Most beautiful lady of Kestrel
I did not think to see such a sight above ground! A dwarven woman of such sturdy beauty. Her build is solid, and her hair and whiskers a soft silken brown. She is dressed in shining chainmail with white silken wraps, and a horned helmet such as the Valkyries of the olden days would wear. I heard her husky, feminine voice laughing above the market din as she clapped a merchant on the back, and I caught a glimpse of black eyes flashing beneath her brows. Such a vision, I could scarcely believe my eyes. With such a partner by my side, I feel I could conquer all the land in a day! My heart sings, full of the ancient sagas of my people and I long to see her atop our restored throne. How fitting would it be to see such a one in a chair of gold and precious gems. I wonder if this halfling can get her to talk to me.
Deity of Kestrel
Pymurg resembles a stocky, muscular dwarf with a black beard interwoven with gold and silver beads. He carries a great hammer. In my tribe, he is credited with shaping the first dwarves out of granite and animating them into our first ancestors. He delights in watching the dwarves progress by learning from their mistakes and triumphs, and intervenes in mortal affairs only when an extinction level event threatens, and then only to endure a fair fight.
Why Am I Kestrel?
My people have been hidebound for too long, unable to cope with a changing world. I follow the creed of Pymurg, that Freedom of Choice is the only thing that can give the dwarves hope for a better future. As Ruler I shall remove barriers to freedom wherever they arise.
Mysterious Person at the Tavern
Kestrel looks at the stranger through bleary eyes. "Eh? Yer an elf!"
The hooded woman puts a finger to her lips. "That is not something I am hoping to publicize."
Kestrel glared at the shadowed features. "I don't trust elves." He belched.
"How cultured. Nonetheless, my Lord believed the prophecy about thee and wishes thee to remember that you aspire to Rule all races, and that thou must put aside old prejudices. He is a person of considerable means."
The drunken dwarf grinned crookedly. "Well now yer talkin'! Fair's fair after all. I accept yer offer an' I'll remember it one day."
The elf passed a sack to Kestrel. "That is well. You are our best hope. Live and be well."
We interrupt Kestrel the Wanderer to share wisdom from days of old:
Today is: 25th February (GMT), in history on the 25th of February, 1926 AD the following event happened:
Francisco Franco becomes General of Spain