• Full title: Teldorthan Ironhews
  • Race: Dwarf
  • Hometown: Fallcrest
  • Relations: Good friends with Sergeant Murgeddin
  • Occupation: Weaponsmith and armorer


Teldorthan loves to hang out in the Blue Moon Alehouse with Sergeant Murgeddin.


He is a garrulous old fellow who spends his time trading stories with his customers with a pipe clenched in his teeth, while his apprentices (two of whom are his sons) do the work. Make no mistake—Teldorthan is a master armorer, and under his supervision his apprentices turn out work of exceptional quality.

Teldorthan has in stock (or can soon manufacture) just about any mundane weapon or armor found in the Player’s Handbook, although he advises beginners to try a hammer: “If you can drive a nail, you can kill an orc! You can drive a nail, can’t you?”

PAST. Teldorthan recently lost a valuable strip of dragon hide he intended to make into scale armor. A trade caravan had sent it down from Winterhaven, but kobolds raided the caravan near the Cloak Wood and stole the wagon’s goods. The dwarf strongly suspects that the kobolds are hiding out in the ruined manor called Kobold Hall, and he wants someone to recover his property. He is willing to pay the player characters to make the attempt. PCs recovered this hide and Teldorthan is busy at work crafting a masterwork.