Throm is known for his fortitude in battle, often enduring multiple strikes when each one would down a normal man. Throm seeks what ever adventure will bring the most coin. Spending his gold on beer or ale, and turning to brewing his own when he can find no other. Being perhaps the last of his clan, he has taken the path of one the most fierce fighting style, the Berserker. Disregarding all armor, he uses the full power of frenzied fury and rage.
The Brokencliff clan once lived in a high fertile valley surrounded by sweeping shear mountain peaks. The ragged mountains got their name because their peaks were comprised of slate, a fragile volcanic rock that often shattered, sending boulders down the hillsides and occasionally produced dangerous landslides.
The hardy Dwarfs that chose to make this place their home were quickly given the name Brokencliff. For hundreds of years, great rock falls would rain down on the valley killing or wounding those unlucky enough to have built their homes in that those particular spots. For hundreds of years these tenacious Dwarfs would bury their dead, rebuild their homes, and replant their crops. Learning the best places to build, their village grew in odd shapes to a population of around 200.
The Great Fall, came on an early mourning before the sun had risen above the eastern peaks. Throm awoke to the sounds of hundreds of birds chirping, his bedroll wet with morning dew. He sat up, his muscles sore after a good hunting trip, he looked around at his friends Eloira and Sven and seeing nothing wrong he tried to lay back down. It was then that he noticed, the ground was rumbling, slowly at first but quickly turning violent beneath him. A lump formed in his throat, his stomach turned to knots as he understood what was happening. The three rushed home, abandoning the profits of their hunt, and practically sprinting the last 10 miles back to their home.
None of them was ready for what they saw as they climbed over the last ridge looking down into their homeland. The city of Brokencliff, home to hundreds of years of dwarven tradition, nearly 200 people and everything they knew and loved was completely covered in stone. For the last time, the Brokencliff people set to honoring their dead, but unlike so many times before, this time they would not rebuild.
Eloira decided to travel with Throm, while Sven couldn't emotionally handle seeing either of them, and decided to go off on his own.
Throm turned to fighting to manage his grief, tragedy fueled his rage and he quickly became one of the most notorious fighters in the Dwarven realm. Many Dwarven Clan pledges were given the task of going up against Throm merely surviving to prove their worth and be accepted into their respective clans. Over the course of a few years Throm became a household name, and even a legend to some.
During Throm's rise to notoriety, he had not taken any time to deal with his grief, instead using fighting to suppress it. The only thing keeping him semi-stable was the company of his best friend Eloira. Just when Throm thought he was at rock bottom, Eloira fell ill, and within a few days died. The final straw had been finally broken, and the notorious fighter turned to alcohol to drown out all of his remaining feelings. What had once been an escape, fighting simply became a means to gold, gold for drinking.
The Dwarven Konungr called upon Throm a few weeks after the death of Eloira, offering him a large sum of gold to represent the Dwarves in a council of Elders. The Konungr had heard the legends of Throm's feats, and had the utmost confidence that he could represent the dwarven people as the strongest dwarf alive.
The Brokencliff Dwarves
The Brokencliff clan once lived in a high fertile valley surrounded by sweeping shear mountain peaks. The ragged mountains got their name because their peaks were comprised of slate, a fragile volcanic rock that often shattered, sending boulders down the hillsides and occasionally produced dangerous landslides.
The hardy Dwarfs that chose to make this place their home were quickly given the name Brokencliff. For hundreds of years, great rock falls would rain down on the valley killing or wounding those unlucky enough to have built their homes in that those particular spots. For hundreds of years these tenacious Dwarfs would bury their dead, rebuild their homes, and replant their crops. Learning the best places to build, their village grew in odd shapes to a population of around 200.
The Great Fall
The Great Fall, came on an early mourning before the sun had risen above the eastern peaks. Throm awoke to the sounds of hundreds of birds chirping, his bedroll wet with morning dew. He sat up, his muscles sore after a good hunting trip, he looked around at his friends Eloira and Sven and seeing nothing wrong he tried to lay back down. It was then that he noticed, the ground was rumbling, slowly at first but quickly turning violent beneath him. A lump formed in his throat, his stomach turned to knots as he understood what was happening. The three rushed home, abandoning the profits of their hunt, and practically sprinting the last 10 miles back to their home.
None of them was ready for what they saw as they climbed over the last ridge looking down into their homeland. The city of Brokencliff, home to hundreds of years of dwarven tradition, nearly 200 people and everything they knew and loved was completely covered in stone. For the last time, the Brokencliff people set to honoring their dead, but unlike so many times before, this time they would not rebuild.
Tragedy
Eloira decided to travel with Throm, while Sven couldn't emotionally handle seeing either of them, and decided to go off on his own.
Throm turned to fighting to manage his grief, tragedy fueled his rage and he quickly became one of the most notorious fighters in the Dwarven realm. Many Dwarven Clan pledges were given the task of going up against Throm merely surviving to prove their worth and be accepted into their respective clans. Over the course of a few years Throm became a household name, and even a legend to some.
The Abyss
During Throm's rise to notoriety, he had not taken any time to deal with his grief, instead using fighting to suppress it. The only thing keeping him semi-stable was the company of his best friend Eloira. Just when Throm thought he was at rock bottom, Eloira fell ill, and within a few days died. The final straw had been finally broken, and the notorious fighter turned to alcohol to drown out all of his remaining feelings. What had once been an escape, fighting simply became a means to gold, gold for drinking.
Dwarven Elder
The Dwarven Konungr called upon Throm a few weeks after the death of Eloira, offering him a large sum of gold to represent the Dwarves in a council of Elders. The Konungr had heard the legends of Throm's feats, and had the utmost confidence that he could represent the dwarven people as the strongest dwarf alive.
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