Dwiggans the Wurst Knight, Blade of the Order of LightDwiggans created on 07th of September 2021, and is currently 42 years old (381 hours played).
Title: the Wurst Knight, Blade of the Order of Light
Class: dwarf paladin
- Sausage and Steel - posted at 2022-01-10 02:39:29
Sausage and SteelSausage-making and smithing. Smithing and sausage-making. Torn between
these two trades was how Dwiggans spent his youth in Gwidry. Born to a long
line of reputable blacksmiths, it was always expected he would follow suit.
Smithing ran deep in his bloodline. Though, in his heart of hearts, he knew
it wasn't his true passion. Something else called his name. He was born to
A revered blacksmith in Gwidry, Dwiggans' father had begun teaching Dwiggans
the way of the forge at a very young age. Dwiggans apprenticed under his
father and spent most of his waking hours at the forge. During these long
days he would eye the respected butcher whose stall was located across from
the forge. Cutting, chopping, trimming, grinding. All day long patrons
passed through purchasing their cuts of meat. It wasn't long before
Dwiggans began conversing with the butcher during his breaks or when his
father was preoccupied. He befriended the butcher and began learning some
of his craft. Namely, the sausage-making process. This process piqued his
interest greatly. All the herbs, spices, seasonings, and meat combinations
used to fashion one delectable sausage. It was his calling.
However, his father would hear nothing of it and he knew that. But
Dwiggans' dilemma would soon resolve. His father's handiwork began to slip
as he took to the firebreather more with each passing year. It was
seemingly inevitable that his father, drunk as a has-been bard, tripped and
cracked his head open on his anvil working late one night. The following
morning Dwiggans found him lying face down in a pool of blood next to an
impressive pile of empty firebreather. It didn't take an elf to piece
together what had transpired.
Dwiggans felt sorrow about his father's untimely passing but that wasn't
first and foremost on his mind - he would be expected to take over the forge
thus denying him a chance to pursue his passion for sausage-making. His
mother would need provided for so what options was he left with? He decided
shortly thereafter to enlist in the local militia to earn his living as a
mercenary. This would certainly give him more flexibility than running the
forge, take the jobs he wanted and turn down the rest. And with that
flexibility he could pursue his true passion.
After learning the basics of combat he began taking on jobs as they were
offered. Between jobs he would still make a point to drop by the butcher
for a meaty conversation. It was enough to scratch his itch. He committed
himself to never compromising on his values in order earn his living. But
life in Serin is not that simple. After a particularly rough stretch with
few jobs, Dwiggans was offered a job paying a year's compensation. But
there was a catch - kill an innocent livestock farmer to eliminate his
client's competition. He knew this went against every honest bone in his
body. But the prospect of a year's wealth was too great. He carried out
the mission with ease, slaying the innocent farmer as he slept, and that was
the night everything changed.
The very next day he learned the farmer was the butcher's brother who
provided all the meat he prepared for his living. It wasn't long before the
butcher closed up shop because he lost his supplier. Dwiggans couldn't
sleep. He couldn't eat. He wouldn't dare accept the commission. Bearing
the weight of what he'd done was too much. To dull the pain he took to the
firebreather just as his father had. He lost contact with his mother who
must be worried sick or worse. To put it simply, he was lost.
After months of downward spiral, a member of the paladin guild found him.
Dirty, disheveled, out of money, out of luck. The paladin spent a few weeks
helping Dwiggans get back on his feet. He gave him some money, found him
some honest work, and offered him guidance. The paladin accepted nothing in
return, as adamant as Dwiggans was, and simply told him what he saw was a
dwarf in need and helped him as he would help any other. Without so much as
a goodbye, the paladin continued on his travels never to be seen again.
Dwiggans was so moved by the warmth the paladin showed, he decided the only
way to repay such a debt would be joining the ranks of Serin's paladin
guild. At last he felt a sense of purpose, a feeling he welcomed. He could
right his wrongs of the past, in time. And one day, he could retire to
become the finest sausage-maker in all of Serin.
This is the hairiest dwarf you have ever laid eyes on. You notice tufts
of body hair protruding out from underneath his garb in several places. His
nose and cheeks appear red and swollen with a rough complexion and azure
eyes are accentuated by bushy, wiry brows. His reddish-brown hair is
cinched into a top knot and his burly, well-manicured beard spills out over
his barrel chest and down a rotund belly. The fragrance of sausage emanates
from his pores and his skin has a slight gleam to it that could be only one
thing...the meat sweats.
Logs mentioning Dwiggans:Mystiques mentioning Dwiggans:
Books mentioning Dwiggans:
- The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 6 : Cabal Affairs
- The Serin Mystique, Volume 15, Issue 6 : Gossip, News
- The Serin Mystique, Volume 16, Issue 1 : Odds&Ends, Poetry, Poetry Contest Winners, Adverts