Far from home and farther to go, the resolute figure trudged through the broken masonry of an obviously human made keep. One day he would return to the sacred halls of fabled Hammerfall, to hoist a tankard or ten to each of the dwarven gods and to rejoin the ranks of the griffon cavalry. For right now however, he had to focus on what was at hand. Goblins and orcs were about and they didn't mix well with dwarven sensibilities. Besides, he'd been itching for a good fight ever since that dark elf lass made a remark about his beard smelling of goats. As if she would be able to appreciate the finery of beard musk.
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If he were any more of a tank, he'd have treads instead of feet. Yes, it's a stereotypical role to have the dwarf be a fighter but damned if they don't fit that role well.
Brosorlun Stormshoulder belongs to
silverdragon41
Dungeons and Dragons belongs to WOTC
Art by me,
fc32
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If he were any more of a tank, he'd have treads instead of feet. Yes, it's a stereotypical role to have the dwarf be a fighter but damned if they don't fit that role well.
Brosorlun Stormshoulder belongs to
silverdragon41Dungeons and Dragons belongs to WOTC
Art by me,
fc32
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Fantasy
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