Thrumgor the Grand Hierophant of the ForestThrumgor created on 09th of July 2019, and is currently 22 years old (92 hours played).
Title: the Grand Hierophant of the Forest
Class: dwarf druid
- The Hill-Dwarf Tradition - posted at 2019-07-10 12:52:47
The Hill-Dwarf TraditionDeep within the forest dwelling lands of the elves survived an ancient
civilization of land dwelling dwarves that survived solely on nature.
Nested deep within the hills, they chose to dig caves within the sandstone,
creating a cavernous system of tunnels and homes that links many clans of
the hill dwarfs. The exposure and dependency on nature and the lands left
the hill dwarves much unlike their other kin, who relied solely on trade.
Instead, they were more attuned with celestial patterns, the weather, the
seasons and the world around them. While it not only taught them the
blessings of nature, it taught them the dangers. Their hearty nature gave
them an aptitude of life over death, and those who survived year after year
became renowned amongst the clans as being chosen by nature as one of its
Amongst this civilization was the Fireforge clan, who were known for their
ability to survive the harshest of summers and the worst of winters. It was
rumored that their family was bred and born within the pits of volcanoes.
It was also said that their skin glowed red within the summer months because
it harvested the rays of the sun in preparation for winter, and that the
deepest of snow would melt instantly when their footsteps landed on it.
Speculation or truth, the clan of Fireforge only bred those chosen by
nature, and Thrumgor was their newest addition. As per tradition, Thrumgor
was left in the middle of the forest to survive at the age of ten, to live
on the lands and to find his way home.
A burly, stocky man with plump red lips and slim, bloodshot eyes look up
at you with an overall sense of impatience. His gritty, tanned cheeks are
speckled with small freckles, each cheek adorned with the same star-like
pattern. A round, button nose is glued directly in the middle of his thick
face, the tip of it carrying the same blush red as his lips. A massive
beard the color of a dancing fire is poorly shaped, frayed and wild. Atop
his head lay golden-brown hair that has been curled into two tight knots
that sit on the backside of his head. His balding forehead and receding
hairline attempt to salvage two slim bands of untamed hair have been
carelessly braided together to float over the left and right side of his
bushy eyebrows. His eyebrows, which remain furrowed and creased with age,
seem to bounce in unsequenced array of motions as if tuning themselves to
the elements around them.
The rest of his frame is covered in a loose, earth-stained attire that is
adorned with trinkets and charms that dance with his abrupt movements.
Embedded within his thin, sun-kissed skin are glowing hieroglyphics, snaking
his body like a devilish map. On his feet are slim, leather sandals that
wrap loosely around his ankle, giving his strangely large feet the ability
to keep his body in a persistent motion.