Only you can smother your Light so laugh often in the face of hardship and no Darkness will find your heart.
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Name: Hrothar Silvereye Alias: Sploody Origin: Spine of the World, Silverholme Birthdate: 1293 DR, 1 Hammer (1st of Deepwinter) Age: 65 Race: Shield Dwarf Sex: Male Deity: Morndinsamman Alignment: Lawful Good Class: Ranger Height: 5'2 Weight: 170lb Hair Color: Russet brown Eye Color: Pale blue Organisations: Engineers guild, Kraak Helzak Profession: Ranger, Engineer Leitmotif: Dancing in the Dark Home: Vagrant, Campsites: Trollclaws / The Gate |
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The middle child of the Eldest brother, Hrothar, has always blended into the background of the Silvereye Clan. A fondness for mechanical contraptions and a propensity to ask why things are the way they are, earned the young dwarf no end of sighs and scoldings. Without his father's depth of faith or his uncle's talent for Axework, Hrothar's formative years were spent cast into various professions with little success and numerous frustrated masters. Moving from carving to mining and eventually finding his stride as an apprentice engineer Hrothar developed a flare for nasty traps and cunningly placed secret doors. Working tirelessly through much of his thirties and forties, learning the ins and out of the craft, living from flickering inspiration to inspiration.
In his middle fifties, slowly being considered an adult among the clanhold Hrothar took up an apprenticeship with a visiting ranger of Marthammor Duin named Velok Brighthelm. Departing that spring with the intent to learn all about the world beyond and how to live in it. With a year's tutelage and warm wishes, Hrothar was left in the Savage Frontier to find his own way. Living day to day, trapping, hunting and paroling in the foothills along the River Mirar and The Crags.
Tough scrapes and rough spats with local monsters push the young ranger from his territory to new territory and usually on from there. Eventually, coming into his own near Citadel Adbar, working alongside the local interests to cull the ever encroaching Orc tides that lapped at the City's walls from season to season.
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