The dwarven warrior of legend died protecting his friends and protecting all of Martapa. This dwarven man, near 300 years in his prime, was a special breed of dwarf. He had been selected to protect the last ancient elven princess. He did so to the best of his ability, helping to return the ancient elves to the world of the living.
He stood four foot tall, barrel chested, with a thick, black beard streaked with grey. He preferred chainmail, for it was lighter yet capable of protection. His flint grey eyes were beneath a sloped brow and sat on either side of a bulbous nose. He was gruff but cared deeply for his charge and his friends. A statue stands in the dwarven capital in his honor.
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