Farmigeddon

My name is Dalgodir Algontath. I am a 4’7”, 268 year old, white, blue eyed Mountain Dwarf that lives in Kal’Varoth. I am an unseasoned adventurer, never have gone out of the city too much besides simple errands. Although I do not get too much adventure, I do have a small bit of upper muscle worked up, but not too much on the legs. I do not get along too well with other races besides other dwarves, especially with Goblins. Nasty little fellers. I have an average length of brown hair, with a short and fuzzy beard. I do not have a very good sense of smell, a trait that I was stuck with at birth. I am not evil, and tend to lean towards what I feel is the greater good. Born into Kal’Varoth by Rantono and Falwa’an Algontath, I have grown up with a simple life of mining and lumber cutting. I perform small errands for my higher-ups not too often, but enough that I get out and see the outside of the Under-Realm of Urguan a bit. At least I no longer live with my parents. When I was 136, I happened to fall off a precipice of a mountain that I was climbing, injuring my lower left leg badly, so I’m not too fond of heights, either. I tend to eat more fruits than usual, but at the same time I will also have some type of fish with every meal excluding breakfast. I wear the same grey vest every day, and I’m quite proud of what I’ve been through with it. I also have a high sense of humor, making quite a few jokes when working or doing anything otherwise.