Stonesoul

The ruling family of the Ravasnat Mountains.

## History

The Stonesoul line reaches back to the beginning of time. The first king was the First Dwarf, born from the first chip off of the Worldstone.

### [Relatively] Recent History

Garadik Stonesoul is the current High King. He spent decades attempting to conceive with his wife, Ordror but was unsuccessful. While trying to pushback the Underdark and keep the various Guilds and lesser lords in line, the devastation of having no heir began to wear on the royal couple. Until a miracle happened.

Garadik knew that his Son was growing to become Zaz Veforgjarrik—the Last Protector. The kingdom prepared over the long pregnancy, ensuring that the progeny would be afforded the best tutors, the best trainers, the best chance to live up to his name—throwing back the Underdark so that there would be no more protection needed.

And he was born beautiful. Dark ruddy hair, stubble upon his chin, eyes that seemed to devour everything in his eyeline. The perfect heir to the rapidly aging king and insightful Queen. They named the boy Veforgjaerrik – Protector in the common tongue. A minute later, to the surprise of Garadik, to Odror, to their midwives, divinators... to everyone... another son was born.

This one they named Zaz—Last.

Garadik and Ordror began to age gracefully, knowing that Veforgjarrik would be the perfect king. As Veforgjarrik marched at the head of what was meant to be the backbreaking blow against the Underdark, his parents beamed with pride. Twelve months past without his return, and his parents began to panic.

Garadik began doing everything he could to extend his life, taking potions, reaching out to Torkal, and performing all kinds of folk wisdom rituals. Anything to keep himself on the throne until Veforgjarrik returned.

## Hooks

A recent letter from the Queen:

> My Dear Son,
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> I hope this letter finds you well. I hope you are applying yourself and learning all that you can from those around you. It has only been a few months since I have seen you, however I have thought of you daily so the time seems so much longer. You are on my mind so often because of your father. Garadik’s health is failing. He can barely get out of bed in the morning. I fear his bones are ready to become stone again. He keeps talking about a promise he made that would have kept Veforgjaerrik safe, that he is still safe, just lost. His mind is going, for I know nothing of this promise. I am ready to take up the crown, to hold the mountains on my shoulders. I will do it until you are ready. There are cracks in the foundation however. The other ruling families are using their guilds to pry control out of our hands, and fracturing the front line. Camulod is under a ferocious siege, and our losses are mounting. I pray to Moradin daily for you, like your father did when he could. I know you will come back and lead with all that is within you, and I know it is selfish of me, but I would rather we lose the mountain than have you be under this burden. Losing your brother was almost the death of your father, and now I fear your fathers death will mean I lose you to the rule of these mountains. You have a spark that can lead, but you must keep it safe. It will suffocate in the stale air we all breathe down here.
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> A landslide of love,
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