The Land of Forndeilum

[Ellri]

Welcome to the land of Forndeilum.
It is a land of great strife. Throughout its long history, there has been more war than peace. About forty years ago, a great natural cataclysm, brought on by Father Earth himself, brought an end to a thousand-year long time of general warfare. Tens of thousands perished in the span of a few weeks. Countless cities, ravaged by the war, were obliterated overnight.
The Elves blamed the Dwarves, The Dwarves blamed the Elves, and humans blamed each other. None of them dared to provoke Father Earth, so they all reluctantly agreed to a ceasefire. None of the nobles wanted peace, but it was rammed down their throats nonetheless.
Being of divine power, Father Earth did not truly comprehend the mortal species. The peace, being forced, was not bound to last. His children, the acid-spitting behemoths known commonly as dragons, claimed many locations throughout the world, sometimes enforcing the peace, but mostly spreading chaos.
You are a member of three main factions. You are either human, Dwarven or elven. Of late, tensions have been rising. Rulers of the various kingdoms have been salivating over their neighbors' territories and treasures. Some kings wish to redraw the borders. None dare yet engage in full-scale war, but border clashes between nobles' armed forces are frequent.


The nations and realms
The map. Due to size restrictions, it is stored off-site. Here.

Dwarves are like they typically are in any High Fantasy setting. Short of stature, strong and bearded. They are exceptional miners and smiths, as well as skilled close-combat warriors. Lethal with axes and hammers. [ out of universe: Think Dwarves like in the Hobbit ]

In the ancient days, Dwarven holds could be found throughout all the great mountains of the world. As the thousand-year war progressed, many were lost or abandoned. Near the end of the war, only six of their holds remained. When Father Earth forced his peace down the collective throats of the mortal species, four of these six were ruined. All the other ruins were filled up with magma, sealed away for all eternity. Dragons claimed some of the surviving ruins, trolls the others.

Dwarvenkind split in half, each forming a kingdom around one of the two surviving holds.
Grarsteinn Hold to the northeast and Salsteinn Hold at the southern edges of the Svartsal mountains, near the middle of the continent. (Yes, east and west switched places in this world. See the map.)
Being separated by great distance, the two Dwarven kingdoms do not interact often, occasionally trading, other times fighting over salvage from the few parts of the ruins accessible.

Dwarven society is clannish. Each clan specializes in one area of expertise, some being miners, others being smiths or artificers or traders. To humans, Dwarves are known to trade armors and weapons of superior make, as well as ores and gemstones. Once they have made a deal with a human, a dwarf will not go back on it, honor demands it be fulfilled.
That same honor has little to no meaning when it comes to elves. If you ask the average dwarf, the only good elf is a dead elf. Some extremist Dwarves are known to cook and eat elven flesh.

Life span: 210 years
Average Height: [male] 130cm (4' 4'') [female] 125cm (4' 2'')
Build: Can be lanky or thickly built. Most are bearded (including women).
Weapons of choice: Hammers and axes.
Favored food/drink: Meat and mead.

Elves are long-lived forest dwellers. They typically live in harmony with nature, building their cities to adapt to it, where dwarves and humans change the world to fit themselves. Fond of plant-based foods. The greatest archers in the world are elven.

After Father Earth's Peace, elves were left with three settlements intact, all outside their ancient homeland of Alfarheim. The three are spread far apart within the forest of Djupskogr, each controlling a sector of its own, subjugated under the elven king, whose location is secret to all but his closest companions. There is a small settlements of elves within the forest of Alfarheim, but it is not of any notable size yet.
With the peace, tens of thousands of elves perished. Being as long-lived as they are, they have not yet truly recovered from that loss.

In the ruins of their other settlements there are now countless packs of trolls, stone-based lifeforms who do not take kindly to elves, men or especially dwarves. The elven higher nobility all blame the dwarves for the loss of Alfarheim, though they are unwilling to say exactly how the dwarves are responsible.

Elven commoners don't have that much in common with the nobles. They are closer to nature for one, and they don't mistrust humans the same way. In the borderlands, crossbreeding with humans is common, having occurred long before Father Earth's peace. Halfbreeds (and similar) have a mix of traits from their parent species. Elven commoners do on the other hand hate dwarvenkind, though not on the same pathological level as the nobles.

Life span: 340 years
Average Height: [male] 157cm (5' 2'') [female] 150cm (5')
Build: Generally lanky and lean. Not overly tall. Pointed ears (about 9-10cm long)
Weapons of choice: Bows and arrows
Favored food/drink: Mostly greens, though they also eat fish and rarely some meat. Water and some wine.

The humans of Forndeilum are similar in most ways to the medieval humans of Earth. They are taller than elves/dwarves, but not as tall as earth's modern humans. They have professions natural to that time, many being farmers, blacksmiths and so forth.

Before the Peace, humans lived in virtually all the open regions of the world. Their kingdoms were many, and they fought each other often, even more than they fought with dwarves and elves. Their society is now feudal, with powerful nobles ruling over the weaker many. The further from the nobles' residences, the less effect their laws have.

Each of the four surviving kingdoms has its own set of nobles and its own royal family. Those rarely agree about much of anything. They still honor Father Earth's Peace, but some few don't feel there is enough incentive to maintain it. Most of those few were born after the peace broke out. While most humans trade with dwarves for countless goods, they would much rather not pay for the goods. Nobles don't trust anything even remotely elven.

Human commoners do not want war, but with the power of the nobles, they don't have much choice in the matter. For them, war means death and destruction, never reward, never honor.
Halfbreeds and their like are treated as scum by the nobles. Pureborn parents of half-breeds are treated worse than enemies, the are considered traitors to the species.

Life span: 76 years
Average Height: [male] 172cm (5' 7'') [female] 165cm (5' 6'')
Build: Generally muscular. Taller and heavier than elves. Round-eared (5-6cm long)
Weapons of choice: swords and spears.
Favored food/drink: Meat, greens, grains, fishes. Water, wine, some mead.

Fairly common among the border folk, those of mixed ancestry are viewed as something just above (or occasionally beneath) vermin by nobles of both species. Their parents are generally seen as traitors to the species by the same nobles. The common folk on the other hand don't really care for or against them. Halfbreeds generally have even less interest in war, as they would be forced to pick one parent over another (unless mixing of the blood is further back, as it occasionally is).

Life span: Depends on rough amount of elven/human blood in ancestry. 50-50 has lifespan of about 200 years. (function: (elf% + man%)/2
Average Height: [male] 160cm (5' 4'') [female] 150cm (5')
Build: bulkier than elves, thinner than humans. Semi-pointed ears (7-8cm long)
Weapons of choice: Bows and arrows, short swords.
Favored food/drink: varies

Of the other species in the world, the most notable are trolls and dragons. Both rose to prominence with Father Earth's Peace. There several other species of monstrous creatures, but they lack all semblance of true sentience (ogres, marsh stalkers, great arachnids, etc)

Being of stone, Trolls kill all organic beings they come across. Their view of Dwarves is pure hatred. They can be found throughout mountains, within ruins and of course in caves. Though they are neither very smart nor very fast, they are extremely lethal up close. They are also very hard to kill, as most weapons don't bite into their stony bodies.

Dragons on the other hand are smart. Very smart. They are born with a mastery of tactics. They hate all the mortal species. With Father Earth's Peace, their kind rose to dominate many regions of the mountains, making it impossible for Dwarves to live within those regions. Beyond eating mortals, dragons are known to capture females of mortalkind, using them as breeders for their abominable dragonborn.
Dragonborn are monstrous, scaled humanoids. In the birthing process they tear their way out of their mother's womb, killing her and then devouring the flesh. Unlike the dragons, Dragonborn can venture into even smallest corridors of the lost Dwarven holds. They share their creators' hatred of all mortal species.

This roleplay has three playable factions.
- Humans of Storvollr
- Elves of Digrlauf
- Dwarves of Salsteinn Hold
There may later be others opened up, but initially there will only be those three. All characters must fall in under one of these three.

If you are human, you are a part of the human kingdom of Storvollr. You might be a commoner, or you could be an impoverished noble, far from the top. No matter which you are, you answer to higher authorities, be they greater nobles or the king himself. Your ancestors might be of the kingdom, or the could come from one of the others, that matters not. Your loyalty is, for better or worse, to the king of Storvollr.

To the north lies the Dwarven realm of Salsteinn Hold, while the elven kingdom of Djupskogr lies to the east. Your king does not trust the Dwarves entirely, coveting their treasures.
Equally, he deeply mistrusts the elves, wanting to cut down their forests for lumber.
Past the ruined and troll-infested Dwarfhold in the southernmost tip of the Svartsal mountains, lies the closest neighboring human kingdom, that of Austanvollr. Your king does not like them either.

Your king has tasked you to deal with his neighbors, one way or another.

If you are Elven, then you serve the nobles of the forest city of Digrlauf Tjaldvagnar and the king of Djupskogr. You might live within that self-same city, or you could be further out, near the fringes of the forest. Your rulers see enemies both to the north and to the west. To the southeast, there be monsters.

Your rulers wish their enemies, imagined or not, to be subtly punished. You are not to engage in open warfare, but you may kill your foes.

If you are Dwarven, then you live within the great Dwarven kingdom of Salsteinn Hold. It is not as magnificent as the ancient domain of dwarvenkind, but it is nonetheless rich. Your clan was once far more prosperous. The dwarven king is dying, he has no living heir, but must pick one or risk a clan war. As your chief has royal ambitions, but does not stand out among the other chieftains, he needs something done. That is where you come in. You are to make sure that your chief stands out among the others, raise your clan to its former glory and at the same time make sure that the much-hated elves do not interfere in all this. How you go about it is undetermined, but go about it you must. To make matters worse, several other chieftains have similar ambitions.

If you should happen to be a half-breed, then you are sore out of luck. Neither of your parent peoples trust you. Yet you are perfectly positioned to understand them both. The common folk of the border lands, being your immediate ancestors, don't hate you the way the nobles do, but they don't have the power to protect you.
You must choose which people you believe in or find yourself isolated. The common folk of the border don't want war, but the nobles want it, though they dare not yet declare it.

Magic exists. It is a powerful tool, but it is not all-powerful. It is a force onto itself. It can accomplish what mundane acts cannot, but it can be treacherous, misfire or even backfire. If carefully managed, it will usually do as wanted.
Magic, like any other action, has a cost. The cost might be taken when you use it, after you use it, or even before you use it. For the most part, the cost comes in partial or complete exhaustion, but to expect it to behave one way is to set oneself up for disappointment.
All species can wield magic, but not all members of any of the mortal species. Because of its occasionally capricious nature, many fear magic and its wielders. This is also so because most people don't understand it. Some nobles consider wielding magic a crime.
Despite all the dangers, many of those with the aptitude choose to wield it, believing the rewards outweigh the risks.

Name: . . . . . . [ use common sense here. no copying names from well-known universes. no names like Bob or Jim ]
Age: . . . . . . [ see racial life span. young for an elf is far older than young for a human is. ]
Race: . . . . . . [ Dwarf, Elf, Human, halfbreed elf/human ]
Homeland: . . . . . . [ Specify where in the world your character originates. It could be a smaller town, a village or even a city. Ifoutside "your" kingdom, a good explanation in background is appropriate ]
Loyal to: . . . . . . [ Human king, dwarven king, elven king ]

Appearance: . . . . . . [ Some text wanted to describe character. You can add picture as well, but text would be nice. Height, build, hair, scars, ... ]

Class: . . . . . . [ pick something that makes sense. D&D has from our experience a decent choice of such, but you're not limited to those. ]

Skills: . . . . . . [ List good/bad skills. Not just combat skills. Examples: hand-to-hand, diplomacy, cooking, woodworking, ...]

Magic: . . . . . . [ Does your character wield any magic? is (s)he interested in learning more? explain. ]

Background: . . . . . . [ This area is one of the longer parts. Describe how your character became what (s)he is today. ]

Personality: . . . . . . [ What motivates him/her? Is (s)he violent and aggressive? calm? insidious? etc. Good/evil? ]

Equipment: . . . . . . [ What does your character carry about? Remember that it has to make sense. You can't carry half an armory for any length of time. ]

Relations: . . . . . . [ How does your character know others in the RP? ]

1. Have fun.
2. Do not even think about godmodding. It will go badly.
3. Keep OoC stuff in appropriate thread. That would be this one.
4. No one-liners. If you're conversing with someone, try to use PMs or such to plan longer conversation segments. Easier for everyone.
5. Have fun.
6. Be creative. The map has no villages or such listed. That doesn't mean they do not exist.
7. If in doubt, ask. This goes for everything. It saves everyone trouble.
8. Enjoy yourself.

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Ellri's Thora Thorvaldardóttir
Ljet's Volgun Canteorn
ChaChaPanda's Frey Greyheath
Rtron's Gorzen Trollsbane
Jarmakla's Roland Shineseeker
Marx' Ambrose Daeben

[Ljet]

Name: Volgun Canteorn
Age: 49 (Looks to be in 20's)
Race: Human/Elf Mix
Homeland: Borderlands between (Human) Austanvoller and (Elven) Digrlauf.
Loyal to: He leans toward elven, but because he travels to elven and human cities, he doesn't have a set kingdom to follow.

Appearance:
He stands about 5'6, taller than most half-breeds, he takes it after his father. His build is stockier than most elvs, but leaner than most humans. He has tight muscles, and broader shoulders than most half-breeds. His features are sharper than humans, but his ears and other evlen like features are dulled, and rounded.

He has dark blue eyes and pitch black hair. He keeps his hair cut in a shaggy fasion, because of being on the road, he cuts his own hair. He has a scar on his jar, leading from his left ear to the end of his jaw. He would be considered handsome in human culture, and rugged in elven.

Class: Mystic Bard (Magic Using Bard)

Skills: He has a wide range of historical knowledge, and music skills because of his bard training. He is a suave person, being very charismatic, and can use basic magic. His fighting skills are roughish in nature, learning from the streets, but it is only a basic kind of fighting. Living on the streets meant he knew some thieving skills, but the backlash from that is his very bad skills of nature, strength and similar things.

Magic: His magic is used in two sections Music and Misc. The music part is magic for telling stories, singing songs, and just bard like skills. They throw of sparks and pretty lights, nothing that can do any damage and is just for show. He can also amplify his lute and make it do crazy and mystical sounds. The other type of magic he uses is Misc. It is mundane magic, like very weak levitation, light orb, fire starter (small sparks), summon water (about a water bottle size), and distort sound. All of this is weak and used for his craft and sometimes to run away.

Background:
Let's start with his parents. His mother, a beauty with long dark hair and elven features, was a elf from Digrlauf, who went into Austanvoller to escape her family for a while, as they where very strict and wanting to force her to marry, as she was already 100 and unmarried. She meant to go away for a couple days then return to what ever arranged marriage her parents had. His father was a humble bard and was very handsome. They met in a tavern and it was "love at first site". Both knew it was wrong, but they enjoyed the one day of freedom. After a couple months after returning from this human city, she found she was pregnant, and before her soon to be husband and parents found out, she fled to bard in the same city, she was lucky enough to find him, and he took her in, and settled down. That was only till the baby was born, then she took off, leaving Volgun with his father, but Volgun was giving to his grand-father, also an old bard, while his father traveled.

Volgun grew up in borderlands city,used for trade, so he wasn't the only half-elf, but still no one trusted him. His grandfather however raised him like he did Volgun's father, with the bard training, but in his old age the man had learned some magic and passed it on to him. At age 20 he started to travel, and honed his bard skills and picked up even more magic.

Personality: Volgun is a grey area, he has mixed views, and mostly just wants the next coin, to save up to go to the next place. He doesn't like political issues, as he himself is one, and likes to make decisions on his gut feeling. He is a very talkative person and is very bright, especially when singing or anything bard-related.

Wearing-
Dark Green Cloak
Rough Leather Armor
Good traveling boots
Short-Sword in sheath
Dagger in belt. (Human Steel)
In Backpack-
Lute sticking out.
Rations for several weeks (Dried Meat and Vegetables)
Flint-and-Steel (Never Used)
Rope (10 Feet)
A leather tent.
Some herbs.
Crude Medicine.
Extra String for lute.
Rag for cleaning lute.
Pockets and Pouches-
Gold Coin and Currency for several cities.
Sparklers (For the kids)
Candy (For his sweet tooth)

[Ellri]

We cannot see anything instantly wrong with that character. It looks good.

There were merely a couple of things we'd have done different layout-wise, but that doesn't matter. Its well written.

[ChaChaPanda]

Name: Frey Greyheath
Age: 24
Race: Human
Homeland: Storvollr
Loyal to: The King of Storvollr

Appearance:
Tall, lean and hard of body, Frey bears a passing resemblance to a starved predator. Haunted eyes of dark brown are framed by a widow's peak, raven black hair falling in waves to his collar, and ever-present dust and grime lies in smears across a granite-hard face. A wry smile is commonplace upon his lips- that, or the fierce snarl of battle.

With a willowy and muscled physique, Frey carries himself in a way that suggests a casual power, like that of a hunter stalking his prey. Unlike most bowmen, his arms are not lopsided between right and left; a decade of rigorous training has left him with a hard, compact body capable of surprising feats of agility. Despite the multitude of scars ornamenting his torso and limbs, one mark is more noticeable than it's peers- below his right armpit, about halfway down his torso lies a knotted scar, though it's cause is a secret he prefers not to impart.

Across Frey's shoulders is slung a weather-worn cloak of black wool, fastened at the collar. The hem is torn and ragged, the result of many days on the road and many nights in the wild. Beneath the cloak is a grey tunic of surprisingly fine cut- it seems a strange thing for a wandering beggar to possess such clothing- but this again is stained by dusk and grime. Loose leggings cover his lower body, and hard leather boots his feet. Across Frey's midriff is strapped a leather belt, wound twice around his slight figure. Two daggers hang in sheaths, one from either hip, but perhaps most surprising of all is the bow slung across his back. Elegant, curved horn with a string more silk than twine is adorned by sharp, v-shaped ridges, and the sigil of a griffin is set upon the handle.

Class:
Scout

Skills:
Of Frey's varied talents, by far his most valued is the control of his body. He can effortlessly leap through the air, scale trees and somersault through windows, and can move with the silence of a midwinter night. This lends him naturally to be skilled at moving without being seen, and getting into places others cannot. He is also incredibly fleet of foot; he can keep pace with a pack of wolves or escape foes without too much difficulty. Likewise, his senses are more acute than the average human and he can pick out a running deer across open ground at half a league away or track a badger through a forest.

Frey is also a keen shot with a bow. Being as familiar with it as with the clothes he wears, he can fire two arrows with a single draw of the string, and pick out a target at two hundred feet when using a single. Having learned to use it while remaining mobile, he can take shots at a run without slowing his pace and even while leaping.

Frey's flaws are derived largely from his uncharismatic nature. He finds it difficult to maintain conversation when talked to, and is almost as bad a liar as he is a diplomat. Furthermore, he is no more intelligent than the average man, though he has a sharp sense of thinking outside the box, and his strength is like that of a willow; when pushed against, he will usually bend.

Magic:
None

Background:
Born as the second son to a collapsing noble house, Frey had a strange childhood. All around him were the privileged, the contented and the powerful, while he grew up in a manor house that was already falling into disrepair. While his peers learned the intricacies of the royal court, he spent his days roaming the picturesque streets of the upper districts in grubby, often ripped clothing; his family could not afford a tutor to educate both him and their heir. As his brother learned how to manage their house's finance, or properly address the king, he learned how to climb across rooftops and scale towers to reach the highest vantage point he could find and see the city splayed before him, the rich blues and yellows in the noble houses at the centre quickly turning to the greys and blacks of the outer slums. He gained a feeling of detachment from the city life. It could not touch him, and he had no need of it.

As he reached his fourteenth name day, his parents sent him off to train in the military academy, relieved to finally have rid themselves from his burden. He was not unwelcome; the sons of nobles were often the captains and generals of the future, and his family name still held enough sway to grant him free food and lodging. He himself did not resent his parents for sending him away, for he had always felt out of place in the city. The keep where he was housed, secluded in the plains South of his birthlands, gave him a sense of freedom that he had never before tasted.

The training was rigorous, but he rose to it, excelling in feats of body and doing passably in those of mind. It did not take long for the quartermaster to match him to the bow; in his own words, "That little smidge would get a trashing if he was anywhere near an enemy". And so he lived out the rest of his childhood, separated from the world he had once known and being inducted into the one that would become his life.

After reaching manhood, he made the unceremonious transfer into the ranks of the army without undue celebration or fuss. It was clear from the years he had spent in the academy that while he might excel as a soldier, he lacked the inspiration and chutzpah required to lead. He was assigned the role of outrider, and without any war to fight put on hold until such time as his services were needed.

Personality:
Frey has an uncertain demeanour and is uncomfortable talking to even those he knows well. He hates being addressed by strangers, and lives with a healthy dose of paranoia, a product of avoiding human interaction. He is slow to trust, and while he is not apathetic to others, he finds it difficult to interact with them and as such is viewed as queer by the few that know him.

He is, however, an optimist and has a surprising amount of inner steel. When faced with a challenge he does his utmost to rise to it- if he deems it within reach. While not a coward, he is not a fool and sees no value in glory, so cares little for missions that would more likely and not turn him into a martyr.

Equipment:
Clothes
Bow
Arrows (20)
Daggers, balanced for throwing (2)
Backpack

• Arrows (40)
• Tinder
• Trail rations
• Hempen Rope, 20 ft
• Waterskin
• Unlit Torches (5)
• Bedroll

[Ellri]

That also looks good. Nice story-mode in the appearance text.

What do you think of Ljet's character? (we rather like getting more than just our own view on characters)

[ChaChaPanda]

It's an interesting character, and bards tend to be quite rare. I don't really have any qualms with it, save that the background actually concerning himself could be more in-depth.

[Ellri]

It could be, but its more important that the stuff coming later is in-depth. We'll consider it approved.

Would you look over our character as well? No character should be unjudged.

[makiaka]

May i join.

I want to try a mage, but i'm not to skilled with them.

Also my opinion, mystic bard is stupid. A bard is OP enough as it is in a group thread. Why give him extra magical powers and combat potential as well.

Hes pretty much the perfect mix of every rouge and mage class.

[Rtron]

Name: Gorzen Trollsbane
Age: 95
Race: Dwarf
Homeland: Salsteinn Hold.

Loyal to: Dwarven King.

Appearance:

Blue eyes, scars on his face, specifically, the lower left side of his face looks like it had been mauled by something with claws.

Class:Battlesmith!

Skills: Gorzen is skilled with a hammer.He can wield one as easily as an elf wields a bow. On top of that, he has natural High endurance and can go days on end in his armor. He also has extensive knowledge of Trolls, his job in his early years being one of hunting them down. a direct result of this would be fairly high strength as one would have to be so to kill a troll hammer or no. He's one of the top smiths of his clan, selling his wares for a fair price to whomever will pay. It should be noted, that his clan isn't exactly known for it's smithing, while being the top smith of his clan, he isn't exactly the best of the best in the dwarven world. He's also a fair cook, though he wouldn't win any awards. His cooking is simple. It's filling, doesn't require much preparation, and tastes good. It should be noted that if/when he fights hand to hand, he doesn't fight fair. To him, unless there is prerequisite rules to abide by, all's fair in love and war.

Magic: Very little. Simple spells of elemental manipulation. He expresses no desire to learn more. He views higher level (and therefore more treacherous) magic as useful, but not for him. After all, if he can't trust that which he wields, what can he trust?

Background: Gorzen grew up the son of a smith, which made it natural for him to become a smith of course. After a few years apprenticing to his father and others, Gorzen set up his own shop and began to earn a living in the name of his clan. Then came the call for the clans to remove the trolls from old lands they had held. Gorzen's clan was the forefront of this mobilization. Gorzen hung up his smithing gear in favor of the war-hammer and the armor. The first few days passed uneventfully. The occasional ogre was found, in addition to other non-sentient monsters. Then, the first troll attacked. It appeared suddenly and out of no where, as if the rock itself. Killing a large amount of the vanguard instantly. Gorzen himself charged the beast, using his minor magics to distract and harass, while his hammer did damage. Eventually, after nearly being killed several times, Gorzen slew the beast, Crushing it's head with his hammer. What followed were several other instances of battle like that one. Earning Gorzen the name 'Trollsbane.' Sadly, Gorzen's father was lost in this conflict. It also gave him his scars. After the conflict ended, Gorzen returned to his smithing, and there he has stayed, fading into the background and smithing in peace. Though he stopped recently and traveled to the top world to find someone to teach him magic. Smithing had begun to slightly bore him, and he had always been interested in learning. But, he knows very little, and is content with what he has.

Personality: Gorzen is a relatively calm dwarf not quick to anger, though is one of those who can turn from angel to demon in a heartbeat. He has a noted distaste for Trolls and all of their ilk, and is surprisingly more pleasant to elves than other dwarves. He won't treat them like dirt, and will let them decide for themselves how he treats them. The long years of smithing and thinking have given him a slightly different perspective on things. He'll let people show their colors to him before treating them as he sees fit. Naturally, if he doesn't like you, expect to be treated like dirt. He's a bit of a grey when it comes to if he's good or evil. While he doesn't necessarily like doing evil things, and will protest vehemently if forced to do so, maybe even go against the order if it's sufficiently bad, he's loyal to the Dwarven king. As such, he'll do damn near anything for him/her.

Equipment: Hammer,cooking provisions, 4 unlit torches, and a small axe.

[Ellri]

Submit a character and we'll see, Makiaka. We judge chiefly on what the character sheet indicates.

There's only one thing that doesn't really fit on it, Rtron... No crossbow can shoot two leagues, let alone hit anything with precision at such range. Remember, two leagues is 11,112 meters.
Winding up a crossbow with such range would either require unnatural strength (even for a dwarf) or days of work. Then there'd be problems like what to make it out of, how to aim it, air resistance, gravity and countless other factors that would impact the shot.
Besides, most warriors of ancient times focused mainly on a single weapon, not on two. If the choice lay between becoming mediocre at several or good with one, then the one tends to win out most of the time.