OldGuard57

Hjoldir was just like any other dwarf like most dwarven families he worked in the mines of the deep and work he did for most of his life he was digging and bringing minerals up to the surface for his people however the job of a miner can be a tedious and boring one and unlike alot of his kin he decided to become an adventurer and strike out and make his own destiny in the world. Up until this point his life was very rough in the mines the occasional fighting with those creatures of the deep left him scarred and warred like most of his people but unlike them he felt the longing to leave the mountain and journey else where and explore the world. He Would speak with the local lord of his hold and before long he would be all ready to set out on his own He wasn't special and his parents were not dead he was going to make his own story from here on out as just a simple miner making his way in the world. He hopes that one day he will be a great dwarf of his people and bring riches and glory on his family hold but for now he leaves them and sets out on his own.

Character Name: Hjoldir

Character Race: Mountain Dwarf

Character Gender: Male

Character Age: 150

Physical Description: Hjoldir is an orange haired and tough scarred dwarf from his many life battles. He has brown eyes and large arms like most dwarves he is a stoic one.

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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