Gimval Boarstead
Race: Shield DwarfClass: Ranger6/Fighter12/Tempest5/Dwarven Defender7
Colors: Red & Green
Favored Weapons: Two Hand Axes and several Throwing Axes
Armor: Chainmail or Full Plate, prefers a Mithirial Breastplate
Profession: Slayer
Goal: To kill monsters until glorious death
Sayings: "Um, you gonna ett dhat?"
History:
Grimval grew up more on the sides of mountains than in them. His clan the Boarsteads where not a large bunch nor of any ruling class, more so farmers and masons, but still of hearty and proud fighting stock.
Often belittled for their outside ways the Boarsteads had one advantage over the other clans, their deadly War Boars. Some of the elder Boarsteads could act as a heavy Calvary unit, riding their boars into battle to great effect. But most never rode boars, but instead armored them, sharpened their tusks or attach metal tips to them and fight alongside the boars on the battle field.
Gimval himself started his life as a farm lad, emerging from the east Tillgate each morning to meet the rising sun. Like all lads he loved the family legends of heroes and often pretended he was one when he sent to search for boarlets whom had somehow mischievously escaped their pens during the night.
Gimval's natural affinity for the dark pine mountain forests assisted him many times to locate far wandering boarlets on so many occasions he was asked to scout for a small Dwarven war party escorting a young dwarven noble. During one of their encounters Gimval's fighting spirit and deadly light woodsmen axe saved the life of the young noble, but in so also shamed the noble's bodyguard, Ovili Werurt.
A shame that turned ugly over the next few years and spawned a clan rivalry between the Boarsteads and Werurts.
Gimval's fighting skills and natural knack for being outside the caves garnered him some respect and position amongst those dwarves tasked with trade and travel. Unfortunately as such things are, Gimval became arrogant and self possessed with his growing skills, leading to a ongoing dispute between his clan and the Werurt clan.
On a fateful eve, Gimval was appointed watch, but led away by word of a passing dwarf whom mentioned dire insults being levied in a local dwarven tavernhole. During his absence the clan Boarstead was destroyed by an unknown rival... though Gimval harbors his own suspicions.
In dishonor and overwhelming grief Gimval shaved his head in the Slayer fashion, cast of his house colors, took up his Hand Axes, drove himself from his mountain community and into the wilds in search of retribution and honorable death through glorious combat.
