Thuf spent most of his adolescence in a reclusive Kingdom of mountain
dwarves deep in the mountain range of Saidian. From an early age he learned
the arts of blacksmithing from his father and basic clerical tasks from his
mother. As the years passed his belly enlarged and his whiskers grew. He
found within a passion and a talent for the healing arts, and as such was
assigned to the healers guildhall upon his thirteenth birthday. Though his
newfound duties left him with little time to himself, his free time was
spent mostly reading books from the expansive library the Kingdom
maintained. Thuf's favorite subjects included the recounting of various
adventurers from an era before the Cataclysm.
Nearing his eighteenth birthday, it came to pass that the home Thuf knew and
loved was no more. They came swiftly and with no warning. A horde of
goblins and other unmentionables slaughtered most of his kin and looted
everything. When they were done they destroyed much of the dwarven
stronghold, only leaving ruins in their wake. Those dwarves who escaped the
goblin wrath made their way down Mount Saidian and headed towards the great
cities of Thera. Thuf was among these weary and battered dwarves. He found
a guildhall much similar to his own and Thuf was last seen heading out into
the wilds with a hunting party...
Description:
Here stands a member of the most noble race in Thera, the dwarves. His beard, like those of all the dwarves, is long but unlike other dwarves, he keeps it braided off to one side, so that it will not get in the way of fighting. Beneath bushy eyebrows, brown eyes burn with the fervor of righteousness and branded into the muscle of his left arm is the symbol of his God. Surrounding him is a peaceful aura, but beneath that he is still a dwarf, blood hot and ready for a good fight.
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could have fooled me, Thuf had a good run
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