Meet the PC's
Arten FireEyes, Priestess of Moradin
Arten FireEyes:
Age: 124
Height - 4'1''
Weight - 160 lbs
Hair: Fiery Red double braids
Eyes - Jade Green with a gold twinkle
Alignment - Lawful Good
Deity - Moradin
Arten FireEye, daughter to Magda Coppereye and Dorn Firebeard grew up in the mountainous region of Dun Morogh. Her early years of life were much like they are for any young dwarf, and she was raised to revere Moradin as her family had always done. The first decades of Arten’s life were spent in simple monastic service, and she found her spirituality to be deeply fulfilling. Arten has traveled the world lending her services wherever needed. Arten never married as she believes that her services should be to the greater good, and believes men to be too much of a distraction to her cause, although she has been courted by many dwarven men she has met along her path.
Arten stand’s 4’1’’ and has jade green eyes and fiery red hair that refuses to grey with her age. As a lawful good cleric she despises lies and untruth, but is slow to open up to others until she is sure of their character. Arten enjoys her prayer time and has recently been practicing her scribe work hoping to improve her scroll making.
Arten is now in her late adulthood and is considered by many in her clan as a great teacher of the divine way. She was recently asked to join other members of her clan on a journey to take care of a great evil for the Mayor of Barovia. Arten jumped at the chance to join her fellow dwarves and use her divine powers to eradicate this evil.
Jarl IronFist
Jarl Ironfist:
Age: 74
Hight - 3'10"
Weight - 175lbs.
Hair/beard - clean shaven
Eyes - Ice Blue with gold flecks
Alignment - Lawful Good
Deity - Moradin
Fighting Style - The way of the Stone
Background - Long ago the Boulderfist clan aided in building a monastery for a group of traveling human monks. The monks were grateful for the aid of the Boulderfists, but had little to give in return for their services. In exchange for their help, the monks offered totrain any of the young adults of the clan who wished to learn their ways. Although only a few of the clan chose to partake in the lessons, much knowledge was gained. Amazingly the dwarves were well suited to the monastic lifestyle, and many stayed with the monastery past the lifetimes of the original masters. Eventually the dwarves thanked their human hosts and most returned home (with the exception of a few Grand Masters who remained behind to teach. Most of the dwarves still missed their mountain home, and they returned to build a small monastery inside the Boulderfist compound. For centuries now, the Boulderfist monks have created their own fighting style called The Way of the Stone. Their training consists of many techniques suited for both open area and tunnel fighting. Theirs is an art heavy in the use of punches, elbows, knees, head butts, flying kicks and grappling. Because of their rigorous training techniques (especially hardening their fists by punching steel plates) all dwarven monks are known as "Ironfist." The Ironfist monks mingle with their brethren on a regular basis unlike most monks. They are often sent along on deep mining missions to scout ahead and lend aid to the miners in fights with the denizens of the deep. Their particularly brutal close quarter techniques include incapacitating blows to the groin (just a straight punch against most foes) or blows to the knees (a straight kick). They are a well appreciated asset to the Boulderfist clan, which naturally explains why their good hearted jests about fighting "as Moradin intended" is ignored by their heavily armed and armored brethren.
Jarl Ironfist is young by dwarven standards. Just barely an adult, he has advanced quickly past the initiate level of his training and is expected to be a master before much longer. He is soft spoken and humble, but he is no pushover (as his bruised sparring partners can attest to).
Random
Random
Age - 24
Hieght - 6’
Weight - 260
Alignment - Lawful Good
Deity - Palor
The story of Random starts on a stormy winter night in a small but cozy keep called Haverthold. A great and mighty warrior, renowned for his battle skills and strength, along with a cleric devoted with all his heart to Pelor, were having guests for the eve. As it were the night went a little long and much ale was drunk by the warrior Smash (for that was his name) and maybe a more than a little by the holy man Cassius. The guest for the evenings meal just happened to include the sister of Cassius (dont ask Cass bout his brother!) who was overwhelmed by the pure masculinity emulating from the mighty Smash. Well, one thing led to another and they shared a goblin slappin good time together. Cassius was not privy to this knowledge at the time, but he would not be in the dark for long (no pun intended). After the festivities Lashara (Cass's sis) returned to castle Wolfenstien and later found out that she was with child. Cassius returning home for a visit was surprised to find that Lashara was with child and relentlessly hounded her until she let the ball drop, it was Smash's child. Upon returning to Haverthold, Smash was informed of the "good" news and decided a great adventure was in order and left for parts unknown (he never had a very high will save). Smash did not return home, so lawful good Cass took his sister and Smash's son under his wing to teach the ways of Pelor. Cass named this child Random (after Smash's personality of course) and his holy training began. Many years passed and Random became very close and devoted to the god Pelor. Finally, one night, there was a great crashing in the keep kitchen, Cass and Random ran down to see what was amiss. There they found Smash trying to get a little kinky with the kitchen maid. Smash and Random were united at last. Random not having an unkind bone in his body, fully forgave Smash and they became fast friends. Random was takin with Smashes fighting style and started studying the fighting art himself. He became a blend of Cassius and Smash, a man lawful and holy, with a warrior style that has hard to match. Thus the three set out on an adventure to take care of a little lich problem that had been around for a few years (damn lich lord). After battling the vile undead Random decided to devote his life to the destruction of the undead at all costs.
Heike Von Bergdorf
Age: 26
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 165 lbs.
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Gray
Alignment: Lawful Good
Deity: Ehlonna
Heike von Bergdorf was given the name Olorin by his mother when he was born. The only child of his Elven mother, he was raised by her people in their small village. As a lad, he was often visited by his father, a human Ranger, and together they would visit his father’s boyhood home, the small crossroads village of Bergdorf. It was during one such visit when tragedy struck. In the night, a mob of ravenous ghouls and ghasts descended on the village, slaying and then devouring nearly all men, women and children they could find. Young Olorin was shaken to his very soul, and when his father returned the next morning, he found his son hiding in a root cellar.
Olorin had difficulty living with his mother’s people after the attack, and spent more and more time with his father becoming his apprentice in the Ranger’s craft. Before he reached adulthood, Olorin and his father managed to track down the pack of undead cannibals and avenge the death of their people. It was at this time that Olorin changed his name to Heike von Bergdorf, in honor of his slain kin. This act of vengeance served to bring some peace to young Heike’s soul, and he has pledged himself to relieve the land of the undead scourge in honor of the goddess Ehlonna.
However, young Heike can be a bit overzealous. He was nearly killed by a wight during one excursion with his father. As he recovered in his mother’s village, he began instruction in the wizardly arts under his maternal uncle. When his health was restored, he and his father recruited a band of adventurers and returned to the wight’s tomb, destroying it.
Heike von Bergdorf is a shy, reclusive type. This is certainly an after-effect of witnessing the murderous rampage that destroyed his father’s village. He feels a great sense of purpose in cleansing the land of the undead, and devotes much of his magical study to spells that will help him do so.