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      "0": "This tome is the story of a dwarf, his life and the Order he has founded. You may or may not know of the Mithril Warhammers but, throughout many lands, their battle cry of 'For the Light!' has been and continues to be a welcome sound to the hearts of those evil preys upon and a baneful shriek of destruction to the evil ones themselves. Jerrel Swiftwind, Bard and Scribe to the Elven Lords of the Black Forest, wrote of the Order of the Mithril Warhammers these words:\n\n\"Their members are gentler than lambs and fiercer than lions, merging the mildness of the monk with the valor of the knight so well that, it is difficult to decide which to call them. They adorn their Shrine of Light with weapons instead of gems, with shields instead of crowns of gold, with armor and items of power instead of candelabra. They are ever eager for victory, but not fame, for battle, not for Pomp. They abhor wasteful speech, unnecessary action, unmeasured laughter, gossip and chatter, as they despise all vain things. Who, in spite of being many, live in one house, according to one rule, with one voice, one heart, one soul.\"\n\nBut, as most of the members of the Order will tell you, the heart and soul of the Order was and is its leader, Lord Simeron Steelhammer, though when asked or told this you will only get a loud 'BAH!' from the aging dwarf. I decided to find out more about this old warrior and began by spending many long days and nights entombed within the vast archives and libraries of Castle Steelhammer high in the mountains.\n\nDuring one long stay, I came across a book well cared for and off by itself yet, one could tell it had not been opened in many, many winters. Taking my light globe with me, I approached the alcove only to find it glyphed and warded with many powerful protections of both elven and dwarven runes. This perplexed me even further as I had already found tomes of great value that were left totally unprotected save for the walls of stone the castle and mountain themselves offered. I sought to find Lord Simeron to ask about this but, he was off leading a patrol against an ogre raiding party. Nobody in the castle had even heard of the book but each told me it best to leave it alone if such protections were indeed placed upon it for, Lord Simeron kept few secrets but, those that he did were guarded for good reason. A few even mused that perhaps the wards were not to keep people out of the book but possibly, something IN the book. At any rate, I took their good advice for several reason, including that I was a guest in their home and would certainly not wish to act rudely or offend any of them, least of all their leader.\n\nLater that night however, as I prepared to bed myself in the plush guest room after a fine meal of mutton stew and fresh brewed dwarven ale from the Rusty Steel Tavern, I felt eyes upon my back and the hairs of my neck rose. Now, I am not some young bookworm or scholar that has not seen the world. I am a fairly experienced adventurer in my own right and have faced many terrors but, something was different here. I felt no fear or dread whatsoever. Quite the opposite in fact, I felt warmth, comfort, well being and nay, even a bit of a love. The kind of love one has for a child or young animal that make you smile. I turned and there facing me was a lovely gnomish woman standing no more then my waist tall. She was dressed in a fine golden gown that glittered and twinkles as if the stars of a clear summer night sky had been somehow trapped in the golden summer sunbeams of the morning that comes after it. Her hair was the color of fresh corn on the ends and of the blackest jet overall. But it was her deep green eyes that drew my attention the most. They pierced through my own straight into my very essence. I could feel her looking at my soul and measuring my worth from what she saw there. As I said before, I am no waif to be scared easily nor am I one that is easily shamed for I have always held my honor well. But I found myself turning my eyes from hers without thought, as if I was not worthy to meet her gaze. It was not out of shame I did it, thinking back on it now, but out of a respect for her that came from somewhere deep within me. I tried to summon words to my lips but, found I had lost the will to do so. When I looked up, she had a smile on her bright face and a gleam in her eyes that warmed my soul so deeply, that I smiled in spite of the confusion in my mind as a giddy child does when something funny hits them for the first time. I sat down on the side of the bed with a plop and again, tried to speak. Once again, my mouth failed me and all I could do was open my mouth like a fish out of water and utter stupidly sounding sounds. She raised a single finger to her lips to quiet me and then spoke without ever opening her mouth. I didn't understand then but, she spoke directly to my mind.\n\nYou seek to know of the book that is so well protected. Tell the defender of this castle of our meeting tonight and of that desire and you shall know all you want and more. Have no fear at all of any kind, no offense or slur will you do to him or me for I have given you my blessings, which is all he ever requires. In return I ask that you tell his family of what you find within the pages of that book for, he would never do so. It is not his way of doing thing. Rest now and know that you will ever be safe within these walls.\n\nAnd with that, I lay back on the bed without wanting to and fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning, I was sure I had dreamed it all due to the good food or a bit too much of that fine ale. That is, until I had dressed and gone to the tavern for some breakfast before going back to my research. I happened to mention my 'dream' to Brithon Kegtapper, the Brewmaster and general innkeeper of the Rusty Steel, his face got serious and he said,\n\nI suggest you go see Simeron as soon as 'e arrives my friend. Twas no dream I be thinkin' ye 'ad, but a very special gift. Ahn make sure ye be tellin' me what be in that book too, if Simeron 'as any family at all it be 'is Warhammers.\n\nI spent the rest of the day more waiting for Simeron's return then actually doing any real studying of the tomes in the archives. I found myself walking past the warded alcove on more then one occasion, as if drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I have to admit, curiosity is one of my vices and probably will wind up being the death of me, and I was most curious as to what was held within that book. I wasn't the only one either, for before the sun rose to midday, almost every person within the castle, Warhammer or not, turned to look at me when we passed, each with that look of have you found out yet?or Why are you so special?on their faces. All I could do in return was give them the No, not yet. or I have no idea. look back and continue on my way. Finally, as the sun moved behind the mountains, a call from the gate said riders were approaching. I set my mug of ale down next to my half eaten, mostly played with fish and vegetable meal and ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the gate. By this time, I had enough nervous energy that I must have looked like a schoolboy running to meet his first date but, I didn't much care either. I venture to say that all who saw me gave me the benefit of understanding as they cleared the way well in advance of me so that I had a clean path all the way to the gate. I arrived just as Simeron and his troop were dismounting at the stables. I could her the gruff voice of the old dwarf telling the stable boy to give Goliath, his huge mountain goat mount, a good brush down and an extra amount of oats and corn for feed tonight because he had earned it. I took this as a good sign that the ogres had indeed been dealt with which I hoped, would have put Simeron in a good mood. The grin on his face and blood splatter on his mithril armor told me that was indeed the case as I closed on him. I was taken a bit back when that smile completely disappeared when I told him of my meeting the night before. He stood looking at me for what seemed like an eternity and for the first time in quite awhile, I actually felt a tinge of fear that he might draw Dwar-Glum his might hammer and strike me down with it. He grunted, looked about him, gave a growl at nobody in particular and said, Alright, follow me.\n\nHe led me straight to the alcove, not missing a turn nor misplacing one step as if he had trod this path a million or more times before. Without a word he stopped before the runed archway and stared at the book. Then he lowered his head and spoke in a low voice in a language I couldn't understand. The glowing wards and glyphs faded a little and he sighed and walked straight through them, motioning for me to follow. Without thinking, I did so and realized I was inside the alcove before it hit me I had stepped through those same wards that before, probably would have killed me. Once inside, Simeron turned back to the archway, spoke but another single word in the same language as before and once again, the wards and glyphs glowed at full force, trapping me inside. Simeron turned to me then, grim faced and deadly serious, saying,\n\nThis is my most cherished of possessions, even more then Dwar-Glum, me armor or me very life. Know that if one page within or even one word thereon comes to harm, you will answer to me in the most vile and painful of ways I can imagine for as long as I can possibly make you. As forgiving a person as I am, I give you this as a warning now so that you take extra care.\n\nWith that, he turned to the archway, again lowered his head and spoke the words that allowed passage and stepped through. He spoke the word that sealed the archway again and then went and sat at a table with a large book where I could see him, to give my fears of being trapped within a cage some relief or perhaps, to reinforce his promised threat should something happen to this book. I couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be in this book that would change him so much but, could no longer contain my curiosity. Opening the cover with the greatest of care I began to become enlightened into a side of this dwarf I knew few, if any still alive, knew. The opening sentence was this.\n\nTo all who read this, know that I, Goldmist Steelhammer and the beloved wife of Lord Simeron Steelhammer and this is our story."
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This perplexed me even further as I had already found tomes of great value that were left totally unprotected save for the walls of stone the castle and mountain themselves offered. I sought to find Lord Simeron to ask about this but, he was off leading a patrol against an ogre raiding party. Nobody in the castle had even heard of the book but each told me it best to leave it alone if such protections were indeed placed upon it for, Lord Simeron kept few secrets but, those that he did were guarded for good reason. A few even mused that perhaps the wards were not to keep people out of the book but possibly, something IN the book. 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Ahn make sure ye be tellin' me what be in that book too, if Simeron 'as any family at all it be 'is Warhammers.\n\nI spent the rest of the day more waiting for Simeron's return then actually doing any real studying of the tomes in the archives. I found myself walking past the warded alcove on more then one occasion, as if drawn to it like a moth to a flame. I have to admit, curiosity is one of my vices and probably will wind up being the death of me, and I was most curious as to what was held within that book. I wasn't the only one either, for before the sun rose to midday, almost every person within the castle, Warhammer or not, turned to look at me when we passed, each with that look of have you found out yet?or Why are you so special?on their faces. All I could do in return was give them the No, not yet. or I have no idea. look back and continue on my way. Finally, as the sun moved behind the mountains, a call from the gate said riders were approaching. I set my mug of ale down next to my half eaten, mostly played with fish and vegetable meal and ran as fast as my legs could carry me to the gate. By this time, I had enough nervous energy that I must have looked like a schoolboy running to meet his first date but, I didn't much care either. I venture to say that all who saw me gave me the benefit of understanding as they cleared the way well in advance of me so that I had a clean path all the way to the gate. I arrived just as Simeron and his troop were dismounting at the stables. I could her the gruff voice of the old dwarf telling the stable boy to give Goliath, his huge mountain goat mount, a good brush down and an extra amount of oats and corn for feed tonight because he had earned it. I took this as a good sign that the ogres had indeed been dealt with which I hoped, would have put Simeron in a good mood. The grin on his face and blood splatter on his mithril armor told me that was indeed the case as I closed on him. I was taken a bit back when that smile completely disappeared when I told him of my meeting the night before. He stood looking at me for what seemed like an eternity and for the first time in quite awhile, I actually felt a tinge of fear that he might draw Dwar-Glum his might hammer and strike me down with it. He grunted, looked about him, gave a growl at nobody in particular and said, Alright, follow me.\n\nHe led me straight to the alcove, not missing a turn nor misplacing one step as if he had trod this path a million or more times before. Without a word he stopped before the runed archway and stared at the book. Then he lowered his head and spoke in a low voice in a language I couldn't understand. The glowing wards and glyphs faded a little and he sighed and walked straight through them, motioning for me to follow. Without thinking, I did so and realized I was inside the alcove before it hit me I had stepped through those same wards that before, probably would have killed me. 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