time for me to spend a little of the small fortune I have saved to improve my equipment so I can increase my chances of survival in the death matches I am enduring to gain the gold I desperately need to follow what I perceive as the calling from Moradin himself.
The text abruptly ends.
The time outside of Clan Stonebeard has been informative to say the least. I came here with a series of expectations, and I am finding that not only are the expected roadblocks to my plans not materializing, Thay has been almost.....receptive to the idea. I am quite sure the purpose of a Dwarven gathering place for worship and camaraderie is not something the human population of Thay encourages, it appears to be more of a case that gold is the King. If I am willing to pay.....and liberally, they will not ask to many questions about what, exactly I am building. I am sure that would change if I started haranguing fire, brimstone, and heresy to my fellow Dwarves, but I have no intention of doing so. That is comforting, to a degree. At least I know my dream of a Dwarven home carved out of the very heart of Thay has at least a good chance of success. On the other hand, it concerns me...mostly out of paranoia due to my expectations of Thayans opposing at any level such a place for a race they consider to have little utility beyond slaving away in gold mines.
Oddly, it is what HAS been a problem that is most surprising. Perhaps it is from being surrounded by Dwarves my entire life, but I expected more Dwarves to be around, available, and willing to help in this task. I suppose it is the way of dreams. They never quite live up to how they shape in your mind. I had envisioned a legion of Dwarves falling under the communal banner being carried by me, and donations of all sorts pouring in to help. The reality has been quite different. Me toiling away looking for work, scraping together what money I can save, and trying to avoid having an ax buried in my skull while exploring some deep dark crevice of Thay, hoping to find monsters to thump and taking their loot as my own.
Everything costs money here. In the clan, people work together toward a common goal.....protecting the clan. There are elements of that here, but inside Thay, it appears to be fractured. Each Tharch has what appears to be its own standing army that shares little chain of command with any others. Gold is horded and saved for their own ends. In short, a free for all of individualism, with everyone clawing their way to the top of whatever pile they find nearest to climb. There appears to be little rhyme or reason to it. Likely that is only because I am so new here and have little knowledge and understanding of the inner workings of Thay. But it certainly appears to be chaos wearing a thin layer of law.
I can not argue with the results. Thay is strong and powerful, spread across many lands, so there must be somethign to it. Not having been born to its workings is seriously working against me.
But enough preaching about my problems. It is time for me to spend a little of the small fortune I have saved to improve my equipment so I can increase my chances of survival in the death matches I am enduring to gain the gold I desperately need to follow what I perceive as the calling from Moradin himself.
The text abruptly ends.