Ivar is a short stout dwarf originating from the Stormheart clan hailing from Kal’Varoth. His background is one of a stone mason and a soldier (more of a conscript). Like most dwarfs he was a builder helping to craft great work’s brick by brick stone by stone. He know’s patience and what it takes to make a beautiful landscape glimmer and shine bright to the eye.
Ivar’s family of Thee siblings and parents were quite close knit. When he turned 20 and became of age he was sent to the local guild to learn a trait consisting of mining up until he reached a higher status and became a mason. This was quite the achievement and took about Twenty years to achieve bringing honor to the stormheart clan. His siblings (Enthow & Jathum )more or less had the same experience with One joining the Guard and another becoming a member of the clergy. Ivar was left for-filled by his accomplishment and dedication.
When Ivar became of age (40) he serves with the Mountain guard. This involved a year of physical training as well as learning how to use and wear Armour and weapons effectively. He’s by no means a well experienced “swordsman” but believes it’s every dwarfs duty to carry the mantel of they're race with axe and shield!
Since his time passed in the Army he’s now gone on to venture further from home in search of something more. After all 50 years of being above and bellow ground even with the finest of architecture to look at can often leave one longing for adventure.
Ivar is also as most dwarfs are, an experienced miner. Born underground he knew the cold but fervent embrace of a good cave however given Kal’Varoth location he wasn’t completely isolated to the dark all his life.
After the three month war Ivar is wary of dangers to traveling dwarfs but is not letting it sway his decision to venture out from his city
Ivar’s overall goal is to venture the lands with what little gold he has. See the surface and get some perspective on life. He still feel’s compelled to do more for his people given he didn’t participate in the three month war.
Ivar stands with his hands at his side fixating his pack of belongings on his slightly hunched over back. His eyes search the well-dressed gentleman’s stance looking over his expression with a coughed breath of air. He state’s firmly in a gruff tone “Welcome hm-..Not much of a welcome where’s the feast if this is a welcome!” He continues to try to walk past the gentleman and be on his way clearly wanting nothing more to do with him.
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