My name is Iggy Èrithzareth. I was born somewhere in the Highland Mountainhomes of Tileshnil, though I've seldom had a consistent home since then.
I'm a miner, like my old dwarf, and his old dwarf, as far back as I can think. Good, simple honest work. Pickaxes and Hammers. Nice and simple. Not the crazy things you see some dwarves getting into sometimes.
I just joined up with this caravan as a job. Noth'n more than that. The others ended up choosing me to 'lead'. To this day I'm not exactly sure how I ended up as leader of this group. And an interesting little group it was.
Jeps Èrithbokbon was an interesting fellow. He was raised a miner just like I was, though he obsessed over the gems, treasures, and riches over the earth. Me, I'm a plain old metal dwarf. Give me a ferrous vein any day.
'Shadowbound' (he never told us his real name) Kolmonom was a carpenter. Need I say more? Say what you want, but wood's just not a dwarf's element. I've always thought that people who deal with the stuff are a bit... off, you know?
Nice enough fellow, though half the time you expected to see him dancing along with a bloody cohort of elves or something.
Kal'Thzar Mosuskezat... ah, a good dwarf. He wasn't a miner, but he's great with everything the earth has to offer. He even fixed up my pickaxe when one of those damned bulls bent it out of shape. Frankly, I'm surprised that Kal didn't end up as leader... guess that some o' the others had some issues with him. I don't know, I'm not the type to dig to deeply into things like that- if you can pardon the pun.
Joakim Rimtaradil works with animals. I've never liked critters with more than two legs, especially if they're bigger than me. He's almost as much of a nutter as that Shadowbound character- though at least Joakim tells us his name. Oh well. Better him working with the critters than me.
Ah yeah, and 'Human Slaughter' Akrelrigòth. A damned odd dwarf if I ever met one- and in this group, trust me, I did. He just called himself 'human slaughter' all the time, even though he was a fisher (I can't stand water). 'Pike Slaughter', or 'Bass Slaughter'... at any rate, I didn't feel like delving too deeply into his past- damn! That pun again!
At any rate, he's no problem now. He got beaten up by some goats, after trying to fight them off with a lizard. Why the others wanted statues made of him remains beyond me.
Demetrias Akrulsalul is an alright fellow. Makes some fine ales, I'll say, though his cooking could use some work. He's a quiet dwarf, which suits me just fine. Though when 'e talks, he has the oddest accent. I might ask him where the hell he's from someday.
I'll also have to ask him why the heck he brought back 'Human Slaughter' after the goats took him away too.
'Sibreklerom' was the name we decided on when we arrived at the site. It wasn't much of a site, actually, just the side of a mountain with a brook. I couldn't wait to dig into that pristine earth for the first time.
Time for some good, ol' fashioned work!
