03-21-2020, 09:10 PM
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Name: Dun Task
Age: 41
Race: Essharian
Brief Message To The Reader: No matter how difficult things become, maintain your resolve and you'll grow stronger for it.
Brief Origin & Highlight of your Greatest adventure: I was born in Sudsbury's slums a whoreson, impoverished and abused, and through brute determination I rose to become the commander of the city watch. Yet, Osrona became a cage for me in time, and my hollow mantle brought me no savor, so I adorned the mantle of a clown and seized Theria for my own. Fight by fight, protege by protege, until the jewel upon the mountain was my frozen throne.
But my greatest adventure was not in this realm, but the other one. In the depths of Helheim Theria's boldest marched, fists and blades raised to raze a daemonic forgemaster's hovel and seize his treasure for our own. There, in that infernal hive of depravity, blind and battered, we carved through hordes of foul creatures not as heroes, not as paragons of virtue, but as ruthless, economically motivated killers who were there to get a job done. And so the hammer of Helheim sits in Theria's vaults, and the demons know better still than to mock a clown.
Name: Dun Task
Age: 41
Race: Essharian
Brief Message To The Reader: No matter how difficult things become, maintain your resolve and you'll grow stronger for it.
Brief Origin & Highlight of your Greatest adventure: I was born in Sudsbury's slums a whoreson, impoverished and abused, and through brute determination I rose to become the commander of the city watch. Yet, Osrona became a cage for me in time, and my hollow mantle brought me no savor, so I adorned the mantle of a clown and seized Theria for my own. Fight by fight, protege by protege, until the jewel upon the mountain was my frozen throne.
But my greatest adventure was not in this realm, but the other one. In the depths of Helheim Theria's boldest marched, fists and blades raised to raze a daemonic forgemaster's hovel and seize his treasure for our own. There, in that infernal hive of depravity, blind and battered, we carved through hordes of foul creatures not as heroes, not as paragons of virtue, but as ruthless, economically motivated killers who were there to get a job done. And so the hammer of Helheim sits in Theria's vaults, and the demons know better still than to mock a clown.