"SO, ye be want'en te know about Keldorn do ye?...well den shut yer ale trap and sit while i speak'ed ye m'e tale..."
Keldorn Battlehammer,
Keldorn is the son of Bruen and Ruela Battlehammer. Born in Mithril Hall he worked in his younger years as an assistant to the miners as a scribe and mapper. In time hew would learn to stand with them in battle as he grew in stature and strength.
During this time the clan face many dangers made all to real by the loss of his father during an Orc raid. All he was able to retrieve was his father Iron Tankard. In time the call of the road beckined him to explore the lands beyond and make his way amongst the land of men. WIthhis mother blessing he left the halls and made his way east eventually wanting to return to his home. He took his most cherished possession with him, his Tankard. To this day it hangs clanking at his side with each step as chime that a freind true and true aproaches or to those who have earned his ire a bell tolling that a Battlehammer approaches.
Life Beyond the hall:
Keldorn was a guard for a bloodstone caravan hailing from Hillsfar. Traveling south from Mulmaster he travelled along the high passes of the Earthspurs towards Procampur. During this journey the caravan was ambushed by bandits a day or so after crossing into the Earthspurs.
The ambush took place on a narrow of the road that left no place for cover, a cliff to one side and a steep ravine into mist and brush below. He jumped from the wagon he was riding before it drove itself over the ledge he was on. His quick action saved his life but separated him from the battle quickly as found himself going over the steep edge of the road falling. Slipping and sliding down the rock face took him further and further from the bandits that had attacked them but also separated him from all of his companions. He reached the bottom with a thunderous crash as he struck trees and stones eventually loosing consciousness.
After some time he awoke to silence save for the sounds of the wild. Unable to make his way back up the long incline to where his caravan had once been he found himself being completely alone and with none of his equipment save what he had on his back. He started through the wilderness following overgrown paths and roads until a faint smell of wood and meat meet his nostrils, a few more paces revealed a small dale amongst the hills and woods near river vesper. Seizing the opportunity to find new work and possibly journey back to his hold he decided to settle in the small town for a while until such a time when he could return to his Kin.
Background:
Keldorn is a proud dwarf, stout and broad like most of his kin. He tells you how he sees things and sees things for what they are. Boisterous by nature he always has and will speak his mind for better or worse. A strong believer in Dwarven values he works to uphold them even away from his own kin in a strange land. His sole possession is a Tankard he wears latched to his armor bearing a runeof his clans symbol. Keldorn worships Clangeddin the rock of battle but pays homage the soul forger Moradin for one cannot be without the other.
Keldorn is a miner first and foremost; his love of the deep earth is strong. As with any dwarf his love of hearty ale and a thick piece of meat to go along with it is a joy unto itself for him, but in the end nothing warms the heart of the stout one like a good stiff fight against a worthy opponent. With his Axe swinging high over his head one can always hear the words bellowed out over the ding of combat "CLANGEDDIN!!!! "
