He wishes to combine the expertise and technology of the Star-breakers and the Storm-breakers to produce some of the mightiest mining and smelting halls ever produced by dwarven hand. This would increase productivity and the efficiency at which ores are collected and processed. Linking the giant steam engines of the ship under the commanded of the Storm-breakers and the forging prowess of the Star-breaks in a aliens that will push their mines and minds in to a new age, to go down in history. He has been train in the identification of ores and there various uses and properties depending on the process conducted to produce them, as well as, been train in some of the engineering processes for making the vast boilers and the cylinders for the pistons.
For this he had to leave his mountain home be hide, only to return to a smouldering shadow with chard bodies littering the land around and the once lavish halls of his forefathers. Torn by apart inside he fled to start anew and in remembrance of those he had lost and give help to those who ask for it.
Character Name: Torhan Vavilov
Character Race: Mountain Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Physical Description: 4 foot 2 dark haired dwarf with a mid length twin platted beard. often seen with a steel and leather apron adorned with tools and pockets.
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.))
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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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