Reizmunli Mineforge learned his craft from a young age. Much like his Mountain Dwarf brethren he learned all there was needed to help support his home hold such as mining and blacksmithing. He was found to be proficient in smithing swords and axes for the Dwarven warbands in times of war. Reizmunli Mineforge's downfall is his inability to understand abstract ideas. He sees things as they are. For example, a poet might say "The sky is like an Irises.", Ruizmunli Mineforge would not be able to understand that idea. To him, the sky is blue, water is wet and flowers smell funny.
Reizmunli Mineforge was relatively well known in his local area for producing good quality tools and axes. He made a fair bit of money and lived a comfortable life under the guidance of his father and fellow smiths.
After he successfully understood the ideals of blacksmithing he set out in the world to found his own forge and smith shop. Sadly, due to the destruction of Axios his shop and livelihood had been ruined. He had fled to Atlas to form a new life and has struggled to find suitable companions to fufill his dream.
Character Name: Reizmunli Mineforge
Character Race: Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 110
Physical Description: Reizmunli Mineforge is surprisingly tall for a dwarf. He has several notable burns on his arms from working a forge for the long hours of the day.
Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
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"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…
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