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Name: Brugner Brightaxe
Race: Dwarf
Dispostion: Selfish and Self serving
Physical Description: Short and stocky. A small mound of muscle and attitude. A bread running to his waist in an intricate braid. All of his hair is a bright firey red. His small coal colored eyes shine with intelligence.
Mini-Bio: A dwarf who chose to leave his mountain dwellings to make his forture as a mercenary. Harsh and rude he is very concieted
Weapons: Double headed War axe and two throwing axes on his belt
Additional Equipment: A dented and scratched breast plat and a chain mail suit.
Misc: A back pack with the usual assortment of adventuring gear...rope, rations, flint and tender.

Favorite Quote: Theres a thin line between bravery and stupidity, I keep a foot firmly planted on both sides.

The room was musty and smoke filled. THje stench or fear weighed heavily in the air. Brugner walked slowly into the common room of the Inn. Looking over the myriad of tables he saw the uneasiness that deluded the spirits of all the inhabitants of the town.
The fall of Falls Dale had shaken these people. The tales of rape and pillage brought by the few surviors grew and were embellished with each telling until a commong goblin was a rampaging Dragon of mythic proportions. In reality. the towns palisade would likely hold back any offesive move by the goblinoid horde approaching.
Brugner approached the bar and began to inquire about wear he could hire on as a sell sword when the door to the tavern open and in stepped a Human girl, with hair as red as his beard and extremely pale skin. He felt she was definately one to watch........

The human girl in the black cloak came up to the bar and obvious look of disdain on her face at the press of humanity inside the inn. Brugner looked up at her and examined her pale features. The clothing she wore wasn't cheap but it wasn't exactly top of the line either.
Her staff on the other hand, it was a work of art. Brugner had seen many magnificent weapons and enough magic to know that there was power in this staff. The intertwining of the wood as well as the crystal at the top were all signs of magnificent crafting. It also said another thing.
This girl was a magic user.
If there was one thing the dwarf hated, it was magic. It was much to unpredictable and much much to dangerous to its users. The dwarf always loved the embrace of the polished hardwood grips on his axes. The cold steel always gave him the same results. It could split the head of a goblin the same way every time.
Bong Bong Bong

The dwarf jumped as the tolls of a bell rang throughout the city. the bell could only mean one thing...the enemy was on its way. The dwarfs suspicions were confirmed as he saw the men at arms grapping weapons and armor and running out of the tavern. Not one to miss out on a chance top crack some jaw the dwarf hastily threw down his last steel coin on the bar and headed for the barracks. Surely they could use an extra hand....

Eager for some action the dwarf followed the militia men towards a large wooden build. The milling mass of soldiers showed that the building was serving as a command post. By the looks of it, it would serve better as a stable.
Approaching a man wearing a helmet with a crest of horse, which the dwarf took as a sign of status, the dwarf walked up to him and demanded in a voice that grated like gravel,
"Wheres a warrior sign up fer killin' round here?'
The officer looked down on the dwarf with a sneer, "We haven't seen your kind around for a while runt."
The dwarf turned and drew the axe that hung from his belt and spun, hitting the officers kneecap with the flat of his blade. A loud crack ensued as the kneecap shattered and the officer fel to the ground writhing in pain. The dwarf turned and glared at the crowd of armed men.
"Now whos gonna so me to the man in charge around here!'
A man wearing a similar crested helmet stepped into the dwarfs range of vision.
"I don't need anyon e incapacitating my officers, more so with a battle ensuing. I am Captain Guurda, who are you and what do you want?"
"What I want is your gold, as well as a few little green bastards ears for my belt. Do I make myself clear?"
"Very master Dwarf. I am sure we can find a place on the walls for a warrior of your....stature"
Drawing his axe up for a throw Brugner felt a stely grip around his wrist.
"Hold you fire for the greenskins brother."
Turning Brugner found before his eyes an ancient dwarf. His bread and hair gone nearly white, but the steely eyes and corded muscles were as well as ever. Happy to see one of his kind but a little confused, the officer had said none of his kind had been seen for a while.
"Who are ye and whats yer clan?" Blurted Brugner curious to hear about this strange new dwarf.
"My names Duren, of clan Thunderhammer. The clan sent some twenty of us ter discourage the greenskins from coming any closer to our operations in the nearby foothills.
That made sense, Brugner had heard that there was a clan of dwarfs mining for gold and silver nearby. Drawing himself up a little Brugner slammed his hand into his chest as was custom among dwarfs to render respect to elders, " I am Brugner of the clan Brightaxe."
As the introduction was made a commotion drew the dwarfs attention. It seemed that a young human was making a report to Capitan Guurda.
"Sir, The goblins have been spotted on the road. They are nearly here."
Guurda dismissed the young man and began to order all the men to thier respective positions for the defense of the town. Pointing to the dwarfs he said,
"We have enough men to cover the town, you will stay here and and act as a flying reserve. Your job is to fill any holes that may show up in the defense."
The elderly dwarf stood to and snapped his hand up,' Aye sir, we won't dissapoint ye."
Satisfied the captain turned and left. Duren tuned and with a glint of trouble in his eye said,
'Now Brugner, you know we can't let them humans have all the fun, what you say we go open the gates for our guest and have a little party?
Smiling gleefully Brugner turned and said 'Ye have a grand little idear there, lets go have party.'
They both turned ant trotted for the main gates of the town, twenty other short stouit figures joingin them along the way until the small horde of dwarves reached the front gates. With a hand signal to the others in his company Duren told them to take care of the humans manning the gate.
Less than 30 seconds later the dwarfs were pulling comatose hum,ns from the positons. The dwarfs lfted the heavy wooden pole from the gate and opened it only to find a group of five dumbfuonded goblins looking up at them. With a great cry of "Thunderhammer" and a lone "Brightaxe!!!" the dwarves descended on the goblins like a horde or ravenous wolves.
As the goblins were killed the dwarfs found themselves surrounded by a large group of warg riders.
Brugner glancing over at his bretheren smiled and yelled
"lets git dis party started!!' And with that hurled him self at the nearest rider and set to his bloody work.....

Pulling his axe from the bloody mess that was a moment ago the head of a warg. Looking around it was hard to tell which side was winning. He saw four blocks of dwarves wheeling around the entrance to the town turning it into a killing ground. Suddenly the largest warg and rider burst from the side and landed on a block of dwarves, the javelin held in the riders hand impaled a dwarve and scattered the other.
Gathering himself Brugner let out a feral yell and charged the wargrider. His axe high above his head he leaped in to the air and swung with a mighty fury his clan name ringing on the wind "BRIGHTAXXXXXEE' His axe impacted the riders head witha mighty thud, causing the helmet to implode and blood and gore to ooze from the eyeslits.
On the ground brugner tried to pull his axe from the crushjed skull of the goblin but couldn't free his weapon. The goblins mount turned and seized brugner with its mighty jaws lifting him in the air.......

Seeing the human girl hop up on the wargs back and dispatch it with a bladed staff and a curved sword. As he fell from its jaws he tumbled and fell on the ground. Pulling his handaxes from his belt he began to lay about him. drawing goblin blood with a renewed vigor.
He had been ready to kill the warg when it had bit him, his chain mail was more than a match for the things mangy rotted out teeth. The girl had just saved him the trouble of getting blood on his armor. The dwarfs were beginning to gain the upper hand. He saw goblins being surrounded and slaughtered wholesale.
As the last goblin was killed the dwarfs gathered the wounded, only two but both were critical injuries. Two dwarfs left to escort the injured back to the first aid station.
The eighteen remaining dwarves closed the gates and barred them. After climbing the watch tower a dwarf yelled down that the battle had subsided and the remains of the goblins were retreating.There looked to be a few hundred of the little green bastards
The dwarves looked at each other, the same thing was going through all of their minds....'Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?'
As one they threw the bar of the gate to the ground and rushed out toward the goblin retreat.....

The blood dripped from his axe. He yanked it from the particularly largish goblins head. The body of the goblin was covered in strange tattoos that swirled and turned. The greenskin was wearing little clothing and carried a crude club, nothing more than a sharpened stone fastened to the end of a stick really.
Standing straight Brugner wiped the blade of his axe on the grass to clean the gore and blood from it. As he looked around he saw the other dwarves finishing the opponents that were matching up with them. The goblin retreat had been a disorganized and jumbled affair. This was one of the only reasons that had allowed the relatively small group of dwarves to cause so much damage to the retreating elements.
What surprised Brugner was that there had been no hobs or bugbears. Usually the goblins didn't gather in the numbers they had seen without the supervision or influence of one of the stronger smarter creatures. Oh well, it didn't matter now he thought as he looked around the fields at the dead goblins around. He had managed to salvage a very healthy amount of gold from the dead bodies of the goblins.
Turning Brugner saw Duren approaching, his hammer and breastplate covered in gore, a huge smile visible under his bearded face. Brugner's visage mimicked that of his companion. They both enjoyed battle, as did the whole of the dwarven race, there was only one thing the dwarves enjoyed more was hitting a pure vein of ore.
The two dwarves turned of surveyed the carnage they had wreaked upon the enemy.
"The little green bastards never knew what hit them." Said Brugner softly gazing out over the battle field.
‘Reminds me of the days when I was your age, but alas, by old bones are growing too weak to continue swingin this hammer and smashing green skulls.'
‘That I doubt you turned those little green spawn back like you were hitting nails. You have a lot more fight left in ye old timer.' Said Brugner with a hint of respect in his voice.
'Well there come a time wh-"
Brugner felt a grip on his shoulder, turning he saw a bloody spear point protruding from Durens stomach. The spear point was black and barbed, the haft a blacked iron staff. It was held by a burly goblinoid, standing well over six feet tall, with little hair on his body and tribal tattoos covering him from head to toe.
Brugner swung his axe out and around lodging it in the creature’s leg. Leaving it there he grabbed his two hand axes and threw them, lodging the weapons in the burly chest of the creature. His attacks cause little more than an irritated twitch in the creatures face.
Flabbergasted Brugner watched as the creature lifted duren over its head and tossed him from the spear, Durens body falling seemingly lifeless to the ground a dozen paces away. Looking around for a weapon, Brugner spotted Durens hammer, grabbing it and rolling through the creatures legs he turned and swung with all of his might, dislodging the knee cap of the creature and bring it to the ground.
Brugner was on his feet in a flash. Standing above the creatures head he raised the hammer above his head. Invoking the names of his races deities he brought the hammer down on the things head, crushing the skull and causing the face of the creature to collapse in on itself.
By this time the other dwarves of Durens clan had arrived on the scene hacking the creature to a bloody pulp. The dwarves then gathered around the body of the elderly dwarf. Durens lips began to move almost imperceptable words coming forth.
A younger dwarf, a member of Durens family by the looks of him, knelt by and listened to the words of his grandfather. As the last words were uttered the dwarfs’ life faded away. Taken by the winds of time to sit in the halls of his ancestors and never face the tortures of mortal life again.
Durens Grandson stood, and an almost painful look on his face,
"My grandfather wished his hammer to go to, Brugner of clan Brightaxe, He also wished that in reward for his courage and valor shown he be made an honorable member of clan Thunderhammer."
The other Dwarfs looked on in awe, to receive the hammer of an elder was an honor of the highest order, and to be made a member of another clan, that was almost unheard of.
Again Durens Grandson spoke,
'We all know that all clan members present must agree are there any objections?'
The dwarfs of clan Thunderhammer looked at each other, none wanting to go against the dying words of their elder. After a few moments of silence Durens grandson made the speech.

"Brugner Brightaxe, Do you accept the honorary title of Thunderhammer, and all of the duties that are taken on by that title, namely to protect and assist any member of the clan in need to the best of your ability and to always show courage and valor in the face of an Enemy? DO you accept the Hammer that has been passed to you?'

Lifting the hammer and looking at the filigree and intricate carving of a thunderstorm of the hammers head, he then looked up at the crowd and nodded. "I do accept these responsibilities and will carry on the name of Duren and his clan, always upholding the honor and valor set forth by that name.

The dwarves sat and sang and drank, occasionally sending on or two of the younger members to town for another keg of mead of ale. Tales of adventure of loss great victories and horrendous losses were told that night. Another story was added to the vast repository of the dwarves that night. The story of the life of Duren Thunderhammer.

Satisfied that they had given proper praise to the spirit of Duren the dwarfs gathered up the body of the elderly dwarf and headed back for the town, the sun raising in the distance cast a golden hue over the bloody field of battle, a golden hue that signaled A New Dawn...