Bhalgolir Macanhis I

King Bhalgolir Macanhis (a.k.a. The Macanhic, Lich Slayer, Tyrant Usurper, Hero of Boutra)

Physical Description

General Physical Condition

Fit
Short
Healthy but worn

Body Features

Bhalgolir was a short but stocky Dwarf Artificer.
Due to his experience as a blacksmith and his quest to save his country, Bhalgolir was quite muscular, he always kept himself in top shape either through working his trade or doing regular exercises with his party.

Oh there goes good ol' Bhalgolir again to the training grounds, built like an ox and as tough as rocks.
That's cause he used to live in em you fucking knobhead.

— Unknown and Unknown

Bhalgolir had many scars across his entire body but there was one that stuck out from the rest, it rans diagonally down his torso starting from the chest and went all the way down to his ribs. But this particular scar wasn't any regular old scar, it was induced by a strike from a weapon imbued with dark, necrotic energy that turned the scar into a dark festering wound that looked as if someone had taken some black paint and ran it across his torso.
But the look of it wasn't the most unsettling part of the scar, no, it was the fact that the scar occasionally throbbed like some cursed heart sitting directly on his chest.

I remember there was one night where Bhalgolir and his party came back to the tavern from one of their many quests as they always did, but this time was different.
They had went to one of the many strongholds of Vhognus' army to slay one of his warlords and capture the area for the resistance and they were quite successful but this warlord was not so easily beaten, he fought back to his last accursed breath, injuring most of the party with Bhalgolir taking the brunt of the damage.
It was told that, with his last strike the warlord had channeled his remaining energy into his weapon to unleash an unholy strike against Bhalgolir nearly killing him on the spot.
When they came back to the tavern, they arrived bloody and beaten, out of breath as if they had ran a marathon but Bhalgolir looked the worst. He was nearly unconcious and could barely stand let alone walk. His clothing and armour, soiled with blood and torn in many placed but the worst of his injuries was the scar he gained across his chest. It looked as if it was imbued, no, cursed with a touch of death itself, it throbbed like the heart of a vile monster.

— Old Man Fulthor Mordoth

Mental characteristics

Personal history

June 12th, 808 AE

Born in the town of Boutra, a small town somewhere in the SouthWest region of Vhognia, Bhalgolir a young Dwarf who became a blacksmith after learning the trade from his father, Mhalbolir, was hammering away at what was going to become a longsword, at some point at least.
Bhalgolir hammered the red hot steel against the anvil continuously, sparks flying each time he did. The work was hard and slow but he didn't mind, he was happy serving his community like this and although taxes were high and he was sometimes forced to make weapons and armour for the vile tyrant, Vhognus, he did his job with the utmost pride and happiness.

His job put him in a position where he was greatly respected by his peers within the community and in a position where, if needed, he could lead a rebellion against the evil force that ruled the land or at least supply them with armaments as he always kept and made many weapons hidden throughout his shop and stored away for possible future use.

As he hammered the metal he suddenly heard an explosion right as his hammer connected with the steel, startling him for a moment before he realized that the sound came from outside. He stopped hammering and held his head high trying to listen for more noises and to make sure he wasn't just hearing things. As he held his head up to listen he heard the sounds of what can only be described as a massacre, women and children screaming, men yelling and barking orders, horses stomping their hooves and neighing, swords clashing and slicing through flesh, spells being cast followed quickly by the sounds of even more explosions.
Bhalgolir quickly abandoned his smithing project and collect his weapons and tools, making for his home that was thankfully away from all the horrendous sounds.

Education

Learned to smith from his father, Mhalbolir.
Learned how to use magic and tinker by studying in a small library of Ioun in the city of Kawawawaki and from the various spellcasters that often visited the library.

Employment

Former king of Macanhia.
Former blacksmith.

Accomplishments & Achievements

Slayed the lich tyrant, Lord Vhognus, that ruled over Vhognia (now known as Macanhia).
Lead a small group of adventurers all through Vhognia to disrupt Lord Vhognus' evil plans and to save the commonfolk.
Became known as one of the greatest tinkerers and blacksmiths on Xalvion.
Became the king of what is now known as Macanhia, and restored peace throughout the country during his time as king.
Renamed the capital of Macanhia after his former hometown to honor all the lives lost in its destruction.

Failures & Embarrassments

Failed to stop the destruction of his home town, Boutra.

Mental Trauma

Watched his hometown be burned to the ground by the forces of Vhognus.

Morality & Philosophy

After being driven from his home, Bhalgolir eventually found himself in the city of Kawawawaki having heard of a great library where he could seek knowledge, both to better himself and perhaps find out how to defeat Vhognus or at least die trying.
While he was there he learnt of Ioun, the Goddess of knowledge, prophecy and skill, and a patron of the study of magic and mental power.
As the library was actually one of her temples there was much information about her throughout the building.
As he learnt more about her from various books and the Keepers of Knowledge who ran the library, he began to connect with her and became a devout follower of hers and took an oath to use what he has learned to help the people of Macanhia and to spread his knowledge as much as possible on his quest to defeat Vhognus.

By Ioun's mind, I swear to use my knowledge to help those that have been beaten down and broken by that vile fiend, I will spread what I have learned throughout the lands so that no one shall be left ignorant of his evildoings.

— Bhalgolir Macanhis I

In his early days of travel after running from his home, the only thing Bhalgolir had with him was his sword, his smithing tools, and the clothes on his back which while better than what many people had still left him hungry forcing him to do less than savoury acts just to survive.
But, Bhalgolir wasn't a common thief nor was he an evil man, and he always made sure to repay those who he affected with his actions whether it be through manual labour. using his smithing skills to make them a tool that they've needed for a long time or even just paying them back with what he had previously taken once he found a way to procure it.

I will always help and repay those who have helped me, even those who helped me unwillingly.

— Bhalgolir Macanhis I

Sometimes we are forced do deeds that our mothers would have our heads for, and although many would find that idea appalling, I personally do not find anything wrong with it as long as what is being done is not being done out of malice but out of necessity.
Would you punish or find appalling a common beggar child for stealing but a single apple to feed his starving family?
Would you jail an adventurer for planning a rebellion and overthrowing a mad ruler who cares more about his wealth than his people? If so, then I'm sorry but we cannot be friends.

— Bhalgolir Macanhis I

Species

Dwarf

Date of Birth

12th of June, 738 AE

Life

738 AE 1128 AE 390 years old

Pronouns

He/Him

Gender

Male

Eyes

Dark brown

Hair

Short, black, swept back

Skin Tone/Pigmentation

Fair

Height

4'9"

Weight

150 lbs

Known Languages

Common
Dwarvish