3. Zoltar Biggrin

Zoltar Biggrin

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    PC Name: Zoltar Biggrin

    Zoltar Biggrin had seen many seasons. Though under the ground in his clan's mines, it was hard to tell one season from the next. The only way of doing that was from getting word from those few clan members lucky enough to have had the chance to become merchants and salesmen for the clan.

    Life was hard for the tough dwarves that did the grunt work for the clan. Every day, they went about the same tasks with typical dwarven precision. Mine and haul, mine and haul. That was the way of life for Zoltar.

    But it only bothered him little that he was never able to get out to explore the world. Over and over he tried to convince himself of that. But when the opportunity came for him to finally get out to see the open air, he jumped at it. Being one of the elders in the mines, he was going to be greatly missed for his skill in the tunnels, but it did not matter to him. His chance came and he took it.

    So Zoltar became a merchant for his clan. He sold the clan's wares to the local villages and communities in the area. He was not a particularly good salesman by any means, but the skill and craftsmanship with which his goods were made sold themselves.

    On his trips to different villages, he'd often take his time, exploring a bit of his suroundings as he went. He ran into a few stray goblins and orcs, but these were too scared seeing a dwarf as an opponent and quickly ran off. But on one fateful day, Zoltar would not have that luck.

    An ambush. Zoltar saw it just as he stepped into it. He did all he could to defend himself from the dozen or so goblins that surrounded him, but eventually he felt himself weakening while the goblins worked in ungoblin-like unison to tire him out. Suddenly a goblin at his back barreled into him. Thinking it meant to try taking him down, Zoltar quickly altered his axe swing so that his followthrough would help push the thing aside. To his satisfaction, the creature did not even move, for in turning with the swing of his axe, he saw it had an arrow through its skull.

    Quickly another goblin fell, but as this one fell, Zoltar felt the burning smash to the back of his head as a goblin club took him in his blind side. Thinking he was dead, the dwarf muttered a quick prayer to Moradin as he lost conciousness.

    He awoke to the smell of cooking meat and a throbbing head ache. As he pushed himself to a sitting position, the world began to spin, but he shook it off and continued to sit up, looking around. Crouched by a fire, tending to a wild boar on a spit, was an elf. He learned that the elf, Lormir, had heard the sounds of battle and came upon the dwarf holding off the goblins. The elven ranger could not fend against the blow that felled Zoltar, but was able to avenge it by slaughtering the remaining goblins.

    Zoltar was unconcious for almost two full days, he was told. He was thankful to Lormir for saving his life and nursing him to recovery and offered anything to the elf. The elf said he was on a journey to an elven establishment in a region called Narfell. Zoltar offered to escort the elf there for payment. Though the elf refused, Zoltar would have none of it.

    So eventually after much travel, Zoltar found himself in a village called Norwick…........


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