The stalls of the Bazaar

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"Khaz-Urbaz"

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Khaz-Urbaz is a large dwarf carved hall into the mountain, being chiseled outwards instead of downwards.
As soon as you pass into the hold through Bar-Wuthroth, you are greeted with the sights, sounds and smells of the great market.

Manling tradesmen and merchants fill the hall with large colourfull stalls, floats and some more perminant shops, for example; The Screaming Grobi inn.

There is a wide variety of things to buy and sell, mostly of shoddy human workmanship, but some things of higher quality.
Burgomiester's of the Empire sell Riekland ales, grains and cerials, aswell as their cattle and livestock.

Traders from Tilia sell their wines and their Tilean steel and in return are given the weapons they need to fight one of the wars bound to be happening between two principalities.

More exotic wares can be purchased from Arabian men wrapped in flowing robes, and occasionaly Elven wanderers or Romany travelers sell magical trinkets to those who are willing to pay the price.

It is also worth noting that with all the caravans that need guarding, and the protection of well lined pockets to be done, this place is probarbly the best place in the hold to buy the services of mercenaries.

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The statue of Gazul:

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Standing in the bazaar was a great statue, made in rememberance of those who had fallen during the first siege of Kazad Dawr...

Fashioned in the likeness of the dwarf god Gazul, holding a sword so magnificant it could only be made by an ancient dwarf smith, and a shield broad and round which he bore in mighty protection of the bodies of those fallen in glorious battle, who kept their honour and fell for the defence. It was hewn from stone whiter than the purest snow, and outshone even the silver inlaid into it, for it was intricatly embelished with caresses of silver.
It shone with a light of its own which captivated the eyes and hearts of all who looked upon it. It was filled with a overpowring glory, defiance, and a true sense of Dwarfishness itself. Dwarf who had helped fashion this wonder fealt a tear roll down their face at this divine symbolism.

Then after your eyes managed to wrestle themselves from the grip of the shining marble, they noticed how proudly the statue stood, an how intricatly every single inch of Gazul's form was set with lines of care and love bestowed from dwarf smiths to their things, such was the care and love Gazul showed as he sheltered his children.

The sword of Gazul was set with white gold along the blade, and runes where carved into its hilt. Gazuls armour was set with beads of white gold and silver, and his sheild was pure marble.

Then after you had been taken aback by the awe, and after that the detail, the eyes fell to its base. Compared to all the rest, it seemed dull, forlorn, and quietly woefull. Full of the true sadness of loss and quiet sacrifice.
The monument was engraved with a name of every loved one who had died in the battle. They would indeed be remembered as long as this great spectacle did stand...