Tales of the Sindri Udur
In the time after the World’s creation but before the Great Races walked amongst
each other, the Dwarfs, or Kazami as they had named themselves, flourished in a vast civilisation beneath the
Earth. Hidden from the light of the Sun, they turned immense caverns into great cities, the largest of which could
house tens of thousands of Kazami. Life in these cities was illuminated by the mystical Yagami stones, strange
glowing rocks that provided both light and heat the even the deepest of places. These huge gems sat at the centre
of each city and their rhythmical cycle of waxing and waning formed the Kazami’s day and night. Around these stones
grow a whole ecosystem of plants and fungi which in turn gave rise to the many species of creature that lived
amongst the Kazami, including those that formed the basis of the Kazami diet. It is the Kazami’s belief that they
came into being millennia earlier when the Yagami stones first started to glow.
When it came to wealth the Kazami were unsurpassed, as oceans of jewels lay at
their feet and seams of metals and ores that never ran dry striped the walls of every cavern. This bounty they
claimed as a birth right and with it they refined their skills of crafting to near perfection. The Kazami did not
use fire to smelt their metal, favouring instead the use of Rune Magic to create an artificial, and therefore much
more controllable, heat source. Their weapons and armour were impeccable, but jewel crafting was by far their most
impressive skill, with designs so intricate and delicate they would make a spider’s web seem clumsy and crude.
These skills extended to simple clockwork devices that harnessed the power of mystical gemstones to produce simple
household items such as lanterns, cooking stoves and clocks. The Kazami were a prosperous people and the enemies
that had plagued the early years of their history were all but a memory. Patrols of the Great Maw were more of a
religious pilgrimage now instead of the life-saving necessity they once were. For many it was a grand time to be
alive, but for many more it was anything but.
With no threats from the outside, it was not long before the world of the Kazami
started to rot from within. Greed and decadence spread like mould, slowly tainting all who were exposed to it.
Tradition and honour were replaced with hedonism and ambition. The Jogun and his Jarls’ rule held little meaning
any more, with all the real power being divided amongst the Guilds and their masters. This new elite had more
control over the lives of their Guilds’ members than any court could hope to have. The divide between rich and poor
had grown wide and despite near limitless wealth, a great many Kazami lived and died in poverty and in this world,
without coin, you were nobody. The poor lived in slums on the edge of the cities, a breeding ground for crime and
far enough from the Guildmasters’ eyes for it to be left unchecked. Life meant little, power meant
But this time was not without law; justice and peace were still things to be sort
after and amongst the chaos there was still order to be found. And it was found in the Sindri Udur. The Sindri Udur
were a religious order of Kazami who had sacrificed all earthly belongings, save their Long-Axe, and swore to uphold the laws of the Kazami and protect the innocent.
They were a social class unto themselves were each member had the authority to overrule any Jarl or Guildmaster
should the need arise. Only the best and brightest Kazami would leave their families at a young age to join the
order, and their strict program of mental, physical and philosophical training meant it would be years before they
would meet them again.
Their traditions were created over time by some of the most revered figures in
Kazami history and they lived by strict laws that must be observed at all time under punishment of death. They
owned no possessions save their Long-Axe, or Sin Baruk, a weapon that
held an important place in Kazami society and history. It is common for Sindri Udur to be given additional items to
aid them in their duties, items known as Ajan Datsu or “Helpful Gifts” are considered to be on-loan to the Sindri
Udur indefinitely but not actual possessions. Often these will be other weapons, outfits for formal occasions,
espionage equipment, crafting tools and books of knowledge but many other items have been included in a member’s
Ajan Datsu. A member once claimed 20 gallons of rice wine a week as part of his Ajan Datsu to help him gain the
favour of the local miners in order for him to gather evidence against their corrupt Guildmaster. Members were
forbidden for owning a house and would instead receive “payment” from those they helped in the form of board and
lodgings for a night or more. They could, of course, simply knock on the door of the local Guildmaster and demand
to sleep in his bed, and although this order will have no doubt been obeyed, it will have earned that particular
Sindri Udur a powerful enemy.
The duties of the Sindri Udur were many and varied, most involved settling
disputes on one scale or another; anything from breaking up a bar-room brawl that has got out of hand to preventing
rival Jarls from going to war with one another. Their duties brought the Sindri Udur in contact with people at all
levels of society, from the wealthiest noble to lowliest vagrant. For example, the Smithing Guild may think the
Miners Guild is ignoring lucrative seams, concentrating instead on finding gems to line the Jewellers Guilds coin
purse. It would have been down to the local Sindri Udur to investigate and ensure there was no favouritism, and if
there was they would reprimand the guilty parties and set affairs in order. Maybe the workers of a particular guild
feel they are being treated unfairly or paid too poorly, a Sindri Udur may speak on their behalf to the Jarl or
even confront the Guildmaster themselves. Disagreements were often settled in formal duels and the people may need
a champion! Assassinations and kidnapping were not uncommon amongst the power elite in Kazami society, as so a
Sindri Udur’s skills in both investigation and as a bodyguard were always in high demand. It was not totally
unheard of for a Sindri Udur to be the one carrying out the assassination, as many an ill deed has been done for
the greater good.
Judge, jury, executioner and peacemaker. The Sindri Udur were the Kazami’s
brightest light in a time when darkness seemed to fill every corner. The fabric of this society depended on these
honourable few and their actions would shape the history of their race and be retold down through the