Ghreghrar Kreshverak
Posted: Wed Mar 01, 2006 1:03 amName: Ghreghrar Kreshverak, of clan Thoringun
Race: Dwarf
Gender: male
Age: 57
Class: Specialist Mage
Occupation: Blacksmith
Weapon: Hammer (Lochar, his masterpiece)
Description: Tolerated among the other races for his skill as a metal worker, Ghreghrar is respected by the dwarves for his artistry . His magical specialty is strengthening pieces he has worked on. He has an odd pacifistic streak and thus a dislike of making weapons. Once past his frightening apearance and gruff manner, he's quite a nice guy. He left his home to search for the Hammer of his ancestor, Brogund, that was used to forge Verak da'Nolim.
Sample RP:
Ghreghrar looked up from his forge as the door swung open. After a few more blows of hammer, he plunged the piece into the bucket of water and walked over towards his customer. The young page looked about in awe, and perhaps a bit of fear.
"My lady desires to know when her order will be finished?" he stammered nervously.
"I said it would be done on the morrow, and so it shall be. You can come back then." He turned back towards the forge.
"She... she bid me beg a look at it that I might tell her how it goes."
"Humph. Very well then."
Ghreghrar took a small piece off the shelf and handed it to the page. The boy held it as tenderly as an egg.
"It's beautiful!" he exclaimed and he turned it about in the light. The broach was mostly of iron, yet so fine that it was not overly heavy. A few bits of well places silver brought out the leaf pattern.
Ghreghrar took it from the boy's outstretched hand with a grunt and continued with his work.
Race: Dwarf
Gender: male
Age: 57
Class: Specialist Mage
Occupation: Blacksmith
Weapon: Hammer (Lochar, his masterpiece)
Description: Tolerated among the other races for his skill as a metal worker, Ghreghrar is respected by the dwarves for his artistry . His magical specialty is strengthening pieces he has worked on. He has an odd pacifistic streak and thus a dislike of making weapons. Once past his frightening apearance and gruff manner, he's quite a nice guy. He left his home to search for the Hammer of his ancestor, Brogund, that was used to forge Verak da'Nolim.
Sample RP:
Ghreghrar looked up from his forge as the door swung open. After a few more blows of hammer, he plunged the piece into the bucket of water and walked over towards his customer. The young page looked about in awe, and perhaps a bit of fear.
"My lady desires to know when her order will be finished?" he stammered nervously.
"I said it would be done on the morrow, and so it shall be. You can come back then." He turned back towards the forge.
"She... she bid me beg a look at it that I might tell her how it goes."
"Humph. Very well then."
Ghreghrar took a small piece off the shelf and handed it to the page. The boy held it as tenderly as an egg.
"It's beautiful!" he exclaimed and he turned it about in the light. The broach was mostly of iron, yet so fine that it was not overly heavy. A few bits of well places silver brought out the leaf pattern.
Ghreghrar took it from the boy's outstretched hand with a grunt and continued with his work.