Dwarven History
BÁVOR THE SWIFT OF THE STIFFBEARDS
The Fourth House of the Khazâd. The Stiff Beards (Kh. Thakal-tarag) also Bavor's Folk.
Their History:
The Stiffbeards are one of the two Dwarf-Tribes (along with the Ironfists) that awoke in Central Middle-Earth at the Mirror Halls (Kh.:"Kheledkhizdin") in the spine of Arda. They went into the south and built their homes in the Yellow Mountains (Baruzimabûl). Here they carved out the city of Mablâd-dûm in the central Ered Laranor (and thus called themselves the Mablâd).
In S.A. 1080 however, strife arose among them at the coming of one who called himself a scholar of some renown. He had been waylaid by orcs in the mountains and sought succor and healing among the Dwarves. Some did not trust him, thinking this savant too fair of word and too clever. Yet he was skilled in crafts and lore; many secret things he offered to teach in return for their hospitality, and there were many who desired his teaching.
Those who did not were scorned, considered foolish to forsake the chance for knowledge. Surely such a friend was sent by Mahal himself! In the end, the King decided to give shelter to the scholar; it would prove a terrible error! Bávor's people were deeply divided; families and friendships were tested and fractured, and slowly mistrust grew among a once united people. The scars of that dark time (which they call the Sundering) still endure among them, a private shame which they do not share with others.
This scholar was, of course, a servant of Sauron, sent to ruin his enemies from within. He slowly diverted all who put their trust in him, and ostracized those who would not be swayed, doing as much evil as he could. Factions argued, and tensions grew until violence erupted in S.A. 1092. King Bávor IV attempted to calm his enraged people and was slain by accident in the ensuing chaos, but his death finally sobered his people enough to end the fighting.
The Stiffbeards were forever sundered by this tragedy, split into three clans: Lór's Folk, Nár's Folk and Frúar's Folk. Most of Bávor's kin (Lór's followers) forsook their ancient mansion and sorrowfully wandered south to settle in the city of Blackflame (Kh. Narag-bâraz) a mining colony founded three centuries earlier.
Of the remaining Dwarves of Mablâd-dûm, Nár's people left the city for the east, where they founded holds at Bar Falin and Nárad-dûm. The former was eventually taken by the forces of Darkness in S.A 2221. Thus three principal Dwarvish holds remained in the Ered Laranor by the middle of the Third Age.
Most of the Fourth Tribe lived in the city of Blackflame and it was here that the High King of Bávor's Folk resided. Mablâd-dûm held by Frúar's clan was second in prestige, and Nár's Folk in Nárad-dûm south of the Sára Bask in the eastern part of the Yellow Mountains came third. It is said by some that the seventh return of King Bávor will reunite the Fourth Tribe, but very few believe this could ever come to pass.
Culture
Slightly paranoid and exceptionally secretive, the Mablâd are reclusive and insular. They rarely appear in large numbers outside of their caverns. Still they can muster a well equipped army with very little notice, for they protect their own fiercely. They are proud, passionate and quarrelsome, in fact debate has become a matter of skill among them. Bávor's people adhere to their ancient traditions, finding comfort in their rituals and unique customs.
They are known as some of the best miners and delvers of any of the Seven Houses, but they are more renowned as lore masters. Deeply religious, they tend to equate Eru with Aulë, and their lives are guided by his priests and faith in their unchanging traditions. Reverence for their ancestors and respect for their elders are an integral part of their culture as well. Their skill with magic runes is unsurpassed among the Naugrim, for they are studious and pursuit of lore is as respected among them as any crafting skill.
Appearance
The Stiffbeards are almost as tall as the Broadbeams, though not as stocky; their average height is four foot nine, their weight from 145-200 pounds. Eyes are usually green, blue or grey. They have a tanned and weathered complexion and often make use of elaborate tattoos, and both genders enjoy ornamentation and jewelry.
Hair and Dress
Their hair colour is unusual, typically blonde (silver, honey, even strawberry) or rarely sandy to red brown. Each styles their hair in accordance with their profession: craftsmen braid their hair in a long braid (or braids) at the back; warriors use a single top knot or warriors knot, while scholars and priests crop their hair very short. Their beards, of which they are immensely proud, tend to be dense and wiry, jutting out from their chins. Their beards usually are darker in colour than the rest of their hair, which can make for a striking contrast.
In matters of attire, the Stiffbeards are like most of their kind, dressing in sturdy Dwarf boots and loose flowing trousers and tunics, along with hats, caps, or hoods within their cool underground homes. When they must travel they often adopt the garb of their southern neighbours, adding long coats or caftans that have the added value of concealing their weapons.
The Axes of Narag-bâraz
The Axes of Narag-bâraz were an order of warriors and mercenaries, among the Stiffbeards, who had sworn to redeem the dishonour of their ancestors who had granted Sauron's servant shelter and brought ruin on their brothers in the Second Age. Seventy seven warriors felt such great shame at having been so deceived that they forswore home and hearth, and bade King Lór forgive them.
Though they aided in bringing their people to the mansion that would be called Black-Flame (Kh. Narag-bâraz) they would not enter therein. Instead they swore a terrible oath, that neither they, nor their descendants would return to the home of their people while the Enemy and his minions lived! Only when they had avenged the Sundering, when Sauron and all of his works were vanquished from Middle-earth, would they call any place home.
And so they have wandered, for thousands of years, selling their axes wherever the Enemy was found. Great deeds have they done, and equally great sorrow has befallen these resolute warriors. They keep to themselves, keeping their ancient rituals like warrior monks of old, and everywhere they have added their strength to the fight they have made a difference.
Over the centuries others have joined them, from many tribes, and they welcome all who will adopt their culture and their oath. No dwarf, who has suffered at the hands of the Enemy, will ever be turned away by them, nor will they be abandoned in time of need. The axes, to a dwarf, will die before they allow the enemy to every harm another of the Khazad, if they have the power to prevent it.
When the War of the Dwarves and Orcs commenced in 2793 T.A, they answered the call of Durin's Folk, battling valiantly until the end. Many of their number can count a "burned dwarf" among their ancestors. After that dread conflict they remained in the North-west, dwelling for a time in the Ered Luin. They were last known to be in the Iron Hills as guests of his Lordship, and to have fought in the Battle of Erebor, under their Lord Warder Khain the Black Axe.
Now, two ages later, there is little left of this once proud order. The descendants of the original 77, those that remain, still carry on the work of their fore-sires, though they are much reduced in number. At the dawn of the Third Age they numbered over 240 strong, now there are but one and twenty axes. Though they are diminished in number, their spirit was greatly renewed by Sauron's defeat at the end of the Third Age. Yet even the victory over the Enemy himself was not enough for them. His minions remain and his evil still endures, they proclaim, and so they continue, hopeful that one day soon they will at last fulfill their ancestors' promise and at last behold the fabled halls of Black Flame.
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