Frankfort Rockbottoms
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PC name: Frankfort RockbottomsFrankfort Rockbottoms has lead a fairly boring life. Already into his 350th year, the old white-haired and white-bearded Gold Dwarf has yet to take down his first orc. His life has been one of seclusion, living with his clan deep in the Smoking Mountains to the far south. Occasionally he had been lucky enough to join trading caravans to elven and human settlements near his home. But those trade routes were well established and well guarded, with nearly no resistance from marauders or thieves. Only one time had he ever even seen but a single goblin and that foul creature only happened to be crossing an open meadow on the far side of a ravine, well out of reach of any weapons Frankfort's caravan had. The ignorant little creatured never even knew they were there, it just scuttled its way across the meadow and was lost to the shadows on the far side.
In the recent past though, Frankfort began getting restless. It had started when he crossed paths with a human traveler who visited his clan. The man sold books, and it seemed he had a never ending supply of them. From history to fiction, from folklore to legend, he had nearly any story a dwarf could want. So Frankfort bought one of the man's books. It told tales of heros galiantly slaying dragons and worse monsters to save princesses, queens and even countries. Frankfort became more and more restless the more he read. He began wanting so see more of the world if only to find out if dragons and other evil monsters even existed.
So it was that one day he left his home in the Smoking Mountains and began travelling north. He hooked up with a caravan heading up the Road of Dust to Unthalass. There he found passage as a deck hand on a ship that was heading north up the Alamber Sea. This was the longest and least liked part of his trip. He spent weeks aboard the ship, being tossed and turned, but he did his duties and earned his stay aboard the vessle. It was none too soon and with quite a bit of joy that he left the ship when they landed in Bezantur, a port in southern Thay.
He journied north and west through Thay along various roads and treading lightly for he had heard rumors of the Red Wizards while aboard the ship. It was in Thay, though, that he first discovered his inate abilities with magic. It started with copying a simple trick that he saw a traveling companion use at night to write entries to his journals. The man could conjour light to help him see in the dark. After many nights of failed attempts, Frankfort's dwarven stubborness paid off and he was able to imitate his companion's work, even if his light didnt last nearly as long.
Eventually he found his way to Telflamm, a port city on the Easting Reach of the Sea of Falling Stars. He hopped a few shiprides north through the cities of Nith, Uthmpre, and finally ended up in Ilmwatch. From there he headed even further north and west until he finally came to Trails End. There he had a choice. Was he to go just a bit north to Heliogabalus? Or was he to take the Long Road east to the Narfell Region.
It just so happened that a trade caravan was heading to Narfell at that time. Frankfort made the choice to see Narfell. Was this the right choice for the traveling Gold Dwarf? Time has yet to tell…
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Hey no worries mate, thanks for updating you original post.
Reviewed, XP Pending!
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Whoops, original post updated.
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Can you post you nwn login and you character full name, please?
Thank you!
