Durkin IronAxe Zealot Barbarian

There are too many fatherless children out there and they need to be lead to be better warriors and daughters that need to be taught to love and nurture to heal and protect when threatened, in this harsh world.

Durkin Stonebreaker, a Dwarf born in the middle class. average in school nor good in sports. just a regular man, the thing that is unordinary about him is relentless. His story started in his late years of 350, in the mining core he was a man of few words, but his actions were the loudest. Especially when it came to offering help. He always tried his best to be a voice of reason or a helping hand. another thing was he had a particular affinity for children. people can attest that he was a father to everybody. a grump on the outside but when you at your lowest he was always they for you ready to pick you up. then the war happened this is where he was needed the most. promoted to be a squad leader in charge of a small unit to escort and protect artillery for a decisive battle. and on that day he was called Ironaxe. he calls them to fall in and gave them a speech.

Men, this is where we stand and fight, where every part of our training will come through. In life, obstacles are recurring don't stray from the path. there is only one path through life's obstacles, and that's through! Don't be scared and don't be proud, This is only another day at work and it's our job to protect these cannons and stop this horde. Treat it as you've done this and that you will do it again! I will take each and every one of you home, and I'll watch you're back as you watch mine. As we have all through this time. Put your time in and face life with no regret!

After the speech, the dwarves formed their ranks. Shields shoulder to shoulder, staring at the horde. the ground quake and a big clash boomed, followed by a whirl of blades and shields. blood fumes stank and the war's fog was thick. it was a chaotic choir of battle cries. On the left flank, a dwarf took a blow to the rib, left him breathless and vulnerable, a death blow followed. crack! a war-hammer crushes but through a shield. Durkin managed to block, but it destroyed the lower half. with the new sharp edges, Durkin pierced the orcs knee breaking it backward, the orc fell. guttural scream fades crimson drooled from the neck. laughter disturb the fight, all eye we're at the war boss. it held the youngest recruits by the crown of his head, a dull emerald stares at Durkin. The war boss provoked, as his large fingers squeezed the dwarves head. the dwarf fought then dangled as blood started to leak from the boy's head. Durkin broke, anger swelled a roar froze spines. The big orc dropped the dwarf and ran toward his opponent. Durkin picked the dead orc's axe and charges his opponent. as they came closer, the war boss swung his brutish two-handed axe, iron chipped axe now stuck. with the momentum gained, killing whirlwind dents the orc's bracer, a cut oozes. a boot meets Durkin's chest, dust blew backward. a battle axe flew at Durkin's with only seconds bread shorter. it sinks to the ground, war boss charged with his monstrous fist, blow for blow too fast for the dwarf. durkin launches his head forward catching it, pain crippled in orc hand. ruby drips from Durkin's head. He threw both axes down and balls his fist up and ran towards the orc. like a steam train, a shoulder buried on the orc's stomach as a foot coiled around the orc. it was a scramble, An elbow to the temple and hammer fist rained the orcs head made a crater. victory Durkin raises his hand. got off the body with led feet, his men didn't look well. behind him, the war boss slow rose. looking at Durkin, cocky face, now bloodthirsty, The orc palmed a rock, ran towards Drukin, in seconds the orc threw it and sprinted to his war axe, reflex covers durkin's face, the orc bashed his shoulder dropping durkin. Durkin rose quickly as possible but to his demise, the orc boss was closing the gap and swung top-down aiming for Durkin's body. Drunkin rolled forward dodging the blow. As he rolled a kick snaps tendons now eye to eye, the neck vulnerable as the orc cried he jammed his arm to the orc's windpipe leaving the orc gasping and incapacitated. Durkin looked for both is tools, the axe he lodged it to its neck leaving it there, then with his pickaxe broke skull more crimson dripped from the end. as all the dwarves started to cheer giving them the push they needed as this happened a rifle volley fired, reinforcements finally came through. finishing the battle at the hill

That is when he got the name Ironaxe.

A Tragic Trial

It was a regular day, like any other. life in the hills had its downfall, their daughter Elly was sick and needed medical attention. Durkin prepared to find a doctor in the undercity. its a half days travel, Elly had to wait a day until the doctor would get to her in the early morning. he sees his wife sleeping next to Elly. He changed, Elly's headwrap then planted a kiss on his child's red cheek, and took a blanket, and covered his wife. He kissed her forehead making sure to not wake her and sent them a silent wave goodbye. stepping out the door headed to the city. The morning air was cold and it got thinner as he climbed to the mountain to the entrance of the city. It felt like days, looking for a doctor could help him out. he heard of a new doctor in a small clinic, hidden from the main streets.The young, Doctor Tali said he is new and is willing to travel. he felt sorry for Durkin, and has heard of stories of the brave Ironaxe. out of the mountain, there was something wrong Durkin couldn't put his finger on it but something in the air was off. He and the doctor traveled the afternoon, trying to beat the dark so travel is safe they moved at a brisk pace. as they come over the hill a horrific site lies before them. a broken in-door. Durkin hesitated, and in that second a dark creature ran out and into the wood, Blood, trailed it crawled in all fours, head to tail covered with scales. its massive jowl opened sharp and jagged teeth. an eye with a fresh deep cut. This was his killer. Durkin ran inside what he saw after, sends chills to any dwarf. It was his beloved wife, curled axe in hand. Her back torn, claws but not from any animal he has seen. The sight made him boil, tears came. underneath his wife. Is his daughter, soaked in blood. It seems she was bitten and clawed, her frail form looked like there no sign of struggle. the house had signs of a fight. the main floor was disheveled you see a man, broken. kneeling next to his dead family in his arms. He sat them up and hugged the lifeless bodies and wept. A cry that pierced any one's heart that could hear, he cried louder as has he brought them tighter. He muttered his last word for his family and with heart of stone, he stood. and took steps towards the doctor. He asked him to help him prepare their body for a ceremony and told him he was going to track this thing and come back with its head. the doctor replied with a no, please it's the middle of the night. you're not in the shape to fight whatever it was. He took his old pickaxe and the hatchet his wife had. and followed the tracks, of the wounded thing.

The blood trail, though not fresh was noticeable. it dragged its claw limping. heading deep in the forest, and it the size of a human. tree's with deep claw dug, Durkin followed and went deeper, the forest got denser fatigue set in, the track led to tedious terrain almost losing it, shaky breath Durkin meets curious cave lit from the inside. signs of people he thought. muscles tight, lungs crying He entered each step methodical but the next one gave. now rolling on cold jagged rocks inches away from death, a pike made of stone. limping through this wet damped forsaken place. finally the end, forgotten ruins and a temple outside, two towering hooded statues loomed over the stairway. ignoring his pain he made his way inside, finding a shrine. It was an amphitheater, in the middle, a cavern. glowing menacing green while purple hazed engulf space. figures skittered around him in the shadows. he readied. pickaxe in one and hatchet in the other. The room changed, Durkin heard loud growling noises followed by something leaping from the shadow. He saw the attack, it was some grueling imp an unknown to this world. he didn't care, molten rock flowed through he rages! sprinting towards the creature but ambushed by his friend's two creatures? possibly more coming from the glowing carven in the middle of the shrine. Distracted, an imp pounced, sulfur and decay smelled from its mouth, inches away from teeth. it gnawed the hatchet's handle. Durkin shoved the imp and swung his pickaxe, in tandem piercing the creature in the side. an audible crunch echoed, making the imp cry in pain. "it bleeds" Durkin said with newfound strength, a hatchet flew. It was hurt to dodge landing on the Imp's face. Its friend scared, ran back into the shadows. from the cavern comes the creature came. It was Durkin's time, this was revenge for taking his family. he wanted it dead as the monster ran to Durkin, he raised his pickaxe swung with all of his might, it connected but its hide was hard then a tail connects lanching him and the pickaxe slid Durkin struggles to recover. the monster crawled closer. Whipping its tail, provoking. defiant durkin faced this hellspawn, forgoing all care embracing death. he ripped his shirt and wrapped his hands. he ran towards it at full speed this time he was ready, seeing a tail coming. he jumped landing on its creature's back. With his shirt pried under the monster's snout leading it, side to side. a battle of will started, The monster bucked and reared but Durkin stood strong. blood rushed his grip started to lose. a snap! he broke the monster's jaw. This monster howled, Durkin was launched next to the hatchet his wife fought with. he held and looked at it. said thanks to his wife and child for helping him. he'll see him soon. He raised his hatchet and ran towards his fight one last time. The monster, charged. As he always had in life, he braced charging his shoulder into the monster's jowl, The monster replied, turned its head saving its footing, jagged knives closed into Durkin's shoulder. Deep gashes sunk in, blood started to spurt out. Durkin yelled back in tears, pulling the monster towards him every fiber of his muscle tightening in pain with each tooth in his sinew durkin cried more. But the monster didn't ease. Durkin dragged, an opening showed Memories of his family flashed before his eyes, His daughter's birth, hearing her cry and hugging his wife after. His small secluded wedding exchanging vows. seeing his wife for the first time talking with her till morning. all his trainees fighting for the dwarven core, and the families he sent condolences to after the orc siege. the triumph against the war boss saving everybody in Undercity. He was already mid-swing fueled by fury. Durkin's knuckles turned white his muscle burned, he's gassed, whole body wished for relief. But he swung at the other creature's eye. blinding it, now the creature reared up to its back legs covering its face, exposing its stomach. Durkin with one last cry threw his axe square on the creature's chest. it sunk deep. the creature stunned. Durkin's step harder than the next breathing heavily, pushed and ran followed by a leap. using his momentum and rode the axe down splitting the monster's stomach in half. stuck his hands in the monster's new cavity pulling it apart. bones cracking, muscle torn, and blood sprayed his face. shot a hand and he ripped the monster's spine. The monster fell, so did Durkin. his vision blurred, as he fell to the floor he mouthed the word "Peace". a figure walked or crawled towards him. but the darkness took him. It was cold, lonely, empty but He got his revenge.

The Return

Durkin woke up in a different place. a doctor's office in the underground city. His body wrapped in the bandages, getting up from his bed. Pain surge through his body grabbing the doctor's attention. "ohh your up!? I can't believe it! but, here you are with the living. I found you bloodied and unconscious. before another word was said, tears dropped down Durkin's cheeks, "Why are you crying Ironaxe?" the doctor asked. Durkin "because doctor, I was prepared to see my family. but fate said no." During the weeks of hospice the doctor tried to convince Durkin that it was okay and be thankful that he is still living. Durkin ignored, denying all the comments. As his body healed, his mind wandered into dark places. The day of his released, he paid and went his way without another word. The following months, we're brutal. He drank, fought at underground brawls, and sobbed. an empty shell of a man. looking for anything that will get rid of the feeling of loss. when he runs out of money he goes looking for mercenary work, waiting for the job that leads him to his family. Some say that he is seen, guiding lost and neglected kids and dropping bags of gold in front of orphanages. now current stories of the Ironaxe are never clear now. He is only remembered, by the actions that he does.

DURKIN