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02-22-2014, 03:02 PM
Name: Fortis Stonebeard
Race: Shield Dwarf
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Class: Rogue/Fighter/Dwarven Defender
Deity of Worship: Clangeddin
Appearance:
Fortis is without a doubt an IMMENSE Dwarf. He stands a towering (for a Dwarf) 66 inches tall (5'6", or 1.68 meters). He might actually be wider than he is tall, with a monstrous belly bulging out in every direction. The net effect of which is to make him look like a perfect square. The oddest feature about him, is his skin. His skin is a distinctly pink hue, and every area that can be seen is a twisted wreck of burn scars. Whatever caught him on fire destroyed his skin, and by extension the hair follicles, on virtually every square inch of his body. He has no eyebrows, no eyelashes, no hair on his head, and no body hair of any kind. The only exception to this is his beard. It seems his chin was spared in the tragedy that befell him. He has a massive black beard that juts out from his face in lovingly cared for braids with dwarven symbols braided into it. It is always clean and well oiled and perfumed.
His beard is the only thing that is clean about him. He smells like he lives in his armor....because he actually does. He drinks ale out of habit, much of which ends up all over him. He smokes cigars, and tries not to bathe.
His eyes are a deep gray, and he almost always seems on the verge of laughing.
Biography
Och! Barkeep! Bring ya biggest keg o'er 'ere by da fire!
The grizzled old dwarf came thundering into the tavern, a raucous air of mirth surrounding him, but also an obvious look of weariness. He has spent the better part of two months leading a squad of men from up and out of Clan Stonebeards holdings deep under the Sunrise mountains, and then down into the surrounding towns of Thay. The Stonebeards were gem miners, the veins around their clanhome being thick and rich with them. They were most well known for their prodigious ruby mining, but they also had sapphire, diamond, emerald, amethyst, and other precious stones. The group of Dwarves were nearing the end of their trading mission, having bartered for furs, spices, meat, and other sundries unavailable to them in their deep, rocky home.
The old Dwarf leading the foray had just traded away his last precious stone, and was looking forward to a good nights rest before setting out in the morning for home. The barkeep had served these Dwarves before, as they came to town every year, and he knew they would not be light with spending money on food and drink. He hurriedly brought the ale, and a tray of smoked meats and cheeses, along with a humidor of fine cigars.
"Rolled on the naked thighs of virgin Elf women!"
The barkeep joked as he opened the humidor and held it out for the old Dwarf to select.
The dwarf had just lit the cigar and was in mid pour of an entire pint of ale seemingly straight into his stomach, when the distinctive laugh of a Dwarven child came rolling through the Tavern.
Now Fortis, you can't make a scene here. Mommy is trying to work.
The old Dwarf looked around, but could see no Dwarf women....and he knew no women had come along with him. He shrugged his shoulders, and and went back to swallowing the food the barkeep had brought him.
But Mom!
And then there was another giggle and a squeal.
The old Dwarf sat bolt upright, his ale splashing heavily on his chest. He cursed loudly about wasting ale, then looked around to find this child.
He saw, in the corner, a human serving woman talking in an exasperated tone to a small Dwarvish child in the far back of the tavern. He could see something was wrong with the boy but from the distance it was hard to tell what. He signaled for the barkeep to come and speak with him.
'Oo is dat wee one o'er dere talkin at dat woman?
The barkeep looked over at the woman and the Dwarf boy.
Oh, lad. That is a sad tale indeed. Ten years ago, two elf rangers came to their door carrying that lad. He was barely a year old. The two told the old couple they had come across an Orc raiding party that had ransacked a caravan of dwarves. By the time they happened upon it, the caravan was engulfed in flames. The killed the orcs with their bows, and went in to loot the bodies. As they were picking up the pieces, they said that boy came crawling out of the blazing caravan, on fire himself!
The barkeep paused for dramatic effect.
The Elves used what little healing magic they had to get him stable, but could not care for a Dwarven babe, so they asked the couple to care for him. Old Sheeva there...
He nodded his head in the direction of the human woman.
Was never able to have children of her own. She should have sought out Dwarves to raise him. Many of us thought it wrong for a human to raise a Dwarf baby, but she was having none of it. She has spent the last decade raising that boy as her own. Things were going okay too, until her husband died. Without the hands to work their tenant farm, she came to me a few weeks back begging for a job to support the boy.
As his tale finished, the old Dwarf at the table stood up and walked over to the woman. The barkeep tried to stop him, but he brushed him aside easily. He approached the woman resolutely.
Lass, wot ya 'ave done fer dat boy is sumpin oi kinna evah repay. It ain't sa often dat kindness is shown ta strangers, especially Dwarf strangers by a 'ooman. But dat be me bruddas son. 'E left ten year ago near to da day oi did two months ago to bring Stonebeard goods ta town. We all told 'im it was ta dangerous ta bring 'is 'ole family, but 'e didna listen. 'E wanted 'is son ta see da world outside 'is clan. 'E nevah returned.
The old Dwarf choked up a bit, a tear running down his cheek as he snorted a huge snot rocket into a handkerchief he took from his pocket.
Oi beg of ya lass. Lemme bring 'im 'ome an 'elp 'im learn ta be a Dwarf! Oi will na stand in ya way ta visit 'im in da clan. AN oi will make dis promise. E'ery year until 'e an adult, 'e will come on e'ery trip we take fer trade. We will bring 'im to ya 'ouse an leave 'im wit ya fer da month it takes us ta unload our goods.
It took some time, but Sheeva knew her son...and she would always call him hers, needed to be around his own kind. With a wave of her hand, and a kiss on the forehead, She waved goodbye as the caravan took Fortis back to his clan.
Epilogue
Fortis spent the next forty years in the Clan holdings. he studied all things dwarfish, but also all things Thay. His Thayan mother had saved his life and for that he owed her, and by extension, Thay, much. He knew it could be cruel, but it was orderly, and it was efficient. Things he appreciated as a Dwarf. That they looked down on his kind meant nothing to him. He knew his own worth, and that was enough. When he reached his adulthood, it was time to head into Thay and repay the debt his now long dead mother had accrued on his behalf.
Race: Shield Dwarf
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Class: Rogue/Fighter/Dwarven Defender
Deity of Worship: Clangeddin
Appearance:
Fortis is without a doubt an IMMENSE Dwarf. He stands a towering (for a Dwarf) 66 inches tall (5'6", or 1.68 meters). He might actually be wider than he is tall, with a monstrous belly bulging out in every direction. The net effect of which is to make him look like a perfect square. The oddest feature about him, is his skin. His skin is a distinctly pink hue, and every area that can be seen is a twisted wreck of burn scars. Whatever caught him on fire destroyed his skin, and by extension the hair follicles, on virtually every square inch of his body. He has no eyebrows, no eyelashes, no hair on his head, and no body hair of any kind. The only exception to this is his beard. It seems his chin was spared in the tragedy that befell him. He has a massive black beard that juts out from his face in lovingly cared for braids with dwarven symbols braided into it. It is always clean and well oiled and perfumed.
His beard is the only thing that is clean about him. He smells like he lives in his armor....because he actually does. He drinks ale out of habit, much of which ends up all over him. He smokes cigars, and tries not to bathe.
His eyes are a deep gray, and he almost always seems on the verge of laughing.
Biography
Och! Barkeep! Bring ya biggest keg o'er 'ere by da fire!
The grizzled old dwarf came thundering into the tavern, a raucous air of mirth surrounding him, but also an obvious look of weariness. He has spent the better part of two months leading a squad of men from up and out of Clan Stonebeards holdings deep under the Sunrise mountains, and then down into the surrounding towns of Thay. The Stonebeards were gem miners, the veins around their clanhome being thick and rich with them. They were most well known for their prodigious ruby mining, but they also had sapphire, diamond, emerald, amethyst, and other precious stones. The group of Dwarves were nearing the end of their trading mission, having bartered for furs, spices, meat, and other sundries unavailable to them in their deep, rocky home.
The old Dwarf leading the foray had just traded away his last precious stone, and was looking forward to a good nights rest before setting out in the morning for home. The barkeep had served these Dwarves before, as they came to town every year, and he knew they would not be light with spending money on food and drink. He hurriedly brought the ale, and a tray of smoked meats and cheeses, along with a humidor of fine cigars.
"Rolled on the naked thighs of virgin Elf women!"
The barkeep joked as he opened the humidor and held it out for the old Dwarf to select.
The dwarf had just lit the cigar and was in mid pour of an entire pint of ale seemingly straight into his stomach, when the distinctive laugh of a Dwarven child came rolling through the Tavern.
Now Fortis, you can't make a scene here. Mommy is trying to work.
The old Dwarf looked around, but could see no Dwarf women....and he knew no women had come along with him. He shrugged his shoulders, and and went back to swallowing the food the barkeep had brought him.
But Mom!
And then there was another giggle and a squeal.
The old Dwarf sat bolt upright, his ale splashing heavily on his chest. He cursed loudly about wasting ale, then looked around to find this child.
He saw, in the corner, a human serving woman talking in an exasperated tone to a small Dwarvish child in the far back of the tavern. He could see something was wrong with the boy but from the distance it was hard to tell what. He signaled for the barkeep to come and speak with him.
'Oo is dat wee one o'er dere talkin at dat woman?
The barkeep looked over at the woman and the Dwarf boy.
Oh, lad. That is a sad tale indeed. Ten years ago, two elf rangers came to their door carrying that lad. He was barely a year old. The two told the old couple they had come across an Orc raiding party that had ransacked a caravan of dwarves. By the time they happened upon it, the caravan was engulfed in flames. The killed the orcs with their bows, and went in to loot the bodies. As they were picking up the pieces, they said that boy came crawling out of the blazing caravan, on fire himself!
The barkeep paused for dramatic effect.
The Elves used what little healing magic they had to get him stable, but could not care for a Dwarven babe, so they asked the couple to care for him. Old Sheeva there...
He nodded his head in the direction of the human woman.
Was never able to have children of her own. She should have sought out Dwarves to raise him. Many of us thought it wrong for a human to raise a Dwarf baby, but she was having none of it. She has spent the last decade raising that boy as her own. Things were going okay too, until her husband died. Without the hands to work their tenant farm, she came to me a few weeks back begging for a job to support the boy.
As his tale finished, the old Dwarf at the table stood up and walked over to the woman. The barkeep tried to stop him, but he brushed him aside easily. He approached the woman resolutely.
Lass, wot ya 'ave done fer dat boy is sumpin oi kinna evah repay. It ain't sa often dat kindness is shown ta strangers, especially Dwarf strangers by a 'ooman. But dat be me bruddas son. 'E left ten year ago near to da day oi did two months ago to bring Stonebeard goods ta town. We all told 'im it was ta dangerous ta bring 'is 'ole family, but 'e didna listen. 'E wanted 'is son ta see da world outside 'is clan. 'E nevah returned.
The old Dwarf choked up a bit, a tear running down his cheek as he snorted a huge snot rocket into a handkerchief he took from his pocket.
Oi beg of ya lass. Lemme bring 'im 'ome an 'elp 'im learn ta be a Dwarf! Oi will na stand in ya way ta visit 'im in da clan. AN oi will make dis promise. E'ery year until 'e an adult, 'e will come on e'ery trip we take fer trade. We will bring 'im to ya 'ouse an leave 'im wit ya fer da month it takes us ta unload our goods.
It took some time, but Sheeva knew her son...and she would always call him hers, needed to be around his own kind. With a wave of her hand, and a kiss on the forehead, She waved goodbye as the caravan took Fortis back to his clan.
Epilogue
Fortis spent the next forty years in the Clan holdings. he studied all things dwarfish, but also all things Thay. His Thayan mother had saved his life and for that he owed her, and by extension, Thay, much. He knew it could be cruel, but it was orderly, and it was efficient. Things he appreciated as a Dwarf. That they looked down on his kind meant nothing to him. He knew his own worth, and that was enough. When he reached his adulthood, it was time to head into Thay and repay the debt his now long dead mother had accrued on his behalf.