Drawing By Suul, captured Dral wonderfully
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Dral Winterward
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Stone, metal, and fire is a dwarven countenance and body. Dral was born during the winter to a loving mother and father in the side of a mountain many years ago. In his youth Dral spent time alone helping with chores and keeping his mountainside home clean and running. His father Dolan Winterward was a kind a studious dwarf with thick glasses and a love for reading about magics and history. His father sported large white beard and hung magical armor in the main hall of their house as he would sit wrapped in a bearskin blanket next to a fire smoking a pipe and eating dried meats with a smile. Dral’s Mother was a homebody who made wonderful mutton and beef shanks with jovial smiles. Dral had a good childhood and was loved.
A long life and natural expiration of his mother’s life and was hard on his father. A burial near the secluded home included a headstone made from granite embossed with mithral lettering remembering her name. Feeling the emptiness of the house Dral’s father sent out to adventure in his old age to see the things married life kept him from. By now Dral was of age to take care of himself and was given the home to watch after and continue a life of reclusion. Dolan would send Letters back detailing his exploits in becoming A lieutenant of a clan Ironfaar and the wonderful sights of the big city of Baulder’s Gate. The letters always contained wisdom, happiness, and usually a useless bank notes as he had nowhere to claim the gold. Eventually wanting a life of his own Dral sought after his father and packed up his home sealing the door and making sure it would be untouched by anyone who did not already know its where abouts.
During his travels Dral took odd jobs hauling packages to and from wagons and as a general laborer. He spent months guarding a caravan which he would find later to be a very common job for people with armor and a weapon, which did not pay very well. Closer to Baulder’s Gate He spent time hauling steel ore from a quarry, which he hated. The work was long and hard, the conditions were terrible, and his face was always covered in smoot. Apparently, the visage of a dwarf somehow conjures the thought of mining.
Finally, Dral arrived to Baulder’s Gate and found that the Coast was not home. Dral set out to find his father using the information he had in the letters sent home by his father. Upon research and investigation he discovered that his Father fell to Druegar in a great battle of the ironfaar keep. Dral’s heart burning, he was lost on the coast with no family.
A short stent in the Kraak Helzaak honed his skills earned and earned him a quick path to becoming a King’s Guard. Dral passed the initiation rights and became a kings guard and an oathsworn to Dovkin Battlehammer.
Leaving Kraak under the good terms with the king he traveled to Nashkel where he learned his father helped build the walls. While there he spent many years guarding the town form the giants and eventually was a paid guard to the aurlite temple in ignorance of their group’s intentions. A steady home in Nashkel and finally starting to make way on a nest egg Dral spent the next few years becoming rich by most standards.
Now having money and seeking purpose with his life he decided to join the Northern Watch and this has become his most formative decision.
The disbandment of the Northern Watch drove Dral to start drinking, but his constitution would not allow him to find relief in drink.
In seeking to fill the void that was left he sought out fill he joined the Pheonix Company.
Valduil approached him and he was coaxed to house Vale
Master of Arms
Trying to avoid the mental anguish of another disbandment Dral is working to try and fill the void Osric left
// Work IN Progress
Stone, metal, and fire is a dwarven countenance and body. Dral was born during the winter to a loving mother and father in the side of a mountain many years ago. In his youth Dral spent time alone helping with chores and keeping his mountainside home clean and running. His father Dolan Winterward was a kind a studious dwarf with thick glasses and a love for reading about magics and history. His father sported large white beard and hung magical armor in the main hall of their house as he would sit wrapped in a bearskin blanket next to a fire smoking a pipe and eating dried meats with a smile. Dral’s Mother was a homebody who made wonderful mutton and beef shanks with jovial smiles. Dral had a good childhood and was loved.
A long life and natural expiration of his mother’s life and was hard on his father. A burial near the secluded home included a headstone made from granite embossed with mithral lettering remembering her name. Feeling the emptiness of the house Dral’s father sent out to adventure in his old age to see the things married life kept him from. By now Dral was of age to take care of himself and was given the home to watch after and continue a life of reclusion. Dolan would send Letters back detailing his exploits in becoming A lieutenant of a clan Ironfaar and the wonderful sights of the big city of Baulder’s Gate. The letters always contained wisdom, happiness, and usually a useless bank notes as he had nowhere to claim the gold. Eventually wanting a life of his own Dral sought after his father and packed up his home sealing the door and making sure it would be untouched by anyone who did not already know its where abouts.
During his travels Dral took odd jobs hauling packages to and from wagons and as a general laborer. He spent months guarding a caravan which he would find later to be a very common job for people with armor and a weapon, which did not pay very well. Closer to Baulder’s Gate He spent time hauling steel ore from a quarry, which he hated. The work was long and hard, the conditions were terrible, and his face was always covered in smoot. Apparently, the visage of a dwarf somehow conjures the thought of mining.
Finally, Dral arrived to Baulder’s Gate and found that the Coast was not home. Dral set out to find his father using the information he had in the letters sent home by his father. Upon research and investigation he discovered that his Father fell to Druegar in a great battle of the ironfaar keep. Dral’s heart burning, he was lost on the coast with no family.
A short stent in the Kraak Helzaak honed his skills earned and earned him a quick path to becoming a King’s Guard. Dral passed the initiation rights and became a kings guard and an oathsworn to Dovkin Battlehammer.
Leaving Kraak under the good terms with the king he traveled to Nashkel where he learned his father helped build the walls. While there he spent many years guarding the town form the giants and eventually was a paid guard to the aurlite temple in ignorance of their group’s intentions. A steady home in Nashkel and finally starting to make way on a nest egg Dral spent the next few years becoming rich by most standards.
Now having money and seeking purpose with his life he decided to join the Northern Watch and this has become his most formative decision.
The disbandment of the Northern Watch drove Dral to start drinking, but his constitution would not allow him to find relief in drink.
In seeking to fill the void that was left he sought out fill he joined the Pheonix Company.
Valduil approached him and he was coaxed to house Vale
Master of Arms
Trying to avoid the mental anguish of another disbandment Dral is working to try and fill the void Osric left
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Valduil Feralen (Northern Watch, House Vale) A long time friend and closest of allies this Elf has proven time and time again to be honorable and steadfast. Above all othe people he is held with the most regard. |
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| Suul(Northern Watch, House Vale) A very distant and volitile woman. While Dral tried his best to befriend the feral woman it proved most difficult. A falling out happened and the releationship seems to have a tear that will never be mended. |
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Bhor Stonecutter(Kraak Helzak) A true dwarf, stone grip and tighter bond on word. |
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| Azariah(House Vale) | ||||
| Osric Vale(House Vale) Slow and methodical Osirc is a steady force like slow moving water. Dral understands and appreciates his tact in court and with the goodly factions in the gate. He hopes his return will rejuvenate Vale and the halls will be abuzz with trade once more. |
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| Wren Di Covri(Northern Watch) Once very fond of the crass woman he is now very bitter. Dral feels abandoned by this woman to whom he looked up to for her determination and grit. After she left without word to some place with a despicable pirate he now feels angry at the thought of her. |
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