“Some wait for the iron to get hot before they strike… I find I prefer to make it hot by striking.“
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Kartrak a male dwarf of about 30 cycles. He was still a child when the Wyrvon Mines shut down. He remembers very little, only that his father lies somewhere behind that boarded up entrance. He has made several attempts form a search party and retrieve the fathers and husbands who remain lost but those who remember what actually happened have managed to convince him that is it better that they just rest in there, and that they would rest no where should Kartrak die trying to retrieve their bones. But there is something in the blood of the dwarven man that must see his kin to the grave… and Kartrak finds peace only with a hammer in his hand banging on molten metal. He only carries the tradition of the Smitehammer clan to this day… with no family left behind him and no kin yet born to him, he still wears the mantle with great pride.
Level: Zero
Life: 4
Defense: 3
Magic: 0
Martial: 3
Skills: Physique, Crafting