Dwarf Warden Forgeborn


Bald, Tattooed, and built in a forge.
Hide armor that never comes clean even with the best soap.
A heavy steel shield that look like it wants to soar through the air.
A cloak that looks as though it has been in many battles and used as as many bandages.
A hammer encrusted in ice.
Inside all of this lives a Dwarf angry at the World, his People, and his Maker.
He has made few friends and more enemies.
As a warden he makes attempts to make peace with the churning elemental disease that has been infused within his flesh, bones, and soul.



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