Fearless leader of the Wolves of Sundabar. Loyal, devout follower of Moradin and the Hammers of Moradin.

Born from a simple family of miners, my mother and my father were married a short time before I came along with my twin brother, Cativo. My father, Drugan, and my mother, Lestia, lived near Everlund and were tragically killed by a cave-in when my brother and I were around 2. We were raised in the Orphanage of Moradin. I always needed less attention than Cativo. He was happy for attention while I tried to avoid it. Even though there were other dwarves, Cativo and I mainly stuck together and I didn’t have many other friends. When we were around 9, Cativo was adopted and moved away with his new family. He said he would write but I never heard from him again. When I was around 19, I got mixed up with a band of 3 adventurers as they were looking for another member to loot some old barrows. I tagged along with the leader, Morkin, along with his lackeys, brothers Fundal and Mindal. We made it to the highlands just outside of town when we were attacked by a trio of wandering kobolds. We managed to take down 2 before Morkin and the brothers fell. I was faced with a bloodied kobold. I was backing away when I tripped over a root sticking up. As the kobold charged, I raised my sword, closed my eyes and prayed, waiting for the end. After what seemed like a lifetime, I finally opened my eyes and saw the dead kobold at my feet. My sword impaled in it’s chest. That's when I heard the voice in my head. It was the most strong, commanding voice I have ever heard. The voice simply said, "I have need for you!" Somehow, I knew it was the voice of Moradin.
From that point on, I dedicated myself to his teachings. I would study his writings, read anything I could of the great Hammers of Moradin, practice in the open fields and dream of becoming one of the Great Hammers.

Age

47

Gender

Male

Eyes

Deep Red

Hair

Dark Brown

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Tanned

Height

5’-3”

Weight

218 lbs