Entry Date: Month of the Anvil, 7th Day – Eldertide Calendar
The morning mist still clung to the ground as the Manor’s gates opened to reveal a stout figure, his steps resolute and his gaze unwavering. “Ah, a new face,” I remarked, eyeing the newcomer with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. “Pray, share your name and purpose with us.”
With a nod of his head, the dwarf replied, “I am Dorin Ironfist, a servant of Moradin, seeking guidance and atonement.” His voice carried the weight of unspoken stories, and his eyes held a depth born of struggle and faith.
“And how did you come to hear of our secluded haven?” I inquired, my interest piqued by his solemn demeanor.
“By the whispers of the earth and the call of the forge, I was led to this place,” he answered, his words echoing the deep connection to his divine patron.
“Very well, Dorin Ironfist”. Let us see what tales the Whispering Teapot has to unveil about your journey, I said to myself, gesturing toward the warmth of the hearth where secrets and stories unfurl.
Logbook Entry: Dorin Ironfist – A Pilgrim of the Forge
Race: Dwarf
Observations: Dorin’s sturdy build and rugged features are the epitome of dwarven resilience. His hands, calloused from years of work at the forge, speak of a life dedicated to craftsmanship and labor.
Class: Cleric (Divined by Revelation)
Signs of Devotion: Clad in armor adorned with the symbols of Moradin, Dorin carries himself with the quiet confidence of a man of faith. His prayers, murmured in moments of reflection, and the holy symbol that hangs from his neck, a hammer encircled by flames, leave no doubt of his clerical calling.
Abilities:
- Wisdom: Dorin’s insights and spiritual connection are evident in his thoughtful demeanor and his attunement to the divine.
- Strength: His physical prowess is undeniable.
- Constitution: Hardy and resilient, Dorin is built to endure the trials that come his way.
- Dexterity & Charisma: While not his strongest suits, Dorin’s focus on his faith and forge work leaves little room for finesse or flamboyance.
Description:
Background: Dorin Ironfist was born into the Ironfist clan, a lineage of esteemed blacksmiths and devout followers of Moradin in the bustling dwarven city of Mithral Hall, nestled in the Spine of the World mountains. His early years were spent in the forge, surrounded by the clang of hammers and the glow of molten metal, where he learned the sacred art of crafting from his father, Balin Ironfist. The forge was not only a place of work for Dorin but also a sanctuary, where he felt the closest to Moradin, the All-Father.
Dorin’s life took a drastic turn during his rite of passage, a ceremonial forging of a weapon that would symbolize his transition into adulthood and his place within the clan. In his eagerness to create a masterpiece, Dorin pushed the boundaries of his skill, but the weapon shattered during its final tempering, causing a fire that spread through the forge and resulted in the tragic loss of his father.
The incident left Dorin with both physical and emotional scars. Consumed by guilt and shame, he sought solace in the teachings of Moradin, finding a new purpose in the divine calling of a cleric. He vowed to honor his father’s memory and restore the Ironfist name by living a life of service, guided by the principles of his faith.
Determined to prove his worth, Dorin embarked on a pilgrimage across the realms, offering his skills as a blacksmith and cleric to those in need. His journey has been marked by moments of both grace and hardship, as he seeks to atone for his past and fulfill his vow to Moradin. It is this quest for redemption that has led him to the doors of Old Nan’s Manor, seeking the wisdom and guidance to continue his path.
Personality: Dorin is a dwarf of few words, preferring action to discourse. His commitment to his faith and his clan is unwavering, and he approaches each challenge with a stoic determination.
Alignment: Lawful Good – Dorin’s moral compass is guided by the tenets of his faith, and he strives to do what is right, even when the path is fraught with hardship.
Appearance: Standing just over four feet tall, Dorin’s muscular frame is a testament to a life of labor. His beard, a rich brown with streaks of gray, is meticulously braided, and his eyes, deep-set and dark, reflect a soul touched by both sorrow and hope.
Equipment:
- A warhammer, forged in the fires of his clan’s forge, serves as both a weapon and a symbol of his faith.
- Chainmail armor, each link blessed in the name of Moradin, protects him as he walks his path of atonement.
- A shield, emblazoned with the emblem of his deity, is a constant reminder of his divine mission.
His Quest:
Dorin seeks an ancient relic, said to be a gift from Moradin himself, that has the power to cleanse his family’s tarnished name. His journey to the Manor is but a step on this path, as he seeks Old Nan’s wisdom to uncover the relic’s whereabouts.
As I, Loman Muckbuckle, chronicle the journey of Dorin Ironfist, I am reminded of the weight of honor and the strength of faith. His story, marked by a quest for redemption, is a testament to the enduring spirit of the dwarves and the transformative power of belief.
