Rise of the Runelords in the 612
As the party regroups after the debacle in the tunnels below the Glass Factory – back at the Rusty Dragon perhaps? – they are approached by a somewhat disheveled dwarf: “I hear you got a goblin problem. My name is Karsus, I solve goblin problems.” Karsus is rather tall and gaunt, for a dwarf. He has long black hair, coal-black eyes and several prominent scars on his face. His black beard, rather than being carefully oiled and braided like many Dwarves’, is long, tangled and unkempt. Karsus carries a scythe, a huge dwarven hammer and a crossbow, and he wears a breastplate, the implements of a warrior. His weapons and armor are well-made and intricately wrought, inlaid with many gems, but have also suffered from hard use. As the party members converse with Karsus, they would observe that even with an ale in his hand, he is rather dour and grim, even for a dwarf. He also seems to assume that Katabatix (sp?) is the leader of the party and seems to doubt the goblin-fighting prowess of “an elf and a cat.”
Karsus explains that he heard of the goblin raid on Sandpoint and came to the town to see if he could assist. Karsus, you see, has a particular hatred for goblins. His Dwarven city in the mountains is at constant war with goblins and, sadly, his brother was slain by a goblin when Karsus was still a young Dwarf, too young to patrol the tunnels with his older brother. While Karsus doesn’t say it outright, it is apparent that his brother’s death is not only a source of grief but also of humiliation for himself and his family. Of course, a party member might point out that its not exactly unusual to come across a dwarf that hates goblins… How does that qualify him to join the party?
Karsus gets a wild look in his eye. “Since my brother’s death, I’ve devoted my life to wiping out the goblin race. I’ve delved into their tunnels, followed their tracks, spied on their movements, disabled their traps, and sabotaged their tunnels. I know how they fight and how they think. Most of all, I know how to make them squeak. That’s what I call ‘em, ’squeaks.’ It would be an honor for myself and my family if I could join you in wiping out the f***ing squeaks you got here.”