A member of the Lost Clan, Dorian joined the Mercenaries' Guild Lodge in Drakkar to find honest work and has been helping his Orkish friend Tog drum it up ever since. Quick to point out the dangers of the open road and quicker to show off his Adamantine war hammer, Dorian is a fierce ally and fiercer enemy. Just don't ask him about his past.

Named after his charcoal colored beard which he grows out into huge mutton-chops and a very un-Khadra-like cross cropped beard, Dorian has long been a member of the Lost Clan orphaned in Azermathia.  Handy with any weapon, he prefers his double-headed warhammer carefully crafted with the finest Logan-mined Adamantine by his great-uncle.  And no - it is not why he left New Kharolin; that would be none of your bloody business.

 

Easy with a laugh and generally expecting the best of people, Dorian is constantly disappointed with the sourness of humanity in Azermathia.  All Khadra revere Kharl himself, their propensity for zealotry with Anderi boggles his mind, as well.  There are plenty of gods to go around, after all.

 

The past several years he has hooked up the Mercenaries' Guild in general and Tog Twin-Scars in particular, who is fine enough for an Ork, even if he needs to learn a big s out the finer arts of persuasiveness when holding the upper hand.

Gender

Male

Eyes

Brown

Hair

Black, Fuzzy, with Huge Muttonchops

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Dark and Leathery

Height

4 ft. 3 in.

Weight

125 lb.