Raggolgrimbob 'Bob' of the Red Mountains

Name Raggolgrimbob
Young Adult
Thorin's Hall Neighbourhoods
Outward Appearance

Bob's beard is jet black and well-groomed, you notice, and he seems to take great pride in his appearance. There are onyx and hematite gems sewn onto his robes, which, though modest, are of the highest quality. You thought Blacklocks were dark-skinned, but Bob isn't particularly. At second glance you notice how his dense freckles give him an almost tanned look. Even so, you suspect he could be pulling your leg about the Blacklock bit - they're supposed to look darker than that!  He carries no sword or axe, but he's always got a lute on him.  He seems to sizzle with static electricity.


Aye, the Red Mountains, that's where I'm from. You heard me right. From the great fortress of Baraztûm: the haven of the mighty, the home of wisdom, the halls of craft: enlaid with silver and bespangled with myriad gems, defended by the mastery of tactic and cunning disguise.

And so aye, that does makes me a Blacklock -- of Druin's Folk -- one of those dark dwarrows you've heard about. And no it's no wives tale: we do exist, just like you, only we have better taste in travel garb, I see. 

So how did I get here, ya ask! Long story. Are you sure you've got the time for a lecture on the treacherous treachery of the men of Rhûn? Or how I lost my prized white Battle Goat while crossing the pass in the Misty Mountains? Oh I found out later that this way was not especially clear. Thanks for informing me -- it won't bring my old goat back.

Why am I here? Easier question to answer! I'm here to make a name for myself, plain and simple. I needed to get away from my father's house and out into the world. Anyway, my old dad has been insufferable as of late -- him and his Byzantine machinations! -- to get me to start carving out my own hall right away, before I get any seasoning in life. Look, I know -- and everyone else knows -- he's only trying to compensate for having lost his own hall. He wants me to settle in our familial mountain in the far East, out in the middle of nowhere, next to an active volcano, near a warlike tribe of low men... instead of go on living in our civilized quarters in
Baraztûm, or in even such a nice little place as this.

I am pleased to hear that the halls of
Khazad-dûm are open for visitors, and not the least of which - the ruins of the crumbling stash of books in their once-great library.  Too bad that over the past centuries, those goblins and orcs have been using the pages of those venerable tomes to wipe their bums, but there is something still to be salvaged.  Good news indeed!  I'm also glad to see that a different sort of library is open to travelers: the modest gem in that hunting lodge called Imladris.  It seems my journey West was not in vain!

Anyone who'll chat with him. Zhigi Norgi
Dizinh his sister, Naragtunzal his uncle, Bahyrel his grandfather: have all followed him West, to his chagrin.
Bob is silent on this subject.
a good tune, a good laugh, a good pie, a good pipe - and lots of bling!
Bob pities those cursed with no sense of humour.
To make a name for himself, or at least have something to write about!
Call Me Bob

Raggolgrimbob's Adventures

A Letter from Baraztûm, in the East 5 years 7 months ago
To Repair Augir's Broken House 6 years 6 months ago
Iron Ale - Beer Jingle 7 years 4 months ago
If I Were the Izbad 7 years 5 months ago
Traditional Blacklock Marriage Song 7 years 6 months ago
Raggolgrimbob's Adventures

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