Gendin’s Journal – Who Am I?

updated 01/10/2025

a page from the journal of Gendin, son of Arissa and Temone of the dwarven Clan Gilderlo

Author’s note: Continents such as Trivana are considered “worlds” by their inhabitants, while the world is referred to simply as GeKeb. The point of view of Gendin is limited by his people’s concept of the term world, and his understanding of what GeKeb is.

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Who Am I?

June, 1500 AWR

I am Gendin, son of Arissa and Temone of the dwarven Clan Gilderlo. I write this journal to record events important to myself and possibly to future generations. Some entries may be published in my lifetime, but others? None shall read them during my lifetime, but once I have passed from this world, this journal will be available.

I was known in my youth as the Assassin of Sathea, a name I earned. My father was the master of Red Owl of Sathea, an organization formed by the famed killer Gimlock after the Council of Rendelshod disappeared. Gisine, daughter of Meselda and Thorin of the Clan Gilderlo, was the first Master of Red Owl. The leadership of Red Owl has passed down through her direct descendants for over thirteen centuries until now.

Red Owl could be described as the premiere criminal enterprise in Sathea for all of its existence. In my youth I was proud of that heritage, but time and experienced have changed me.

In my eighty-eighth year I retrieved and accepted the Sword of Cieldren and in doing so accepted the mantle of Champion of the dwarven god Cieldren. I freed my god from his servitude and slew his brother Reamon, who had made him captive.

The man I had been was no more – being in the service of my god changed me profoundly. I continue to excel at the arts of combat, but no longer kill for a sack of gold and gems. I fight for the protection of the dwarven people.

With my father’s death, Red Owl disbanded. I had a new calling, and even if I did not, I had no more stomach for murder. Killing does not bother me, but I will not kill simply because someone else paid me.

I recently completed my “century of service” as the Champion of Cieldren (actually one hundred eighteen years) and passed the Sword to Lisbet, the new Champion. I kicked a lot of dragons when I chose a woman, but I have been kicking dragons since I was a child, so it should not surprise anyone who knows me.

Now in retirement, I am debating what to do with my life. I am relaxing at the Castle Rendelshod, considering what I want to do. Other than reading I have not had much in the line of hobbies, and while I have numerous basic skills, I do not have a pull towards any craft.

The surviving Council members have invited me to join them, and I am strongly considering it. I am not ready for a sedentary life, and membership in the Council of Rendelshod will ensure I am active. It may also ensure that I do not die in bed of old age, but that is not something I have considered as an ending.