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« on: March 08, 2008, 07:22:32 AM »

Name: Hragnúr Pakthroon

Gender: Female

Age: 178

Race: Dwarf

Tribe: Kavogerim

Occupation: Brewmistress at the Kann Kemruhnt

Title: Masked Brewmistress

Height: 2 Fores, 2 Palmspans

Weight: 1 Pygge, 7 Hebs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Light brown

Personality:
Hragnúr is in a constantly happy, cheerful state of mind. A smile always decorates her rosy face and she has never a bad word for anyone unless they criticize her ale. This cheery disposition earns her many a friend and is a very endearing quality of hers. Although her perpetual good mood is greatly helped by her large consumption of her own ale, no one holds this against her as it means that she is a jolly lady to be around.

Hragnúr‘s cheerfulness is a mask at times though, as fear and guilt from her past plague her regularly. She is deathly afraid of any type of plain, and dislikes combat. In order to silence her inward shame and doubt, Hragnúr is prone to binge drinking, and is an alcoholic.

Since she was a small child, Hragnúr has been the sole caretaker of her mother after her fall into insanity. Now after almost one hundred and seventy years of this tedious care she has become, out of necessity, a very caring person. At first it was only towards her mother but now if she sees any person injured or looking down she cannot help but attempt to solve the problem.

Dwarves are sometimes said to be as stubborn as the mountains that they make their homes in. This trait is especially clear in Hragnúr and from a young age she has been incredibly strong willed to the point of obsession. Once she has made up her mind on a matter, it is incredibly hard to change it and she has even been known to stick to her initial opinion even when presented with incredibly strong evidence against her reasoning.

Hragnúr has spent almost one hundred years developing her special brews in secret. Despite many obstacles, she has almost always come through in the end with what she wants. Now, after many years of practice, she has finally produced several masterpieces amongst ales and beers. This has taught her to be persistent and to never give up no matter what the odds. This is reinforced by her stubborn nature and means there is almost no task she will not see through to the end.

Physical Appearance:
Hragnúr stands at just under a ped tall which is about average for the Kavogerim dwarves. Weighing in at around one pygge and seven hebs, she is about an average weight and as such is neither fat nor thin. Hragnúr is a very jolly looking person. Her beard flows in wavy locks down the front of her person and her hair is tied back in a neat ponytail that drapes down her back. Her face is small and rotund with perpetually rosy cheeks, giving her a warm welcoming appearance. Her love for a good beer simply adds to her rosy complexion.

Her hair color is a sandy shade of brown, unusual amongst the normally darker colored hair of the Kavogerims. Her skin shows only a slight tan remaining from her years on the Nybelmar plain. She is an endearing character, and what with her rosy cheeks and lightly colored hair, very few people form a bad first impression of her.

Despite her Kavogerim heritage, Hragnúr looks very much like a Mitharim dwarf. She wears very 'popular' clothing so as to fit in better in with the very fashionable Mitharim dwarves in Tyr Donian. Her appearance is mainly influenced by dwarven fashions among the Mitharim dwarves, although she still retains a few elements of her Kavogerim past. On her feet Hragnúr wears a pair of heavy tan colored leather boots with small turn ups at the top. She wears a long green skirt, the hem of which reaches to her ankles. Matching her skirt, Hragnúr wears a green underblouse with long, tight-fitting sleeves. In Mitharim style, she wears a bright red bodice, which is embroidered with patterns of flowers and trees, and is tied up from bottom to top with many leather laces. Over this she wears a bright blue (though stained) leather apron to protect her clothing from any mishaps that may occur when she is at work. She also tucks her beard and ponytail into this apron for the same reason. Most of the time, she wears an old lizard-skin cap on her head, a reminder of her past. She also owns a light copper helm and a light piece of chain mail, more as a reminder of her distant past than for real use.

When not at the tavern, Hragnúr dresses considerably smarter and can often be seen walking around Tyr Donian in her finery. In place of her leather boots she wears soft moleskin boots which are polished to a fine velvety sheen. On her legs she wears a bright yellow layered skirt which is cut off neatly just below the ankles and a dark blue petticoat, into which pictures of animals are embroidered. She wears a tight fitting white blouse, over which she wears a yellow bodice, which matches her skirt and is heavily embroidered with a green emerald at its neck. Over all of this she wears a thick navy cloak which she wraps around her body to keep out the elements. This garment also comes with a hood which keeps the wind and rain off her face or can serve to shroud her in shadows if the need should arise. This outfit is quite gaudy and overstated in its color, matching her bubbling personality.


Strengths:

Brewmistress
Hragnúr has been experimenting with and watching the subtle art of dwarven brewing for almost one hundred years. To this date she has devised her own home brew and then two variations on this, the first being 'Hlarn Ale' or Scorch Ale when translated to tharian. This drink is recommended for dwarven consumption only although a few brave men and elves have attempted to drink this before with spectacular results. The other variant of her ale is a much weaker version brewed specifically for the pathetic alcohol tolerance levels of men and humans and is named 'Shorr Brew' or Child Brew in Tharian speech. She also has a variation on Dwarven beer called Ruhanul (Hammer-water), so called for the hangover it tends to give guests the next day. Because of this art, Hragnúr always has a profession to fall back on should she be short on money. But because she co-runs The Kann Kemruhnt she shall not be out of a job anytime soon.

Friends
Hragnúr has a particularly large group of friends to fall back on should the need arise. The first and foremost amongst these is Galein with whom she runs The Kann Kemruhnt with along with Thorgas Ironforge. Thorgas also happens to be the second of these friends, and arguably the most significant. Thorgas is a Fire Mage and so is a good person to have backing you. These are only two in a large group of friends and Hragnúr is proud to call them her buddies. She also is a good friend of Morden Peshirgolz, and is one of the few people to have earned Morden’s trust.

Among the Mitharim dwarves of Tyr Donian, Hragnúr has many friends and acquaintances due to her skill with drinks, her warm personality, and her penchant for finery. She has managed to rub elbows with just about every dwarf of high standing in Tyr Donian.

Persistent
As mentioned in her personality, Hragnúr is a particularly persistent and stubborn person who is not known to give up on a task easily. This is a great asset as it means that no matter the situation, Hragnúr normally finds a way to prevail. It is because of this trait that she has survived her troubled past.

Caring and Kind
Another trait of Hragnúr that has earned her many friends over the years is her amazing capacity for care and kindness to others. This stems from the large portion of her life devoted to caring for her mother and now stems to all forms of life. Hragnúr will never turn out a needy person, nor will she think twice of giving away her own possessions for the needs of others.

Tavern Brawler
Through her work in the tavern, Hragnúr has found good use for her old Kavogerim fighting skill. Though she was never a very skilled fighter, she is good enough with her fists and the walking stick she carries to put a quick end to any brawls that start in her tavern. Possessing such a jolly personality, it peeves Hragnúr when any fights break out in a tavern. Therefore, though she would never start a brawl, she can finish one handily.

Weaknesses:

Terrified of the plains
Hragnúr, due to her childhood experiences, has a horrible fear of the open plains. She will not travel across them, but rather would take any length of a detour to avoid them. If she were somehow to end up in such a plain, she would crouch to the ground, seeking shelter. Then Hragnúr would become paralyzed by her fear, cowering and covering her head.

Mother
Constantly her Mother is calling for Hragnúr to aid her in some trivial pursuit or another. A lot of the time Hragnúr tends to ignore her as she is not as helpless as she may seem. It does make it harder for Hragnúr to just enjoy a night for herself without being worried about her Mother though. Hragnúr feels very guilty about the fact that her mother was taken away from Nybelmar with her, a fact she reminds her of often. It is a source of steady pain to Hragnúr that her once smart and competent mother is now so pitifully confused and troubled.

No Identity
Hragnúr, because she feels she has failed as a Kavogerim, is weighed down by tremendous guilt. She feels she has failed to live up to the old Kavogerim saying: “Green blood, clean water, gold hands... these three a Kavogerim make.” Because of her guilt, Hragnúr is prone to stomach pains, headaches, and consistent colds. She usually has two or three days in a month where she is nearly bed-ridden by her pains. Furthermore, because Hragnúr feels that these symptoms are simply just punishment for her failures, she will not seek any medical help for her conditions.

History:
Some would wonder how a Kavogerim dwarf, who’s native land is Nybelmar, came to reside in Santharia. Many of her friends and acquaintances believe that she travelled here as a young child with her partially insane mother to seek a better life. The truth is quite far from this and much more befitting their tribe’s ancestry. For you see, her father and mother were Kavogerim caravan guards for the many merchant caravans that traveled through the desert area. When Hragnúr was born, her father traveled off to escort the caravans as her mother stayed home to take care of the new children (dwarves almost always have twins). As Hragnúr grew up, her parents took turns staying at home and working on the plains. When Hragnúr was only twelve years old, her father contracted a strange fever while returning home with a caravan. He was bed-ridden for several months before dying. Hragnúr’s mother, who cared for her father during his illness, soon also contracted the disease. Hragnúr and her twin sister were then sent to live with an old brewmistress of the tribe. Her mother surprisingly recovered, but the effects of losing her husband and of the disease left her mind unstable. She too had to live with the old brewmistress, for now Hragnúr‘s mother was too insane to work. Unfortunately, Hragnúr’s sister soon thereafter fell to the illness, adding to the family’s grief.

As Hragnúr grew older, she showed an incredible knack for learning to make ale and beer. She learned from watching the old brewmistress in her work; and when she forbade her from watching because she had caught her drinking some of the ale, she secretly spied on her. Soon she was quite knowledgeable in the making of several different kinds of beers and ales, and had begun to experiment a bit herself with whatever ingredients she could steal. The brewmistress tried to keep her as busy as she could with the herds and bachik-hunting, but to no avail.

Since only older dwarves could be a brewmistress, Hragnúr was then apprenticed to learn to escort caravans like her parents. As she escorted her first caravan over the plains, she soon discovered that she had a tremendous fear for the open plains and for the merchant caravans, stemming from the terrible fate of her parents. But Hragnúr, being of a cheerful mind, determined to fight her fear and uphold her father’s example as a faithful worker for the village. She was able to fight down her fear to a reasonable degree, and completing the trip, she then presented to the village a map of everywhere she had traveled. In this way she began to gain back some of her confidence. For some time now Hragnúr made a decent living, and her fear became manageable with the time. She had gained a bit of standing by now with local traders and her own village.

As her Baregozar, Hragnúr had to travel the plains of Nybelmar surrounding her village, mapping the trade routes and water sources along the way. She completed the task skillfully, and returning to the village, presented the map to them as her Wirrurt. During the time of choosing, she was a sought after maiden, and had many suitors competing fiercely for her. Jognee Pakthroon, the strongest and fiercest of the men of the village, managed to win her heart and they were soon betrothed. Soon after their marriage, Hragnúr gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl.

However, at the age of 106, disaster struck Hragnúr. A year after the twins were weaned, she took her turn working in the plains, guiding caravans. As she was leading a caravan across the plains, a wind storm came across the desert, waylaying them. As they sought shelter, an orc raiding party stumbled across them, and combat ensued. In the din and confusion, Hragnúr felt her old fear raging over her again. Becoming completely terrified, Hragnúr abandoned the caravan and fled. After wandering for a day, she returned to her village to find it heavily damaged by the storm. She then travelled to one of the nearby villages, and found the remnant of her own village there. She found her mother there, but her husband and children were nowhere to be found. She traveled the plains, but her searching was ineffective due to her old fear reasserting itself.

Eventually coming to a port city, she was overcome with shame and guilt, feeling she had failed her family. Even her cheerful, buoyant nature was not enough to stave off her depression. After several weeks of binge drinking, several messengers from her village came to her and explained that the bodies of her family had been found in the desert. They asked her to return to the village and rejoin her tribe. Hragnúr refused, for now her grief and shame were incredibly great. Hragnúr set sail for new lands, for she could not bear to live near the source of her fear and shame any longer. However, she had sworn to herself that she would never leave her mother uncared for, and could not bear the thought of leaving her family. Therefore, before she left, she secretly returned to her village to take her mother with her. She convinced her mother that they must leave, or they too would die like the rest of their family. After several weeks of sailing, they reached the port city of Tyr Donian.

It had long been a dream of Hragnúr to become a brewmistress, stemming from her early youth when she had secretly watched the old brewmistress at her work and tried to copy it. Hragnúr finally decided that trying to teach herself at home was not going to work. So she set off around the city trying to find a tavern where she could learn the necessary skills. Eventually after a weekend spent searching, and much consumption of alcohol, Hragnúr stumbled across a tavern known as The Kann Kemruhnt. Intrigued by the rather dilapidated appearance of the tavern, she went inside to inquire about a possible apprenticeship.

Inside she found the Inn to be a surprisingly warm and welcoming place with many more patrons than the exterior implied. The emphasis seemed to be on food rather than dwarf ale in the Inn and no special 'Home Brew' was for sale. This shocked Hragnúr and she became determined that she should make The Kann Kemruhnt famous for ale. Hragnúr ventured to the bar where a dwarf of a similar age to Hragnúr stood receiving a dressing down from someone who appeared to be his father. Hragnúr pulled a sympathetic grimace to the young dwarf before she managed to catch the eye of the father.
"Yes! Sorry about that, my son is a bit of an upstart. May I help you young mistress? My name is Laghrin, by the way. Laghrin UmwieWirrellin." Laghrin smiled pleasantly towards Hragnúr.
"Actually, you can. My name is Hragnúr and I have been looking for somewhere to train as a brewmistress. When I saw that your Tavern had no home brew I felt that I could help you if you can help me." The words tripped over themselves as they left Hragnúr’s' mouth, but Laghrin only smiled and nodded.
"I have been looking for a brewmistress for some time now. I expect you to be diligent in your studies if I do take you on." Laghrin paused to catch his breath "The current brewmistress is very old, and needs an apprentice to pass her knowledge on to. If you can prove your skill to her, you will be trained as a brewmistress. By the way, feel free to ask Galein any questions you have about the Inn.” He gestured towards his son, who appeared to have taken a liking to Hragnúr.

Hragnúr could not quite believe what had just happened. She had come into a strange tavern with no expectations of being offered an apprenticeship and yet that was exactly what she had got! She nodded vigorously and skipped out of the tavern almost squealing with joy. As she was about to scream her joy to the heavens, Galein came out of the tavern after her.
"My father says for you to be here at the crack of dawn." Galein brushed a lock of dark brown hair from his face. "I look forward to seeing you around; it has been too long since I had company of my own age around here that wasn't one of my brothers." With that, Galein walked casually back into the Inn to leave Hragnúr alone with her thoughts. On that day, Hragnúr made her longest standing friend and the bond made that day continues as strong as ever today. She and Galein are the closest of friends, almost siblings to each other. It is no surprise that these two went on to run The Kann Kemruhnt together.

Hragnúr's apprenticeship went well and she was quick to master the basics of brewing. It became a daily activity for her; she would wake up, walk down to the Kann Kemruhnt, stoke up the fire and make her way to the back where the brewmistress would be waiting for her to begin their lessons. Within the first twenty years of the apprenticeship, Hragnúr had spent vast amounts of her time in the back learning the secrets of Brewery and was able to brew several well known simple ales by herself. As the apprenticeship continued, she learned more complex tricks of the trade. Over the next fifty years, Hragnúr came up with her own brew of ale, which she called Hlarn Ale (Flame Ale). This earned her good standing in the local Mitharim community, and she become a well-loved friend of most people in the town. Eventually the old brewmistress turned to stone, and after a solemn farewell to her mistress, Hragnúr became the brewmistress of the Kann Kemruhnt.

Now Hragnúr works in the Kann Kemruhnt, a Dwarven tavern, selling her fine brews to her customers. She also takes constant care of her aging mother. A jolly face, now somewhat forced, greets all who meet her. And, when she cannot hide her shame and fear herself, she uses her brews to help her. Though she no longer wears the har-eh mask of her people, her life now is a mask for her past.


Weapons:
Hragnúr carries no weapons with her but her two fists, but she does own a piece of light Kavogerim chain mail and a light copper helm. The chain is fit to her person, but is otherwise rather plain looking, though it does bear the symbol of the Kavogerim on it. Her copper helm is a bit too small for her head, and has several pictures of various animals on it. Something she picked up in her many travels, the helm is more for show than for practical use. She also carries a heavy walking stick to keep the inn rowdies in line, seeing as she can walk perfectly fine.

Belongings:
In addition to her chain mail and helm, Hragnúr carries with her a book of brewing secrets, given to her from her Kavogerim village. She also has a finely decorated walking stick, which doubles as a deterrent to rowdy inn patrons. Of course, Hragnúr carries a copy of the Dwarven Rock-tales with her. Also, Hragnúr keeps with her two or three extra clothes outfits, for special occasions (which, for an ostentatious dwarf such as Hragnúr, occur often). She also keeps a good supply of money with her, both because she loves to give to the needy and because she likes to buy luxuries whenever she can.
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« Reply #1 on: March 08, 2008, 07:23:07 AM »

Posticon dear ^.~
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« Reply #2 on: March 08, 2008, 07:23:51 AM »

Already fixed it :P
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« Reply #3 on: May 16, 2008, 12:51:37 AM »

Bump for ease of Edit.
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« Reply #4 on: November 18, 2008, 01:32:58 AM »

OK, just so everyone knows, this account and CD are now being controlled by Morden Peshirgolz. I'm bumping the CD back to the top page in order to edit/complete it.
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« Reply #5 on: November 24, 2008, 02:20:49 AM »

Ok, this CD is now ready for comments! Just a note...the paragraph in orange makes several references to other characters on the forum. I liked the idea of a network of friends as a strength, but I'm not sure whether referencing other RPG characters is a good idea or not. Some clarification there would be wonderful.

Alright, let's get this character approved, we have a story to start!  :)
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« Reply #6 on: November 24, 2008, 08:12:14 AM »

K, lets get this going. Comments in Teal


Name: Hragnúr Pakthroon

Gender: Male

Age: 123

Race: Dwarf

Tribe: Kavogerim

Occupation: Brewmaster at the Kann Kemruhnt

Title: Masked Brewmaster

Height: 2 Fores, 2 Palmspans

Weight: 1 Pygge, 7 Hebs

Eye Color: Blue

Hair Color: Light brown

Personality:
Hragnúr is in a constantly happy, cheerful state of mind. A smile always decorates his rosy face and he has never a bad word for anyone unless they criticize his ale. This cheery disposition earns him many a friend and is a very endearing quality of him. Although his perpetual good mood is greatly helped by his large consumption of his own ale, no one holds this against him as it means that he is a nice guy to be around.

Hragnúr‘s cheerfulness is a mask at times though, as fear and guilt from his past plague him regularly. He is deathly afraid of any type of plain, and of combat.And yet it says he breaks up Brawls and stuff down in strengths... maybe say he doesn't like fights instead of being deathly afraid. In order to silence his inward shame and doubt, Hragnúr is prone to binge drinking, and is an alcoholic.

Since he was a small child, Hragnúr has been the sole caretaker of his mother after her fall into insanity. Now after almost one hundred and seventy years of this tedious care he has become, out of necessity, a very caring person. At first it was only towards his mother but now if he sees any person injured or looking down he cannot help himself but to attempt to solve the problem.

Dwarves are sometimes said to be as stubborn inshould be "as" I think the mountains that they make their homes in. This trait is especially clear in Hragnúr and from a young age he has been incredibly strong willed to the point of obsession. Once he has made up his mind on a matter, it is incredibly hard to change it and he has even been known to stick to his initial opinion even when presented with incredibly strong evidence against his reasoning.

Hragnúr has spent almost forty years developing his special brews in secret. Despite many obstacles, he has almost always come through in the end with what he wants. Now, after many years of practice, he has finally produced several masterpieces amongst ales and beers. This has taught him to be persistent and to never give up no matter what the odds. This is reinforced by his stubborn nature and means there is almost no task he will not see through to the end.

Physical Appearance:
Hragnúr stands at just under a ped tall which is about average for the Kavogerim dwarves. Weighing in at around one pygge and seven hebs, he is about an average weight and as such is neither fat nor thin. Hragnúr is a very jolly looking person. His beard flows in wavy locks down the front of his person and his hair is tied back in a neat ponytail that drapes down his back. His face is small and rotund with perpetually rosy cheeks, giving him a warm welcoming appearance. His love for a good beer simply adds to his rosy complexion. This gives him a very healthy look about him and he is quite appealing to dwarven women.

His hair color is a sandy shade of brown, unusual amongst the normally darker colored hair of the Kavogerims. His skin shows only a slight tan remaining from his years on the Nybelmar plain. He is an endearing character, and what with his rosy cheeks and lightly colored hair, very few people form a bad first impression of him.

Despite his Kavogerim heritage, Hragnúr looks very much like a Mitharim dwarf. He wears very 'popular' clothing so as to fit in better in with the very fashionable Mitharim dwarves in Tyr Donian. His appearance is mainly influenced by dwarven fashions among the Mitharim dwarves, although he still retains a few elements of his Kavogerim past. On his feet Hragnúr wears a pair of stiff, heavy leather boots with small turn ups at the top; these are a tan color.Maybe change it to not use the semi colon, it just kinda stops the flow. He wears a pair of green trousers that tuck neatly into his boots and belts up around his waist. This areshould be "These are" smart looking breeches but are comfortable enough to be worn on a day to day basis. In Mitharim style, Hragnúr wears a sleeveless brown shirt with a small collar. He also wears a piece of light chain mail over his shirt, an heirloom from his Kavogerim family. For the most part, he leaves the two buttons on his collar undone so as to keep him cool. Over this he wears a leather apron to protect his clothing from any mishaps that may occur when he is at work. He also tucks his beard and ponytail into this apron for the same reason. Most of the time, he wears an old lizard-skin cap on hison his...what?, a reminder of his past. He also owns a light copper helm, more for occasional show than for real use.

When not at the forgeKann is a bit more of a Tavern/Inn than a forge., Hragnúr dresses considerably smarter and can often be seen walking around Tyr Donian in his finery. In place of his leather boots he wears soft moleskin boots which are polished to a fine velvety sheen. On his legs he wears a comfortable pair of black trousers which are cut off neatly just below the ankles and belt up smartly at his waist. He wears a tight fitting green shirt, which is heavily embroidered with an emerald at its neck. Over all of this he wears a thick navy cloak which he wraps around his body to keep out the elements. This garment also comes with a hood which keeps the wind and rain off his face or can serve to shroud him in shadows if the need should arise. This outfit is quite gaudy and overstated in its color, matching his bubbling personality.


Strengths:

Brewmaster
Hragnúr has been experimenting with and watching the subtle art of dwarven brewing for almost one hundred years. To this date he has devised his own home brew and then two variations on this, the first being 'Hlarn Ale' or Scorch Ale when translated to Tharian. This drink is recommended for dwarven consumption only although a few brave men and elves have attempted to drink this before with spectacular results. The other variant of his ale is a much weaker version brewed specifically for the pathetic alchohol tolerance levels of men and humans and is named 'Shorr Brew' or Child Brew in Tharian speech. He also has a variation on Dwarven beer called Ruhanul (Hammer-water), so called for the hangover it tends to give guests the next day. Because of this art, Hragnúr always has a profession to fall back on should he be short on money. But because he co-runs The Kann Kemruhnt he shall not be out of a job anytime soon.

Friends
Hragnúr has a particularly large group of friends to fall back on should the need arise. The first and foremost amongst these is Galein with whom he runs The Kann Kemruhnt with along with Thorgas Ironforge. Thorgas also happens to be the second of these friends, and arguably the most significant. Thorgas is a Fire Mage so is a good person to have backing you. These are only two in a large group of friends and Hragnúr is proud to call them his buddies. He also is a good friend of Morden Peshirgolz, and is one of the few people to have earned Morden’s trust. I personally don't see any problem with this. He probably won't be leaving the story and if he does, I could probably send Galein with you, or we could make an excuse for you to be alone.

Among the Mitharim dwarves of Tyr Donian, Hragnúr has many friends and acquaintances due to his skill with drinks, his warm personality, and his penchant for finery. He has managed to rub elbows with just about every dwarf of high standing in Tyr Donian.

Persistent
As mentioned in his personality, Hragnúr is a particularly persistent and stubborn person who is not known to have given up on a task yet. This is a great asset as it means that no matter the situation, Hragnúr normally finds a way to prevail. It is because of this trait that he is has learned to be a brewmaster.

Caring and Kind
Another trait of Hragnúr that has earned him many friends over the years is his amazing capacity for care and kindness to others. This stems from the large portion of his life devoted to caring for his mother and know stems to all forms of life. Hragnúr will never turn out a needy person, nor will he think twice of giving away his own possessions for the needs of others.

Tavern Brawler
Through his work in the tavern, Hragnúr has found good use for his old Kavogerim fighting skill. Though he was never a very skilled fighter, he is good enough with his fist and the walking stick he carries to put a quick end to any brawls that start in his tavern. Possessing such a jolly personality, it peeves Hragnúr when any fights break out in a tavern. Therefore, though he would never start a brawl, he can finish one handily.And it probably helps to have a fire mage like Thorgas sitting the corner for back-up. LOL

Weaknesses:

Terrified of the plains
Hragnúr, due to his childhood experiences, has a horrible fear of the open plains. He will not travel across them, but rather would take any length of a detour to avoid them. If he were somehow to end up in such a plain, he would crouch to the ground, seeking shelter. Then Hragnúr would become paralyzed by his fear, cowering and covering his head.

Mother
Constantly his Mother is calling for him to aid her in some trivial pursuit or another. A lot of the time Hragnúr tends to ignore her as she is not as helpless as she may seem. It does make it harder to just enjoy a night for himself without being worried about his Mother though. Hragnúr feels very guilty about the fact that his mother had to move away from Nybelmar with him, a fact she reminds him of often. It is a source of steady pain to Hragnúr that his once smart and competent mother is now so pitifully confused and troubled.

No Identity
Hragnúr, because he feels has failed as a Kavogerim, is weighed down by tremendous guilt. He feels he has failed to live up to the old Kavogerim saying: “Green blood, clean water, gold hands... these three a Kavogerim make.” Because of his guilt, Hragnúr is prone to stomach ulcers, headaches, and consistent colds.Stomach ulcers i don't know that Santharia has at all, but i haven't gone looking either. LOL He usually has five or six days in a month where he is bed-ridden by his pains. Furthermore, because Hragnúr feels that these symptoms are simply just punishment for his failures, he will not seek any medical help for his conditions.

History:
 Some would wonder how a Kavogerim dwarf, who’s native land is Nybelmar, came to reside in Santharia. Many of his friends and acquaintances believe that he travelled here as a young child with his partially insane mother to seek a better life. The truth is quite far from this and much more befitting their tribe’s ancestry. For you see, his father and mother were Kavogerim caravan guards for the many merchant caravans that traveled through the desert area. When Hragnúr was born, his father traveled off to escort the caravans as his mother stayed home to take care of the new child. As Hragnúr grew up, his parents took turns staying at home and working on the plains. When Hragnúr was only seventeen years old, his father contracted a strange fever returning home with a caravan. He was bed-ridden for several months before dying. Hragnúr’s mother, who cared for his father during his illness, soon also contracted the disease. Hragnúr was then sent to live with an old brewmistress of the tribe. His mother surprisingly recovered, but the effects of losing her husband and of the disease left her mind unstable. She too had to live with the old brewmistress, for now Hragnúr‘s mother was too insane to work.

As Hragnúr grew older, he showed an incredible knack for learning to make ale and beer. He learned from watching the old brewmistress in her work; and when she forbade him from watching because she had caught him drinking some of the ale, he secretly spied on her. Soon he was quite knowledgeable in the making of several different kinds of beers and ales, and had begun to experiment a bit himself with whatever ingredients he could steal. The brewmistress tried to keep him as busy as she could with the herds and bachik-hunting, but to no avail.

As his Baregozar, Hragnúr escorted his first caravan over the plains. He soon discovered that he had a tremendous fear for the open plains and for the merchant caravans, stemming from the terrible fate of his parents. But Hragnúr, being of a cheerful mind, determined to fight his fear and uphold his father’s example as a faithful worker for the village. He was able to fight down his fear to a reasonable degree, and completing the trip, he then presented to the village a map of everywhere he had traveled. This was his Wirrurt, and he was now accepted as an adult.

During the Time of Choosing, many contests were conducted on the pains between the contesting suitors. Again, Hragnúr’s old fear broiled within him, but with great effort he managed to keep it under control. However, the intense effort he put into mastering his fear distracted him from the contests, and he lost his good standing in the eyes of the young female dwarves. Hragnúr was very disappointed in his performance, but his cheery and determined nature would not be quelled for long. He set out into the plains, determined to destroy his fear once and for all, and hired himself out as a guide to the merchant caravans.

For some time now Hragnúr made a decent living, and his fear became manageable with the time. He had gained a bit of standing by now with local traders and his own village. However, at the age of 104, disaster struck Hragnúr. As he was leading a caravan across the plains, a wind storm came across the desert, waylaying them. As they sought shelter, an orc raiding party stumbled across them, and combat ensued. In the din and confusion, Hragnúr felt his old fear raging over him again. Becoming completely terrified, Hragnúr abandoned the caravan and fled. Eventually coming to a port city, he was overcome with shame and guilt. Even his cheerful, buoyant nature was not enough to stave off his depression. After several weeks of binge drinking, Hragnúr set sail for new lands, for he could not bear to live near the source of his fear and shame any longer. Before he left, though, he secretly returned to his village to take his mother with him.

Coming to the city of Tyr Donian, Hragnúr decided to see if his old talents with brewing could pay off for him. He no longer wanted to do mercenary work, for that work was a source of lingering doubt and shame too him now. Therefore, after a bit of experimentation, he refined several brews of his own. Now Hragnúr works in the Kann Kemruhnt, a Dwarven tavern, selling his fine brews to his customers. He also takes constant care of his aging mother A jolly face, now somewhat forced, greets all who meet him. And, when he cannot hide his shame and fear himself, he uses his brews to help him, his only steady friends. Though he no longer wears the har-eh mask of his people, his life now is a mask for his past.
ok nothing really wrong here... Only problem i see is that Galein's History and this one are gonna differ quite a bit...I had Galein titled and in history Hragnúr was mentioned quite a bit. Best part i remember is the part where Hragnúr was learning from Galein's father. You might wanna check out Galein's CD for a few ideas if you feel this History is a bit short.

Weapons:
Hragnúr carries no weapons with him but his two fists, but he does own a piece of light Kavogerim chain mail and a light copper helm. The chain is fit to his person, but is otherwise rather plain looking, though it does bear the symbol of the Kavogerim on it. His copper helm is a bit too small for his head, and has several pictures of various animals on it. Something he picked up in his many travels, the helm is more for show than for practical use. He also carries a heavy walking stick to keep the inn rowdies in line, seeing as he can walk perfectly fine.

Belongings:
In addition to his chain mail and helm, Hragnúr carries with him a stolen book of brewing secrets, taken from his Kavogerim village. He also has a finely decorated walking stick, with doubles as a deterrent to rowdy inn patrons. Of course, Hragnúr carries a copy of the Dwarven Rock-tales with him. Also, Hragnúr keeps with him two or three extra clothes outfits, for special occasions (which, for an ostentatious dwarf such as Hragnúr, occur often). He also keeps a good supply of money with, both because he loves to give to the needy and because he likes to buy luxuries whenever he can.

Well, all i saw at the moment...May come back and have another run through after a few edits...Im kinda distracted by hunger at the moment  LOL
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« Reply #7 on: November 24, 2008, 10:46:18 AM »

OK, history section changed so much I didn't bother highlighting the whole thing.

There is a major issue with his/Galein's age, Ganinon. Galein is 176, and Hragnúr is supposed to be a few years older than he. How then is his mother still alive? Even if she gave birth to him directly after the Time of Choosing (92 years old at the youngest), with Hragnúr now 176 or so years old, she would have to be 268! I guess we could stretch it and say that she simply really long lived, but is it even possible for dwarves to live that long? I thought the max age was around 250.
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« Reply #8 on: November 24, 2008, 10:49:13 AM »

Max age would be in the 300th year, though only a few dwarves reach that cycle. However, there are no restrictions considering their age, so I think you can go for 268 years old, if you want to. I mean, we have people living up to 128 years, right? azn
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« Reply #9 on: November 24, 2008, 10:53:29 AM »

Thanks for the info, Zann. Boy, 'cuz people are living into the 120's all the time now, right?  ;)
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« Reply #10 on: November 24, 2008, 11:00:12 AM »

I think they're called centenarians. azn

You'll have a big problem with his occupation. Based on the dwarven employment entry, Hragnur's job(brewmaster or brewmistress) is for females only.

I apologize for bringing bad news (again). I should have commented on this CD a long time ago, but the previous owner was not able to finish it. Maybe you and Gani could turn him into a girl instead?
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« Reply #11 on: November 24, 2008, 11:09:09 AM »

hmm...bit of a problem...lol Morden think you could handle a female dwarf?
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« Reply #12 on: November 24, 2008, 11:16:49 AM »

Yeah, I had noted that. I tried to explain it away in the beginning of the history section...but on a second thought it doesn't as if that will work. Well, I would have a problem making this character a woman, since all it would simply entail changing my pronouns and revising the history a little more.

BTW, do you think the current portrait will pass for a woman?  LOL
Seriously though, do you think I can still keep the current pic, 'cuz searching for a female dwarf pic is gonna be like a needle a haystack.
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« Reply #13 on: November 24, 2008, 11:29:18 AM »

lol i think it will work until we can find a better one...lol ill help you search for it.
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« Reply #14 on: November 24, 2008, 11:44:19 AM »

Another thing I just thought of...

Wouldn't ya think that if Galein's father thinks so highly of Hragnúr, and if Galein and Hragnúr are such great friends; that if we make Hragnúr a girl, wouldn't they have gotten married by this point?  Kiss  LOL I dunno, but since many dwarven marriages are at least partially arranged, Galein's father would have to have seen Hragnúr as a very suitable wife.

And another thing, does Hragnúr sound like a feminine enough name to you?
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