Durthen Morgrin: LFG

My faith in Rhigl Farbellows has long since proven itself. The story is as follows.

Growing up a lone human child in dwarven halls taught me many lessons. First amongst them:

You have to be in the spotlight for the right reasons!

But back to that in a moment. The dwarves have taught me honor and devotion, yet I see they suffer constantly under the viscious onslaught of the Abyssals. It is not their honor nor devotion alone which preserves their way of life from the evils of those creatures. It is their strength at arms. The might of the war hammer and the glory of battle.

I go out there to fight against injustice. To stop the horrors I've seen. I'll be honest, those Abyssals are not so great. And look what's happening above ground these days! Those short-lived funny little elves all prancing about with their death mumbo jumbo and mutter-shmutter. At least the knights of Deverenia have true strength at arms.. but the glory's all been had in that land. And they're not terribly nice either. And the Nothrogs, well, I've seen their way of life too and man do they have some rock solid abs! But they just don't know how to stop with the killing and cruelty.

Really, the dwarves were right to ally with these human tribes. They need all the help they can get -- and they don't mistreat their kids, abandoning them and leaving them all alone to ... grumble grumble ... my point here is that this is a nation worth saving. A challenge just asking for someone to come along and lend a sword. Or a hammer. Or a hammer and shield. A shield with spikes -- these really shiny spikes that were worth every ounce of gold. The light just gleams off the spikes and highlights my biceps, which by the way are absolutely screaming -- this breastplate (of the finest, shiniest dwarven mythril) -- leaves just the right amount of bare arm for the ladies to admire and the foes to, well, shiver in fear over and all that.

Anywas, my point is that it's clear this rag-tag nation needs a little help. And here I am. It doesn't hurt that I've gained a wee bit of notoriety along the way. And it doesn't hurt that I am no longer viewed as that frail human that the damn dwarves could not bring their honorable selves to admit they disdained with his weak vision and his... okay, on topic now Durthy. Stay on topic. These abovelands are where I will make my mark.

Ah now, the topic is Righl Farbellows. Now that is an honorable dwarf. The finest wrestler in all of Larisnar, or I'll have you face me right now in any form of combat you choose (except that pansy mumbo jumbo blasty froo-froo from a distance crap!). That man taught be about discipline! Err, that dwarf I mean. That was a dwarf worthy of being a man! Yes! You heard me.

It's too bad I didn't shape up as a wrestler. But I learned a few things from Righl, I did.

1) Practice. Practice with your warhammer. Practice with your shield. Sit ups. Push ups. Push downs. I do 65 sets of Push Sideways every morning before my Wheaties(TM) -- my favorite dwarven breakfast travel ration, courtesy of Mikhal of Jhordan Hall. Great Dwarf. But recognize that my devotion to my skills at arms have lead me to unparalled feats of trained might! There isn't a moment you won't catch me working out. Ahem, I have a pocket set of hand weights, in case you're wondering what that bulge is and where my hands are...

2) Strength, Speed, and Power. My body is a finely tuned instrument which is tuned finely as an instrument. It is my body that swings my hammer, my body that aims the blow. It's my body that fights for me and it is my body I develop. In the body I trust. I also happen to oil it most mornings when I'm out there practicing -- rust is never, ever good!

3) Accolades are okay. There is no need to be humble! When you have spent years of your life training for one thing, it is only reasonable that you accept the fruits of your labor. Kord would have it no other way, Bless him and all that jazz.

So these are the lessons I learned from Rhigl Farbellows, in the earthen bowels deep beneath your feet. And this is why I prowl the overlands, defending this human empire in it's glorious conflict with the evil nations of whatever. And this is why I have come to the city of Merrick.

I will be known.*

-Durthen Morgrin

*(and I kinda wanna save the children. but don't you dare tell anybody.)

Description: If you can't tell, Durthen is covered in shiny (but pretty light) armor, is draped with weaponry and bulging muscles, and stands out in a crowd. If you find a crowd he doesn't stand out in, you'll find Durthen in the nearest store shopping for neon green silk. He occaisionally evinces dwarven mannerisms but won't readily admit it.

Mechanics: Smashy smashy. Bashy bashy. He leaps, he ducks, he grunts, he kills. He also can be had for only 6 easy installments of 19 platinum (shipping and handling for only 6 blue diamonds of at least 5,000gp each, or 2 bars of ferengi latinum)!