Torbo

Born in Urguan, Torbo's parents were always devout followers of the Brathmordakin, because of this Torbo was instilled with a great amount of pride being one of Yemekar's perfect creations and stayed a devout follower, honoring his beliefs with unquestionable faith. One moment that shocked him to his very core was the death of his grandfather who, at a young age he saw leave the world of the living with a look of terror staring directly at his grandson. During his youth he was always taught to be kind to his fellow peers no matter what, because of this he found himself being picked on during his youth until one day he snapped and beat the head of the bullies bloody, he returned home black and blue all over but most importantly, addicted to this feeling of strength. Despite his parents attempts to keep him safe inside the walls of the kingdom they always found him exploring the outskirts, driven by some inexplicable curiosity for foreign powers. Despite these otherworldly curiosities he never overstepped with his elders knowing his time would eventually come and the power he so desperately desired would be his. Second to his lust for power and gold his second favorite thing is a good roast suckling pig prepared by his darling mother, to which he would drop everything just to be the first one at the table. His prized possessions are his iron lock coin box which jingles as he waddles down the streets along with his little hammer gifted to him by his parents in his infancy. Despite his cheerful outer demeanor he always struggled to make any meaningful connections always being relegated to just a friendly face (by dwarven standards). However despite this friendly demeanor he was always extremely cold when referring to those beneath him, be it maybe because of the disgust he felt towards weakness.

Born in Urguan, Torbo's parents were always devout followers of the Brathmordakin, because of this Torbo was instilled with a great amount of pride being one of Yemekar's perfect creations and stayed a devout follower, honoring his beliefs with unquestionable faith. One moment that shocked him to his very core was the death of his grandfather who, at a young age he saw leave the world of the living with a look of terror staring directly at his grandson. During his youth he was always taught to be kind to his fellow peers no matter what, because of this he found himself being picked on during his youth until one day he snapped and beat the head of the bullies bloody, he returned home black and blue all over but most importantly, addicted to this feeling of strength. Despite his parents attempts to keep him safe inside the walls of the kingdom they always found him exploring the outskirts, driven by some inexplicable curiosity for foreign powers. Despite these otherworldly curiosities he never overstepped with his elders knowing his time would eventually come and the power he so desperately desired would be his. Second to his lust for power and gold his second favorite thing is a good roast suckling pig prepared by his darling mother, to which he would drop everything just to be the first one at the table. His prized possessions are his iron lock coin box which jingles as he waddles down the streets along with his little hammer gifted to him by his parents in his infancy. Despite his cheerful outer demeanor he always struggled to make any meaningful connections always being relegated to just a friendly face (by dwarven standards). However despite this friendly demeanor he was always extremely cold when referring to those beneath him, be it maybe because of the disgust he felt towards weakness.

Born in Urguan, Torbos parents were always devout followers of Yemekar they were always welcomed as good simple dwedmar. Despite his parents attempts to keep him safe inside the walls of the kingdom they always found him exploring the outskirts, driven by some inexplicable curiosity for foreign powers he claimed to sense. Despite these otherworldly curiosities he never overstepped with his elders knowing his time would eventually come and the power he so desperately desired would be his. Second to his lust for power and gold his second favorite thing is a good roast suckling pig prepared by his darling mother, to which he would drop everything just to be the first one at the table. His prized possessions are his iron lock coin box which jingles as he waddles down the streets along with his little hammer gifted to him by his parents in his infancy. Despite his cheerful outer demeanor he always struggled to make any meaningful connections always being relegated to just a friendly face (by dwarven standards). However despite this friendly demeanor he was always extremely cold when referring to those beneath him, maybe because of his aversion to weakness.