From the cavern of dwarves, Khazadul, In childhood, he took up a hammer and banged some metal and knew his passion. This blacksmith explores the land selling weaponry, and crushing those who annoy him. He was at a war with a black drake, and lost his left arm to the dragon. After this battle dreaded his life, he went from jolly to full of greed and anger. He became wanted after he reached his 100's and is on the run. Long after He became an ally of the dark elves and hunted with them until, they attempted to take his life, but he killed the elf who tried and now none more is known about him.
Character Name: Grom Ten-Helm
Character Race: Cave Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 130
Physical Description: A stout dwarf with a long beard, sweeping the ground. Many hammers and axes are on him, as well as dark black iron armor, covering his face partially.
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?”
((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"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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