Name: Huuthgar-Dwilguth Thunderstone.
Age: 90 years of age.
Pros: Almost none. Huuthgar has proven time and time again that he is of little worth to anyone. There are, however, a few things that he himself believe puts him up above the average dwarf. A complete disregard for dwarven superstition would be one of them. Huuthgar would not waste his time taking the many precautions against evil beings that others might, something which he considers a “ruddy waste o’ my time!”. It often gets him sour looks from other dwarves, but Huuthgar couldn’t care less.
Huuthgar’s lack of conviction usually implies that he would be bitter towards friends and family, but that is not the case. While usually apathetic and certainly not a silver tongued bard, Huuthgar possesses something of a warm charm which implies a meek friendliness, which contrasts heavily with the stereotypical dwarven aggression. One could imagine him getting along with the elves if he were more cultured.
Cons: A list as long as a dwarf’s beard. He lacks skills in combat. While he was trained in the art of a blade and axe like his brothers and sisters would have been, Huuthgar’s clumsy footwork and lack of grace proved that he was never going to be a master warrior, and he swiftly quit the practice. In fact, Huuthgar has failed to take to any of the skills that the dwarves take in high regard. He does not play an instrument like many dwarves, although he took up the flute for a brief period of time, nor can he sing, nor craft great weapons from a hunk of metal and a toothpick. Huuthgar believes that he has yet to find his true calling, and following a different path would be a waste of his untapped skill.
As if a lack of practical abilities were not enough, Huuthgar is possibly the laziest dwarf to have ever graced the tombs of the earth. He has almost no drive to do anything beyond eat, drink and sleep, three things which he consider to be his best and most practiced talents. When these are not satisfied, Huuthgar will complain like a small child with aching feet, bringing up his person “torture” every time he speaks. If he had any say in the matter, Huuthgar would be back home sleeping, rather than being dragged on this quest for glory.
Equipment: Unskilled in the art of combat, Huuthgar has been strapped up with the bare essentials. A light tunic covers his underside, a shade of darkened orange and trimmed with hazel, which is in turn covered by some light, grey leather which shields Huuthgar’s torso and shoulders. More leather wraps around his thighs, over the top of his cream cloth leggings. It is simple in design but is of good craft and a superb fit, adorned with some furs around the neck for comfort and warmth. In turn, thick boots that reach to just below his knees help trekking across the rocky mountain paths, and are tipped with metal toe caps. When resting, Huuthgar will strip down most of his equipment to little but his tunic, cloth leggings and some soft leather straps.
Although Huuthgar has little skill with a weapon, only a fool would travel unarmed, even when surrounded by a band of skilled dwarven warriors. A small buckler is fastened around his right forearm made of firm oak wood and then covered in a layer of treated leather. It is, in turn, layered with thick metal studs to strengthen it. For the dwarf’s left hand, a simple short sword constructed of a dark grey steel is held in a sheath along his leather belt.
In many senses, Huuthgar has been designated the group’s pack mule, pockets covering his clothing and satchels and bags slung over his shoulder, containing sleeping bags, food, water skins and every other travelling essential. Most of them don’t even belong to him, but the others are often slugging around their armour and weapons.