Durgrim's story begins when he was but a young pup enjoying the carefree
life of youth. You see, Durgrim's family had an heirloom passed down for
five generations and upon a young Dwarf's sixth name day, it is entrusted to
them to safekeep the family heirloom. But, Durgrim was more or less focused
on running amok in the Dwarf Village and generally causing chaos as one so
young would be inclined towards. With this, Durgrim did not accept the
heirloom and so his wizened grandmother held onto it until he was ready.
One day, as Durgrim and his grandmother were traveling the local merchant
street, a thief lay lurking in the shadows. It was a sunny afternoon, and
as his grandmother bent to look closer at an item, the sun's rays caught
upon the heirloom about her neck which in turned caught the attention of the
thief. The thief, seeing an old Dwarf and a young Dwarf instantly thought
this was easy pickings and unfortunately for Durgrim and his grandmother,
this could not have been more true. As the two made their way through the
village, they would take short cuts through alleyways for they had not
experienced thievery before and could not know that it would be waiting for
them upon this day, unlike so many others. As they walked down the
alleyway, the thief materialized before them, demanding the heirloom and of
course, the grandmother refused. The thief, not wanting to risk being
exposed any further, withdrew his cudgel and knocked her across the head,
leaving her on the ground and the heirloom in his hands. Durgrim was
scared, Durgrim was too stunned to try and defend his grandmother. As the
thief cackled and withdrew once more into the shadows, Durgrim knelt by his
grandmother as a pool of blood formed around her head and she moved no more.
Durgrim stayed there for a long time, weeping and cursing his cowardice. In
his stone heart, he vowed to never again be frightened, and he vowed to
never again let another become a victim as his grandmother did.
Description:
Scraggly crimson hair fights for air as the majority of it has been
stuffed into a rather small and unadorned helmet. His beard is well groomed
and has been braided into three separated pieces with the middle being the
largest. Half-lidded dull gray eyes look out at the world with little to no
interest, unless of course it's alcohol or food they happen to fall on.
Muscle and sinew knot the length of his arms, chest, and legs, allowing him
to hold his oversized belly in place. The front of his shirt is covered in
beer stains and bread crumbs and sticks out well past his waistline. All in
all, he looks to be a typical Dwarf.
