Gimron Krakkhammer, a dwarf of the esteemed Krakkhammer family was once a blacksmith in a small town. He spent his entire life working for his father as an apprentice blacksmith where he supplied weapons and armour for the armies of Kal'Varoth but now provides for the public. Gimron leads a modest life with his wife, Kethlyn, who he recently married. Gimron works hard but blacksmithing is a competitive business so from time to time he will contract for anyone needing help and work to defeat what he is tasked. he is not scared to go into battle because his tools and armor which he made provides him with untruly confidence in battle. From time to time, Gimron also likes to play the lute which he is fairly proficient in.
Whilst on a journey to Rennatus with his family a couple of years ago, he met Eldon (a fellow dwarf) who showed him around the city. Eldon and Gimron became good friends but after an incident where the two were surrounded by a group of Uruk’s, Eldon was killed and ever since Gimron has gained a strong disliking to Uruks.
Character Name: Gimron Krakkhammer
Character Race: Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 48
Physical Description: Gimron Krakkhamer, a short dwarf has a face scarred with the burns from his past as a blacksmith. Pale skin, Brown beard, and a strong figure.
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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