(1. age of Gultul)

Guntul The first

The People of Guntul was lot living like the Keen Folk in the realm of Melenar, but were to find deep in the mountains of Bhelzedur north in the epic land, or Razhul in the tongue of the dwarfs. Mining the deep for gems, iron and other metals. Trading it with the folk living in Razhul is what made the dwarfs rich beyond compare.

The wealth of the dwarfs came from their master miner Gathril Midas. Gems and valuable stone all came from the quarters of the master miner, where he was next side the king. For the king had always his eyes on his treasure. A great river flowed through the city, making it possible to sail trade ships straight into the city.

The people of Guntul had to escape their home in the deep mountains of Bhelzedur north east of the Mer, they had awoken a great evil which only goal was to serve the Eldar of Fire. It was an ancient beast made by the fire spirit to guard the lower depths of earth, and its name was Roshan or as the people of guntul called it Bhall Thrês. Long had it dwelled in these depths only disturbed by the sounds which the earth it self was creating.

A great number of dwarfs were killed in the battle against the great evil, a battle later known in song as the battle of great sorrow. Even the king Anûin Bhelzedur was slain. The raging beast scorched the city of Bhelzedur to the ground and the fields around the city

They boarded weak ships and sailed with no goal – no king.

Aboard the Ships Guntul took Charge and led the dwarfs to new shores, and brought a new found hope into the wrecked ships. They sailed for 30 days and as many nights before they reached the Shore of Bahral or The Sands of Pain, as it was later named by the people of Guntul.

Guntul was the first dwarf to embark the Kingdom of Elze only to be met by fire from the people who lived there. The war lasted 150 years and thousands upon thousands of dwarfs died.

Guntal son of Guntul

Moved the people of Guntul to the mountains of Knollen. Here they settled for a while only to find that even nature were against them. The beast who roamed the steep cliffs was to high to kill with sword or axe, and the dwarfs starved for a long while, and lived of the wild plants in the aera.

(2. age of Guntul)

Thallak Gunbearer

The people of Guntul was greeted in the fallen City of Guntul by the Shopkeeper. His bird had learned the news of the people of Guntul, and brought the news to his master. The Shopkeeper offered the dwarfs guns to hunt the beast for meat.

The first dwarf to ever shoot a gun was Thallak son of Guntal. Thallak was an excellent marksman and shot his gun, Isih, with deadly precision.

Guntal II Beastkiller

Even more deadly that the first gun-bearer, Thallak, was Guntal II Beastkiller. It is said that Thallak was the dwarf who invented the great test of the people of Guntal and that he killed more beasts than anyone and have not wasted a single bullet in the hunt for food.

The test Gultal invented is a skills shot-test, where the gun-bearer is to shoot a prey of his liking with a single bullet.

In a dream it came to Guntal, the dark prophecy of which the hunter will forever roaming the Wasted lands and the Mountains of Knollen in the search for the perfect shot. The prophecy will only come true if the prey where shot in its eye, and the eye falls too the preys mandibles.

(3. age of Guntul)

Kartul Hawkeye, son of Guntal II Beastkiller

Kartul Hawkeye, Kardels farther, was a simple dwarf by all means. (more to come)

Kardel Sharpeye, son of Kartul

Kardel Sharpeye was born deep in the mountainous valleys of Knollen where, since the time of Guntal son of Guntul, the folk have survived by hunting the strange, cliff-dwelling steepstalkers above their village—killing them from a distance and collecting their carcasses where they fell. Sharpeye was among the best of these strange folk for whom projectile weapons are but another appendage, and to shoot is as natural as to touch.

On his day of summoning, when he was to gain full standing in his village, Sharpeye took the ancient test: a single shot from the valley floor to strike a beast down from the cliffs. To miss was to be dishonored. With his entire village standing vigil, Sharpeye took his shot. A steepstalker fell; the crowd cheered. But when the carcass was collected, the village grew silent, for the elders found that the bullet had pierced its glittering central eye then fallen to be clenched in the steepstalker’s mandibles. This ominous sign was the literal opening of a dark prophecy, foretelling both greatness and exile for the gunman who made such a shot. Sharpeye the Sniper was thus, by his own skill, condemned to make his way apart from his people—and unwelcome back among them until he has fulfilled the remainder of the prophecy by attaining legendary stature on a field of battle.